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Bloomer, pt. 2
🕑 Added 2024-08-19 19:00:08 +0000 UTCThat plan was easier said than done. Tyson had spent the rest of the day adjusting to his foggy new thoughts and massive new body, opting to ignore the clothes Hank had brought for him. He could squeeze into them, but the large muscle shirt fit like a crop top and what should have been baggy mesh shorts clung like lycra. He also liked looking at his new body, loving the way his comically broad shoulders made his muscle gut appear to taper, and he didn’t think the novelty of his meaty bubble would ever wear off.
It was immediately evident that other people liked to look as well. Tyson wasn’t used to turning heads with his previously unremarkable body, but it was like he had a spotlight on him as soon as Tyler dropped him off. The inflated brunette knew he’d have stared too if he’d seen a mountain of a man lumbering down the sidewalk dressed as he was, with his massive package clearly outlined against the small mesh shorts. Hank hadn’t brought any underwear, and Tyler said he couldn’t take him clothes shopping until that evening, so Tyson would just have to make do with what he had. The newborn hunk felt like his brother was trying to embarrass him, probably because he still resented the younger man forcing him out of his king-sized bed and claiming it as his own the night before. Tyson had literally scooped Tyler up in his arms and carried him to his bedroom, depositing the chiseled stud in his smaller bed, still cum-stained from his copious releases that morning. His brother had blushed and sputtered and tried to act intimidating, but his struggles came to an end when the bigger man had easily held him down against the crusty sheets with one hand. Tyler was already in the shower when Tyson woke up the next morning, so he didn’t know if the other man had spent the night where he’d left him, though he looked plenty groggy when Tyson had thrown the shower curtain open to say good morning. It was a move his brother had done to him for years, casually invading his privacy and then whipping his cock out to relieve himself, and it was one that Tyson was happy to mimic, including flushing the toilet to make the shower go scalding.
Still, if Tyler thought he was going to embarrass the younger man, he’d thought wrong. Instead of being humiliated by his ill-fitting attire, he loved the way people looked at him. He even leaned into it, puffing out his plump new pecs or flexing his muscled bubble whenever he caught a hungry stare. The addled brunette was slightly surprised to discover that his own attention wasn’t directed towards the expected targets. His eyes lingered on the men more than the women, changing his anticipated plan of wandering onto campus and having his pick of the coeds. While that last part may have still been the case, he hadn’t expected to not actually want them. He remembered what Hank said about his attractions changing, and he remembered how confusingly attractive the other man had been, but he wasn’t ready to commit to that yet.
And it was taking most of his focus just to find the right office anyway. Despite having been there for years, Tyson felt like it was his first day on campus all over again. He kept getting turned around and lost, until a friendly young lady said she’d walk him there. The short, curvy blonde was exactly the type he’d always gone for, but Tyson was disappointed when he realized it was one of the few times over the last twenty four hours where he wasn’t turned on. Instead of looking at her as they walked, his eyes kept drifting to the men, all of them, who gawked at him as they passed.
Tyson only became more overwhelmed when he finally found the right office, and any doubts as to whether or not he’d be able to make it through his old classes were quickly confirmed. Just sitting for the twenty minutes it took to meet with one of the coordinators was like torture, and the addled Adonis forgot most of what he’d been told by the end of the brief meeting. The general takeaway was that Hank had been right, he was being shifted over to the Athletics department to finish out an independent study in phys ed, but when he was supposed to go there and what he was supposed to do had slipped in one ear and right out the other. Fortunately it had been written down for him and safely tucked away in his bag, and all Tyson would have to do is remember to tell someone it was there. It would also take a bit of time to get things set up with his new program, which meant he was off the hook for the rest of the day.
Since Tyler wouldn’t be back to get him until later that afternoon, that left Tyson with plenty of time to enjoy his new perspective. With no clear destination in mind, the now-strapping stud took his time wandering around campus, not caring when he got lost or turned around. He wanted to get to the student center to try and find his friends, but he was content to enjoy the masculine scenery on the way. With each passing man, Tyson was becoming more convinced than ever that his interests actually had shifted in the opposite direction of where they’d been, a revelation that was difficult for him to wrap his head around. It wasn’t that the giddy giant was a homophobe, but more that he didn’t know how to be interested in men. He was already plenty confused about most things since he’d changed, and navigating a new lustful landscape was a big adjustment.
His body seemed to know what it was doing, though, as Tyson eventually noticed his cock beginning to twitch and throb in his tight shorts. He was still plenty horny, and the new eye candy was proving to be more compelling than he realized, a potentially troublesome combination. Tyson still had the wherewithal to know he couldn’t just walk around with his hard dick on display, so, in what now passed as a surprising display of problem solving, he stripped out of the muscle shirt and hung it from the front waist of his shorts, hoping that the wadded fabric would at least provide some coverage. It didn’t fully obscure the massive lump, but considering that the burly brunette’s powerful pecs and impossible abs were now fully on display, most people were distracted.
When he did finally find his friends sitting outside at a picnic table, Tyson didn’t understand their reactions. Shayna and Toni seemed horrified, while Ahmed and Derek went back and forth between sympathy and amusement. He tried to explain that he was still the same person, that he didn’t really care about not being as smart as he used to be, but none of them were nearly as excited as he was when he started flexing. Ahmed was clearly jealous of the formerly scrawny man’s new size, and while Tyson picked up on an aroused vibe from Shayna, Toni and Derek, they looked more embarrassed than anything.
The shirtless stud caught on when they started talking down to him the way most people now would, but it made him feel different than when Tyler did it. He wasn’t angry; he was frustrated. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t be excited about the mind/body tradeoff like he’d been. He didn’t understand why he felt like he couldn’t tell Derek and Ahmed how attractive he now thought they were. He didn’t understand why he had to wear the uncomfortable little shorts and hide his magnificent new cock when everyone clearly wanted to see him naked. It didn’t take long before the group made their excuses and left Tyson on his own, which suited the hulking hunk just fine. He’d been feeling restless and wanted to leave anyway, to go back to his wanderings and the campus eye candy, where he didn’t have to think so hard about other people and what they thought.
Like most things related to his brief new attention span, the plan was short lived. Tyson only made it a few buildings over before the sight of a familiar, beefy blonde stopped him in his tracks. He knew Arthur from the business program, having shared several classes together over the years, but while they’d always been friendly, he’d never found the other man so captivating. Like his former self, the heavy set blonde’s appearance was far from remarkable. Arthur had a cute, full face, with bright blue eyes and a trimmed beard covering his ruddy cheeks. He was on the shorter side, standing 5’8” at most, which only accentuated his stocky shape complete with meaty midsection, and plump, large rear. As he bounded over, Tyson was immediately transfixed by that last trait, his cock once again surging in his shorts at the thought about what those supple cheeks would feel like bouncing against his lap. He dimly remembered Hank saying something about him being strongly attracted to people he might not have been before, and how he’d “know it when he saw it”, but Tyson wasn’t interested in “why” Arthur was suddenly so attractive, only that he was.
“Arthur! Arthur! Hey man,” Tyson called, waving a hulking arm.
The shorter blonde’s eyes went wide when he turned, instinctively flinching at the strange mountain of a man barreling towards him. “Uh, hey. Do I know…you…” Arthur’s bearded jaw dropped when he finally recognized the shirtless hunk’s familiar features, his own face emitting a rosy glow when he saw the solid cock lurking beneath the dangling muscle shirt at the other man’s waist. “Tyson?! Is that really…what happened?! How did you get so…so…oh,” he said, trailing off when the only plausible explanation occurred to him. “Oh, fuck, man. I’m so sorry.”
“For what,” Tyson asked, shrugging. “This feels really weird, but not, like, bad,” he said, flexing a massive arm. “Look at me, dude! I’m not great with the head stuff anymore but I’m fuckin’ hot!”
Arthur’s face went a deeper shade of red. “You…you sure are,” he sputtered, trying to keep his own cock from springing to life in his shorts. “I’d always heard it happened fast when guys bloomed, but I didn’t think it was THAT fast. I just saw you in class the other day!”
Tyson nodded, absently running a hand along his entrenched abs. “I know, right? I just, like, got big. It was wild, dude! Fuckin’ horny as hell, though. Damn. My head got all fuzzy and my dick is just, like, hard all the time. See?” Tyson grinned when he moved the muscle shirt aside and Arthur’s eyes bugged out of his skull. He could read the obvious desire radiating off the flustered blonde bear, the other man’s embarrassment only making him all the more adorable.
“That’s…wow,” Arthur said, frantically looking around to see who might be watching once he was able to pull his eyes away. “You should probably cover the big guy back up.”
“Why? You want to see it, don’t you? I know you do,” Tyson insisted before the smaller man could answer. “It’s hard ‘cause of you anyway.”
“What…did you just say,” Arthur asked after clearing his throat.
“You got me all hard, dude,” Tyson repeated. “I saw you and I just, like, felt it. You’re so hot, man!”
Arthur took a deep breath and shook his head. “Oooookay, I think I should probably get to…”
“No! You don’t need to go to class,” Tyson said as he reached out and grabbed the blonde’s arm. A shiver ran through him on contact, only serving to increase the aching arousal he already felt. “That’s dumb. You’re already like so smart. We should take your clothes off instead!” He laughed when the other man’s entire body went purple, immediately sensing how the embarrassment fueled the blonde’s own surging lust. “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you blush, dude. See? You just did it again. What’re you embarrassed about? I don’t know much anymore, dude, but I know you’re super hot for me, too.” Tyson slid his hand down Arthur’s arm before moving it over to the blonde’s belly, letting his fingers slip up beneath the shorter man’s shirt. He started to lift it, exposing a hairy patch of stomach and a twitching tent. “We could do it right here! At least take your shirt off, dude!”
Arthur instinctively pulled away, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbled backwards. He took a few deep breaths and looked Tyson up and down, clearly torn. “This is definitely a new side of you,” he said with an awkward laugh.
“It’s still me in here,” the taller hunk shrugged, his amused expression going serious for a moment. “You don’t, like, need to be scared or anything! I know I’m big but I’m not, like, mean. I just think you’re super hot, and I’m so fuckin’ horny I can’t stand it, and I really just want to take all your clothes off and take all my clothes off and…”
“Whooooaaaa…okay, okay,” Arthur interrupted Tyson’s rapid-fire stammering with a hand on the other man’s steely arm. “Kinda seems like you’re going through it right now. Let’s just go back to my place and…” he paused to hold up a hand when Tyson’s face lit up. “...and get you settled for a minute until I can figure out exactly what’s happening here.”
“Okay!” Tyson threw an arm around the blonde’s shoulders and held him close for the entirety of the brief walk to Arthur’s apartment. While the smaller man seemed embarrassed to be walking arm-in-arm with a hulking, shirtless stud, his bigger friend beamed, tightening his grip on the furry blonde whenever someone looked in their direction. By the time they climbed up the backstairs to Arthur’s small apartment, Tyson was practically vibrating with excitement, a growing damp spot forming in his tented shorts.
“Make yourself comfortable,” the beefy blonde said as he extricated himself from his friend’s arm. “Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got…” he broke off in a surprised yelp when he turned around and discovered that Tyson had stripped completely bare, one hand already absently sliding along his piledriver cock.
The bigger man just shrugged, looking confused. “What? You said get comfy.” His brow furrowed as he looked at his exposed organ, his expression eventually softening. “Ohhhh! It’s weird for me to, like, be jerkin’ it here, right? Fuck! I didn’t even remember that,” he said, shaking his head.
“It’s, uh…okay,” Arthur sputtered, trying to sound casual and not start drooling over the stroking stud. “You’re probably still getting used to things.”
Tyson nodded. “I just don’t get it, man. Shit wasn’t this hard before, you know? I feel like people should just do what they want. Why do we care so much about dumb stuff?”
“Good question,” Arthur chuckled. “You’ve got a point.”
“Then how come you’re not naked yet? I know you want to. I want you to. What’re you afraid of?” Tyson stepped forward before the blonde could pull away, grabbing the blushing bear’s rigid bulge. “See? You’re fuckin’ hard as a rock, dude. Let’s see it!”
Arthur was too stunned to do anything other than let Tyson fumble his shorts open and fish his short, wide cock free. He gasped when the bigger man gave it a few gentle tugs, sending his shorts and briefs to his ankles. “Tyson…I don’t…I don’t want to take advantage of whatever you’re going through…” he stammered.
“Nah, that’s not it,” the bigger man purred, letting his new instincts take over. For the first time since he’d bloomed, Tyson felt like he was thinking clearly. Though his attention span had been reduced to a fraction of what it once was, when it came to physical acts, especially erotic ones, the formerly mediocre man now saw things with more clarity than ever. “You’re just scared. I can feel it.” He stepped close and let go of Arthur’s stout rod, reaching around to grasp the blonde’s bouncing bubble instead. “You don’t do this a lot, do you? It’s okay…I didn’t either.”
Arthur whimpered as Tyson pawed at his rear, his head spinning. He looked around at the apartment full of video game and RPG ephemera, his somewhat bookish lifestyle not lending itself to an abundance of sexual partners. There were only so many gay guys on campus to begin with, and not many of them had been interested in a thick, furry nerd. So to find himself being forcibly stripped down by a naked, gorgeous demigod who only had eyes for him was more than Arthur could process at once. “Not really. Me and the guys on campus apparently don’t mesh too well.”
“They’re dumb,” Tyson grunted, sliding his hands up the blonde’s furry back as he lifted the t-shirt free. “I wasn’t into guys before but you’re, like, fuckin’ great, dude. I mean…look at you!” He held the stunned man out at arm’s length and took a step back, still pumping away on himself. “So fuckin’ hot. That ass is wild! Shake it for me,” he said, his free hand drifting up to knead a heavy new pec.
“Uh…that’s okay. I don’t think I…”
“I said shake it!” Tyson barked, loving the startled arousal that shot through the other man as Arthur spun around and began awkwardly bouncing his ample rear. “Fuuuuuuuck that’s hot,” he groaned, already completely infatuated with the blushing bear. It was as if he’d imprinted on the stocky man, his internal workings awash in a swelling surge of protective, affectionate, lustful emotions. In a world that had become confusing and overwhelming, this was simple: from that moment on, all Tyson wanted to do was make Arthur happy. “It scared you when I yelled like that, huh? You like being a little scared, don’t you?”
“I, uh…I guess I never really thought about…”
“You like being embarrassed, too. I can see it in your face,” Tyson purred, spinning the blonde around. He batted his oozing club against the blonde’s average endowment before taking Arthur’s hand and guiding it over to his aching organ. “You can touch it,” he said, gliding the other man’s palm along the wide shaft hand-over-hand. “You like how it feels?” When Arthur didn’t respond, Tyson raised his voice again. “I asked you a question,” he hissed, leaning in close.
“Yes! It’s…it’s so big,” the blonde said in a breathy whisper. “YOU’RE so big. I don’t…I don’t even know where to start…”
Tyson grinned as he swallowed Arthur in his arms and spun him around, wedging his club of a cock against the blonde’s hairy back. “I do,” he laughed, giving the shorter man’s furry belly and heavy chest a rough rub. “I love how soft you are, dude. You’re like a sexy teddy bear. Oh! Is that why they call you guys that? Guess I’m not so dumb,” he said, overly proud.
“Not…not at all…oh!” Arthur yelped when Tyson’s giant fingers found their way to his nipples and started squeezing, sending bright bolts of blissful pain shooting through him. The sensation was uncomfortable, but just enough to turn him on as opposed to taking him out of things. He didn’t know how Tyson could read him so clearly when he was discovering all of these things for himself, but the bigger man wasn’t wrong. He did like the rush of intimidation he felt just being in the naked hulk’s presence. He did like the way his stomach dropped and fluttered when he did as he was told, regardless of how humiliating it was. And, as he was learning at that moment, he liked being manhandled. Arthur knew his behavior went against every ounce of his common sense, that he didn’t know Tyson nearly well enough to trust him like this, but there was something genuine and sincere in the eager hunk’s attitude that told him to seize the opportunity. It wasn’t like he’d ever had a gorgeous man throwing himself at him before, and Arthur didn’t know if it would ever happen again.
“Ohhh…you like that,” Tyson laughed, pinching the solid nubs harder. He popped his hips to slam his aching rod against the blonde’s ample rear, his voice coming out as a growl. “Shake it for me again.” He groaned when Arthur did as he was told, reaching down to give the rippling cheeks a few quick swats. “Good boy,” he grunted after a few moments, giving the blonde a shove that sent him sprawling face-first onto the couch.
“Wait…wait…Tyson…” Arthur sputtered, his eyes wide as he looked back at the looming organ. “That’s too much! I don’t think I can take something so…big…” he said, swallowing hard.
“Duh,” Tyson said, shoving the blonde’s face into the cushion with one hand even as he lifted the smaller man’s hips with the other. He gave the cheeks another slap, running a finger around the rim of Arthur’s spasming hole. “Doesn’t mean I can’t use my tongue.” The blonde’s moan was swallowed by the cushion when Tyson leaned in and began lapping. A part of the enlarged hunk thought it was odd for him to be excitedly eating out another man’s ass, but it was a small, insignificant part compared to the overwhelming joy coursing through him. That sense of purpose he’d felt had only continued to grow, drowning out all of the noise and haze until all that remained was Arthur’s tight, puckering hole against his tongue. “I think these’ll fit,” Tyson grunted, slipping in one large finger and quickly following it up with another. He rooted around for a moment, loving the way the smaller man squirmed, but then abruptly pulled them free so he could flip the blonde over onto his back. After hefting Arthur’s legs into the air he plunged the digits back in, nearly cumming himself at the look of ecstasy on his friend’s face. “What’re you just layin’ there for? Start jerkin’ it,” he ordered, nodding at the blonde’s untouched cock. “And you’re too quiet. Make some noise for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh…oh god…this is so…so much…” Arthur whimpered, his body once again going purple as he started tugging on himself and heard his desperate moans. “You feel so…so good…fuck…I’ve never…no one’s ever…done…something like…this…” his bright eyes drifted shut, only to shoot open again a moment later at the sharp, twisting pain that lanced through a nipple.
“Uh-uh,” Tyson barked. “Look at me.”
Arthur whimpered again, feeling like his whole body was melting under the smug stud’s stern gaze. He felt vulnerable and exposed, knew he actually was both of those things, in a way he’d never been before. And it turned him on. The knowledge that he was naked on his back with his legs in the air, groaning and moaning while being fingered by someone who’d only ever been an acquaintance, was a jarring enough realization to push him over the edge. He came with a cracking wail, blasting all over his furry torso and up into his beard while Tyson grinned down at him.
“Good job,” the bigger man cooed condescendingly. He pulled his fingers free and let Arthur’s legs drop, quickly pinning them to the sofa when he straddled the smaller man’s waist. Tyson then took the blonde’s hands and positioned them against his furry belly, making a tight tunnel for him to begin pumping his colossal cock through. “Fuuuuuuck yeah,” he grunted, rolling his hips with increasing speed. “Gonna fuck that belly if I can’t fuck that ass…yeah…there…there it…issssss…” Tyson broke off in a triumphant howl as he erupted, making Arthur’s copious load look small as he coated the pinned blonde’s chest and face. He leaned down when he was done spraying, licking the cum from Arthur’s lips before going in for a long, rough kiss. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”
Arthur was too stunned to respond. He shifted over to make room and nestled against Tyson’s broad pecs, feeling his blonde pelt matting with the drying cum. He made to go clean himself off once they’d caught their breath but found himself held in place, with the bigger man refusing to let him up. Not only did Tyson tell him he wasn’t allowed to wipe himself down, the eager stud eventually added to the coating several more times. Much to Arthur’s embarrassment, he was also prevented from putting his clothes back on, being forced to linger in all his sticky, naked glory while they were home in “their” apartment. The blonde immediately noticed when Tyson began using that word after only a few hours, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to argue. He wasn’t thrilled when his bigger friend eventually remembered to call his brother and he found his bare, sticky body on display for a total stranger, but Tyler didn’t seem eager to question anything either. He’d simply dropped off a bundle of clothes and told Tyson to have fun, appearing more grateful than anything.
As one day turned into two, and two turned into a week, Arthur was more certain than ever that he’d made the right decision. In just the span of a few short days, he’d already experienced things he’d never imagined before. Being pinned down, manhandled, stepped on, and ordered around by Tyson was a thrill unlike any other. It was still new and embarrassing and a little frightening, all of which only served to set the hook deeper. The uninhibited Adonis was a handful to wrangle, like a giant, musclebound puppy, but any social adjustments were more than made up for by the bigger man’s strong, attentive hands.
Arthur was surprised to find that he was the one who seemed to be undergoing a bigger transition period than Tyson, as the altered hunk took to his new routine without the slightest hesitation. The giant hunk simply was what he was, without question. It was Arthur who had to struggle with his gradual change from somewhat isolated nerd to reluctant boy-toy. The blonde was the one who had to juggle a horny hunk’s insatiable demands with his classwork and social life, assimilating the bigger man into his drastically different, day-to-day routine.
For Tyson, it was much easier. Arthur would walk his new partner over to the campus fitness center each morning, where, after a vigorously public goodbye kiss, the excited stud would spend his days running around the track, lifting, and playing various sports. His easygoing attitude made him a hit with the jocks and the meatheads, and Tyson would always talk about how much fun he had hanging out in the locker room, and how impressed all the guys were with his huge, hard cock.
By the end of the first month, Arthur could barely believe that his life had ever been anything else. The thought that he’d ever hung out at home with clothes on now seemed foreign, though Tyson had been talking about getting him something “special” to wear. After giving in and agreeing to go shopping, Arthur initially thought that meant skimpy gym gear like the bigger man wore, but, as his lover dragged him across town, he quickly discovered that wasn’t the case.
“This, uh, isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Arthur said, his face taking on a now-familiar shade of red as Tyson fastened the harness around his chest. The leather straps made his heavy pecs more prominent, as well as the curves of his stomach, while also providing the bigger man with a convenient handle. He hadn’t expected to find himself in a sex shop, but, like most things with his hulking lover, he quickly came around to the idea once he’d been forced out of his comfort zone. This wasn’t the first time, and the embarrassed blonde knew it wouldn’t be the last.
“Why not,” Tyson asked, genuinely confused. “Am I doing it right?” Before Arthur could stop him, the bigger man threw open the dressing room curtain and called across the store. “Did I put this on right?” Arthur let out a squeaking yelp when the man behind the counter, as well as a pair of older, leather clad men, turned to look in their direction. The harness was all he currently wore, leaving his hairy, ample rear and fat, twitching cock on full display. For his part, Tyson was only clad in a navy jockstrap and black leather boots, but he appeared entirely unbothered at the grinning faces.
“You got it, big guy,” the man behind the counter said, raising an eyebrow and grinning at the pair of other customers.
“See? I told you I did it right,” Tyson said, grabbing the back of the harness and pulling Arthur out into the store.
“Hey! You can’t just…at least let me put my pants on,” the blonde cried, his stomach dropping even as his cock throbbed. “Oh my god…I’m so sorry about him,” he said to the others as he tried in vain to cover himself.
“Don’t mind us,” one of the older men said, his eyes lingering.
“What shorts do you want me to get,” Tyson asked, ignoring Arthur’s discomfort. He pointed to a rack lined with leather, lycra and denim, his face lighting up with a sudden thought. “Oh! I almost forgot! We need to get a bigger plug, too!” He turned back to the man behind the counter and spun Arthur, giving the blonde’s ass a squeeze. “Do you guys have plugs here? He still can’t fit me, so we’re trying to stretch him out. He’s getting bigger, though!” Arthur gasped when a pair of fingers slipped inside, unable to pull away due to Tyson’s grip on his harness. “Dude! Quit squirming,” the bigger man barked. “Do you want me to step on your balls right now? I will if you don’t hold still,” Tyson growled, lifting a booted foot for emphasis.
Arthur was torn. He was humiliated at his current circumstances, but he actually was desperate to feel the bigger man’s boot-clad foot pressing down on his sensitive sack. He’d never imagined being into that sort of thing before, but now he relished the time he spent on his knees or on the ground, worshiping the hulking hunk. “You’re going to…get us…in trouble…” he whimpered, his heart racing.
“Eh, it’s fine,” the man behind the counter said, motioning around the largely empty fetish shop. “He’s not the first bloomer we’ve had in here. Seems like one of the most fun, though,” the man winked.
Tyson proudly puffed his pecs and pulled his fingers free. “See? It’s fine,” he huffed, tousling Arthur’s hair. He left his hand on the blonde’s scalp and started pushing down, nodding at his boots. “You didn’t taste ‘em yet. We should try that, right?”
Arthur was helpless to resist as Tyson pushed him towards the floor, his cock feeling like it was about to shoot off his body when he landed on his hands and knees and started licking at the shiny leather in full view of everyone. He was so worked up that he barely registered what the man behind the counter said, his head spinning from the surreal turn his formerly average life had taken.
“Tell you what…why don’t you guys go have some fun in the back room? Mind if your new friends watch?” he asked, nodding at the two older men. “And to answer your question, yeah, we’ve got plug in all sizes. You can try a few out and see which ones fit best, alright?”
“Okay!” Tyson said, beaming. He reached down and grabbed the back of Arthur’s harness, hauling him to his feet. “Hear that? These guys are gonna watch you get stuffed, then we can get my shorts.”
Arthur’s bare body was purple with embarrassment as he grinned and nodded.
Comments
The Screaming Moist
Glad you liked it! Even if this one doesn’t go any further, I’ll keep that dynamic in mind for future stories.
StarKid83
This is sooo hot! Please continue. I want to hear more about Arthur’s training.
