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From the Archives: Jade Man's Eyes
🕑 Added 2024-05-10 17:25:06 +0000 UTC“And you’re sure? We’ve reached the point where things are going to get interesting for you.”
Hudson shook his hand, the green stones clattering together. They felt heavy against his calloused palm, heavier than a normal pair of dice should, but as he wiggled his bare toes against the floor he already knew the viridian gems were anything but normal. “Yeah, and expensive for you,” the athletic brunette said. He flashed a smug grin and tried to sound confident as he looked over at the lithe, dark-haired man next to him. Hudson didn’t love the idea of playing one-sided strip dice, but he did love the growing pile of money on his side of the table. If Dominic wanted to shell out obscene amounts of money for a chance to see his sculpted frame, the handsome jock was willing to take that risk. It wasn’t as though Hudson had anything to be ashamed of. A youth filled with varsity athletics had turned into a young adulthood full of rec league sports and daily crossfit sessions, leaving the twenty five year old’s six-foot frame covered in smooth, chiseled muscle. Coupled with his wavy auburn hair, sharp, striking features and ample endowment, Hudson still thought he was getting the better end of the deal. Dominic wasn’t getting anything that he couldn’t already see on social media, or in the locker room if the muscled hunk was eventually forced to strip all the way down. Hudson knew the other man was going to get off on it, but he was willing to be ogled in exchange for his growing pile of cash. He wasn’t interested in seeing Dominic’s lean, pasty frame naked in return. He just wanted the other man’s money.
And it wasn’t as though Dominic couldn’t afford it. Just like he wasn’t worried about showing off his hard-earned muscle, Hudson knew his friend had, like always, more than enough money to throw around. He’d met the odd, dark-haired man while they were in college and they’d continued to cross paths through mutual friends, and his opinion of Dominic as a rich weirdo had only cemented as they’d gotten older. They’d most recently run into each other at their friend’s birthday party, where a contentious poker game had sparked a discussion about their mutual love of gambling.
When Dominic suggested a game of Jade Man’s Eyes just between the two of them, Hudson knew right away what the dark-haired man was thinking. He’d never heard of the game, but he had no doubt his pale associate would try to use it as an opportunity to get him naked. He’d always caught Dominic staring and stealing glances, and he was happy to use that to his advantage now. Even when he heard the part about magic, and experienced it firsthand, Hudson was still convinced it could work out in his favor. If anything, he was more determined than ever to play. He was a betting man down to his core, the higher the stakes the better, and he’d never played a game like this before.
The rules were simple. To start, they rolled the pair of dice to determine the number of rounds the game would have. Given the twelve-sided nature of the stones, it could have been as little as two or as high as twenty four. As it was, they landed near the middle at fifteen. Since that was more rounds than he had clothing, Hudson had agreed to being “flexible” in his offerings, though the arrogant jock had no intention of letting things reach that point. At the start of a round, they each said what they wanted from the other, and the only other rules were that the bets had to be of equal value, and once the game started all the rounds had to be completed. That way Dominic couldn’t just have Hudson strip on the first throw, and Hudson couldn’t drain the other man dry right off the bat. They could have gone that route if they’d both agreed, though Hudson knew he had more to lose than gain in that scenario. With fourteen remaining rounds he wasn’t about to bet it all on the first toss, and that would have taken all the fun out of it anyway.
Since one was going for money and the other for skin things were a little fluid, but the magic kept them both in line. In the first round, when Dominic had called for Hudson to remove his shoes, the other man had responded by saying he wanted twenty five thousand. To prove the rules were real Dominic had tossed the dice, grinning when the handsome jock gasped at the way they floated in midair. Hudson dropped it to fifteen thousand and tried again, eliciting the same result when his dark-haired friend gave them another throw. Only when he dropped his wager to a thousand did the green gems flash and leap out of Dominic’s hand. The surprised stud felt an extra thrill when the round ended up in his favor and the money appeared out of nowhere on the table in front of him. He reached down and picked it up just to be sure that it was real, his head spinning and his heart racing.
The confirmation of otherworldly forces was both exhilarating and frightening. Hudson had never believed in the supernatural, and as much as his brain kept trying to tell him otherwise, he didn’t know how else to explain what was happening. It raised the stakes significantly. If what he agreed to happened no matter what, things could go very badly for him if he ran out of clothes. The same applied to Dominic and his wealth, and it was that constant knife’s edge of risk and reward that kept things so exciting. It also meant Hudson had to temper his bet when the second round started and it was his turn to kick things off. If he went too high, that meant Dominic could respond in turn. He pushed the envelope a little by going for twenty five hundred, feeling a rush of relief when the gems agreed to Dominic’s second attempt for his shoes.
Hudson’s relief faded when he lost. The chiseled brunette bent to take his shoes off, only to find they’d already vanished. He hadn’t even felt it. Like a reverse of the money in front of him, one moment they’d been there, and the next they were just gone. They hadn’t reappeared anywhere on Dominic’s side of the table, but Hudson wasn’t worried. He told himself they’d probably show back up at the end, and in the worst case scenario he had a gym bag in his car with an extra set of sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt.
Hudson was increasingly glad of the extra clothing when he lost the third round. Dominic had gone for his socks, and he’d tried to squeeze out another three thousand, but the dice weren’t in his favor. Like his shoes before them, his socks simply vanished. Only the sudden sensation of his bare soles against the smooth wood floor told him anything had happened at all. He was bolstered a bit by winning the fourth round when he upped things to six thousand and all Dominic could go for was his watch, but the thinner man persisted again when it came to his turn and Hudson lost it in the fifth. Now, a third of the way through the game, things were heating up. The muscled jock knew all he had left were his pants, boxers, and t-shirt, all of which should fetch a hefty price on Dominic’s end, if they didn’t come with an equally hefty cost on his. From here on out it would be big wagers, with big wins and big losses.
“Well? It’s your turn,” Dominic purred, looking Hudson up and down. He motioned around the spacious parlor that dripped with wealth, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What do you want this time?”
Hudson grinned, feeling drunk with adrenaline. He followed Dominic’s eyes as he looked down at his fit frame, flexing unconsciously. “Down to the big ticket items,” he said, hooking a thumb into the waist of his straining chinos and pulling them down just enough to show off the elastic waist of his boxers. “This stuff’ll cost you. Thirty grand.”
He didn’t like Dominic’s smile when the other man nodded. “In return for those pants? Sounds fair.”
Hudson fought to keep his hands from shaking when the dice flashed in emerald agreement. He’d thought Dominic would have gone for his shirt first, but he didn’t mind. He had on a pair of baggy boxers underneath, so all this would do is delay any real display of skin. That mindset worked in his favor when he lost the round, the sensation of warm air on his bare legs making him gasp despite himself. He blushed when he looked down at the thin fabric with its bright floral print, wishing he’d worn a longer t-shirt as the straining top stopped almost exactly at his waist, leaving the large lump caused by his sizable cock prominently displayed. He shifted uncomfortably, watching Dominic stare as his ample, muscled cheeks flexed against the loose underwear.
“Money well spent,” Dominic laughed, scooping up the dice for his turn. “Let’s lose the shirt, shall we?”
Hudson’s sturdy arms flexed as he folded them under his prominent pecs. He thrust his hips forward on purpose, letting the other man get a look as his dangling hose bounced against the front of the boxers. “Sure. For $50,000.” The brawny jock’s slight grin was the only outward sign of his overwhelming relief when he won the round. They’d reached the halfway point, and he still had his underwear, t-shirt, and almost $60,000. He was ready to double that. “Ohhhh, too bad,” he laughed, toying with the bottom of his t-shirt. “Still want it? Only cost you $65,000.” He flashed an arrogant smile and lifted his shirt ever so slightly to give a quick peek at his ripped obliques and the bottom of his shredded washboard. He was starting to learn the thresholds and correctly guessed that the increase wouldn’t be great enough to leave his girthy banana swaying in the breeze.
“A bargain,” Dominic said, his sharp face unflinching when he lost again. He shrugged and picked up the dice, his eyes lingering on the way Hudson’s prominent pecs strained against his shirt. “Third time’s the charm?”
“That’s up to you. This many tries means the price goes up, though. $70,000,” Hudson said, kicking himself for not going higher initially when the dice lit up. That regret grew stronger when the strapping stud found himself bare chested going into the tenth round. He shivered when his t-shirt vanished, fighting to keep the embarrassment at bay so as not to give Dominic the satisfaction. It was easier than he thought it would be. Standing in nothing but his boxers in front of the other man as he was obviously ogled, Hudson was surprised at how natural it felt. He wasn’t at all shy about his body, but he’d expected to at least feel awkward standing in Dominic’s house so scantily clad. Instead he had to force himself to think about it at all. His smug grin went sultry as he spread his arms and turned to give his friend a look. He told himself he was just trying to play on Dominic’s attraction to throw the other man off, but there was a part of him that enjoyed the attention. “Well? Worth the money?”
Dominic nodded, folding one arm across his slender torso while the other rested on it, rubbing his pointed chin thoughtfully. “Every cent.”
Hudson shook his head and picked up the dice, wondering if his plan had backfired. He was the one feeling shook, the thrill of the game threatening to send his fat cock surging. “Enjoy it while you can. Round ten...we’re in the final stretch now. This could still go either way,” he said, giving the dice a light toss in his palm. He’d already won more than $120,000, and he was ready to double that number again. “You want it all? Let’s call it $110,000.”
The smaller man cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing. “You sell yourself short. That doesn’t feel like nearly enough. What if we just changed them instead? Boxers are so boring. A body like yours is much more suited to something small and bright.”
Hudson hadn’t expected that response, and he hesitated as the dice flashed in his hand. He wanted to say no, but that wasn’t how the rules worked. Whoever went first put down their wager, and then the second person simply had to match it in value. Once the dice had spoken, there was no way for the original person to back out. Their initial participation in the game was seen as a tacit agreement to the wagers, whatever they might be.
Hudson could barely hear the clatter of the stones over the sound of his jackhammer pulse when they leapt out of his hand. Such creativity in the wagers had never occurred to him, and with the forces involved it was slowly sinking in that the stakes could be higher than he ever imagined. “Oh!” The surprised jock yelped when his boxers suddenly shifted, shrinking and reforming as a pair of small, neon-blue bikini briefs. The bright underwear left him more exposed than covered, the stuffed pouch pulled low by his girthy equipment while the elastic band accentuated his trim waist before expanding again as a uselessly small patch of fabric that did little to cover his muscled globes.
“Much better!” Dominic clapped as Hudson gawked at himself. “Trust the Jade Man to pick something delightful.”
Hudson squirmed in place, once again surprised that the revealing underwear didn’t feel more out of place. As with his boxers, the sculpted hunk felt almost entirely at ease standing so exposed. The rush of embarrassment he’d expected had lasted only a moment, leaving him more focused on how comfortable the soft fabric was, and how good it looked on him. “Uh...okay. Wow,” Hudson laughed bashfully. He gave the thin elastic band a snap, his plump pecs bouncing as he shrugged. “I’ll be honest...I don’t hate them.”
“I’d hope not, considering they’re all you ever wear.” Dominic waited for his words to sink in before smiling.
“What? What did you just say,” Hudson asked, his stomach dropping.
Dominic’s eyes never left the other man’s. “You tell me. What do you remember wearing?”
“The hell kind of question is that? I wear clothes like...everyone...oh...oh no…” Hudson trailed off, his face going pale instead of an embarrassed red. He literally couldn’t remember ever wearing anything other than small, bright underwear like he had on. They weren’t all exact copies, but they shared a common theme of being tiny and revealing. As impossible as it was, Hudson now saw himself going to school, playing sports, going to work, hanging out with friends, hitting the gym, and doing all of his daily activities wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy underwear, for as long as he could remember. He literally couldn’t recall what it felt like to have ever worn pants, a shirt, or even the boxers he’d just had on. “What...what is this…” he stammered, leaning forward on the table to support himself. He wanted to turn and run, but his legs were rooted in place. “Why can’t I leave? I’m done playing. Enough’s enough.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Dominic tutted. “The rules are the rules, and you agreed to them.”
“I never agreed to this!” Hudson shrieked, his slab of a chest heaving.
“You most certainly did...it’s not my fault if you weren’t paying attention. Where do you think the name of this game comes from? You’re using a dead god’s eyes as dice, Hudson. Why are you so upset? This is what you wanted! A game like no other. The highest of stakes, all of it terminal, no going back. That’s what you signed up for. Did you really think I was paying all this money just to see you without a shirt on? I’d be insulted that you think me so desperate,” the dark-haired man said, pausing to laugh and shrug. “If that weren’t absolutely something I’d do anyway.”
“Fuck you! This isn’t funny,” Hudson spat, immediately regretting it as Dominic picked up the dice.
“Hmmm...now there’s an idea. What if we take all those lucky women you’ve been with over the years and flip things around? Have you experience life as the one getting stuffed for a change? Dressed like that you’d make an absolutely stunning power bottom.”
“No! You can’t do that,” Hudson cried, trying in vain to flee. “This was just supposed to be my clothes!”
“You’ll recall that the actual terms of the wager was your body. If you interpreted that as just me seeing it, well…” Dominic waved a hand. “So what exactly is the price for your love of pussy?”
“Two million.” Hudson blurted out the first number that came to mind, more focused on trying to wrap his head around the true nature of the game than the individual wager. The dice on that throw landed in his favor, but there was no relief this time. The strapping stud had already lost more than he’d ever imagined and they were only going into the twelfth round. There were still four more turns, including this next one, but Dominic wasn’t the only one who could get creative. They hadn’t agreed to “money” but to “wealth”, which opened more options. Hudson ignored his panic and picked up the dice. “Your residential properties. All of them. This estate, your vacation homes, rentals...all of it. If I can’t put any fucking clothes on I can at least hide in comfort.”
“Hide? If you lose this round that’s the last thing you’ll want to do. Such a handsome, eager,” the lean man added the word to match Hudson’s increased bet, “power bottom like you’d become would want to share his beauty and talents with all the men he could.” Dominic’s voice came out as a thin hiss as the dice flashed and flew across the table once, then twice.
“NNNGGgg...oohh...ohhhhuUUHHHOOHHH!” Hudson spasmed and wailed, his thick log rocketing out of his tiny underwear as his memories shifted. His many hookups with women transitioned in unison, leaving him the one with a man buried to the hilt inside. As with his clothes, the former ladies man no longer remembered what it felt like to kiss a woman, or to feel their soft bodies against his own, or to hear the sound of their higher, lighter moans as he plunged in and out. He couldn’t remember even being attracted to them. Instead it was all hard muscle, hairy flesh, and deep grunts, his ample cheeks parting like a biblical tide to take man after man after man. He wanted them all. Tall, short, fat, skinny, muscled, smooth, hairy, young, old; it didn’t matter. A man was a man, and he needed them all. Despite the countless number he’d taken himself, Hudson felt a pang of humiliation when he realized he’d no longer ever experienced having his own impressive endowment inside someone. He’d never even wanted to. Instead the fat club just slapped and wagged uselessly, a reminder in retrospect of everything he’d lost. “Oh...oh fuck…” he panted, his cock rigid and oozing.
“My, my...this IS an interesting sensation,” Dominic laughed, his eyes going momentarily wide. “I know there was an original you, but all I seem to be able to recall is this new one. Remember the first time we met back in college. At Jason’s party? You rode that linebacker...what was his name? Tommy?...right there in front of everyone.”
Hudson groaned. The party in question had been the opening of his Sophomore year at the university. It actually had been where he’d met Dominic for the first time, only he should have remembered himself hooking up with a short, stacked redhead named Amber, not bouncing his naked body up and down on a beefy jock’s lap in front of everyone. And it didn’t end there. Hudson’s achingly empty rear quivered as he thought back to how thrilled he’d been to be fucked by half the football team that night, his nimble rear better than any cheerleader pussy on campus. “How is any of this happening…” he gasped, hating the way his exposed cock throbbed when he looked over at Dominic. Instead of wanting to put himself away or feeling mortified at his over-aroused state, all he wanted was to have the other man inside him.
“The Jade Man,” Dominic said, rolling the dice around in his hand. “An ancient god who strode the earth in the time before. The legends say he witnessed the cataclysm of the first age, his very eyes falling out from the force of his tears. They were massive then, like small mountains. But the millenia have a way of wearing these things down.” He sounded almost wistful as he eyed Hudson’s exposed member. “Speaking of...I’m trying to decide what would be better: size, or function.”
“What?!” Hudson reached down on instinct, but his hands shot to his ravenous hole instead of his thick club.
“It’s lovely, don’t get me wrong. It’s just a bit pointless now, isn’t it? Would it be better to have you walking around all big and soft, or would something small and spring-loaded be more appropriate? I think I just answered my own question. Size it is,” Dominic laughed.
Hudson’s heart was beating so fast that even he was surprised his athletic frame was still conscious. It was the thirteenth round, almost the end, but he still felt like he had an eternity to go. He was torn. A part of him was horrified at the thought of being stuck with a tiny little nub of a cock, but the new part of his personality was just happy to have it out of the way. “Your...your residential AND corporate properties,” Hudson croaked, stammering out his half of the wager. He held his breath as the dice flew, the air bursting out of his lungs in a single huff when his cock withered moments later. In the blink of an eye he went from staring down at a wide, eight inch beast with churning orbs to a short, stout, two-and-a-half inch organ with barely present balls. It wasn’t small, it was minuscule. “Ffffffffnnnnggg…” Hudson tensed, the tiny poker erupting against his palm when he reflexively grabbed it, the overly sensitive acorn sending him reeling. His memories shifted at the same time, and now when he re-lived his constant exposure and frequent hookups he did so with his tiny member blasting at the slightest touch. Hudson was mortified when he saw himself in his tiny bikinis, casually walking around with the largely-empty pouch tented out ever so slightly by the eager little shooter, feeling the profound absence of nothing waving around when he bounced on lap after lap or when men slammed into him from behind. He wanted to hold onto the sensation for as long as he could but it passed just as quickly, leaving him once again struggling to remind himself that anything was wrong at all.
“Two more rounds,” Dominic purred, biting his lip at the sight of the altered stud. “Your turn to start. What’ll it be?”
Hudson blinked, suddenly realizing he no longer remembered what it felt like to look down and see his proud cock sticking out beyond the crest of his plump pecs. “Hou...houses...corporate holdings...stocks...liquid assets, everything in the bank,” the permanently-exposed jock whispered.
Dominic nodded, an impressed look on his face. “Nearly everything. Then I only think it’s fair I return the favor. What is it that makes you “you”? That macho swagger...that masculine aggression...I’ll take all of that.”
Hudson steeled himself as the dice flew, glad it was all happening before he could fully wrap his head around the stakes. When the dice turned up in his favor he stared at them for several moments, his addled brain slow in piecing together his victory. “YES! FUCK YES!” he roared, pounding his fist against his chest as if to see if his jock persona was still intact. There were too many winnings to suddenly apparate on the table, but he could feel the shift. Looking around, he wasn’t in Dominic’s house anymore; they were in his.
“Congratulations,” Dominic said, his expression still bordering between stoic and slightly amused as he picked up the dice. “But there’s still one round to go. Since we’re playing for keeps now, I think I’ll take all of you this time. All that macho swagger and manly aggression, yes, but also your love and your lust, your inhibitions, all those needless thoughts rattling around in there. A stripped down version to match your stripped down look.”
Hudson took a slow breath. This was the moment everything had led to. He’d paid a much higher price than he’d imagined, but he was one roll away from an even bigger victory. He wouldn’t let himself think otherwise. “Fine. Knowledge is a type of wealth, right? I’ll take all of that. Everything you know about this weird shit so I can find a way to fix myself once this is all over.” Hudson let the breath go when the dice flashed. It had felt like a stretch, but he was out of options, and apparently the wager had been accepted. He kicked himself for not learning to bend the rules earlier the way Dominic clearly had been throughout the entire game, though soon it wouldn’t matter one way or the other. Hudson watched the other man make his throw, then picked up the dice and let them fly.
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Dominic’s eyes fluttered open as the repetitive thumping pulled him out of his slumber. He blinked against the early morning light pouring in through the wall of windows, stretching his lean frame like a cat before rolling over and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He found himself alone in the sprawling bed, though he’d already guessed that to be the case based on the sound.
“Someone’s getting an early start today,” he yawned, a sleepy grin on his face as he sat up and saw Hudson in the far corner of their spacious bedroom. The naked jock was eagerly squirming and bucking against what looked like a small pommel horse, his impressive pecs bouncing up and down as he forcefully raised and lowered himself on an impaling dildo. From his vantage point in front of the wall-sized window Hudson could see their pool and patio and the expansive, well-manicured grounds of their estate, but the small crew of gardeners and landscapers working in the yard also had an unobstructed view of his writhing, naked frame.
“Hi!” Hudson chirped, his tone and expression both excited. His little nub of a cock oozed as he bounced, but his muscled arms were flexed behind his head instead of playing with the tiny organ. “I knew you’d be tired since you went to bed so late last night and I didn’t wanna wake you like I usually do, so I did this instead.” The sculpted brunette sounded proud, his abs flexing as he stopped bouncing and began rolling his hips.
“But if you make enough noise to still wake me up, doesn’t that defeat the purpose?” Dominic’s smile grew as he watched Hudson struggle to follow the logic, the handsome hunk’s expression falling well after it should have.
“Oh! Right. Uh...sorry,” he said, his sheepish tone not preventing his continued squirming. “I didn’t think about that.”
“That’s okay. I don’t expect you to,” Dominic yawned. “After all, that’s my job, right?”
“Uh-huh!” Hudson was all smiles again, a hand drifting from behind his head to tweak a perky, bouncing nipple when he reversed course and started bobbing up and down again. “You’re so good at it!”
“I try my best,” the thinner man sighed, his cock starting to twitch and tent the thin sheet. The six-and-a-half inch organ was impressive enough against his own tight frame, but compared to Hudson’s little nub it was massive, the novelty of which still hadn’t worn off.
Dominic didn’t know if it ever would. The joy he felt every time he looked at the new Hudson hadn’t diminished in the least, even after several months. Every time Dominic woke up to find his friend impaled on one of his many new toys, or watched the once-shrewd jock saunter giddily around in front of people in nothing but a pair of pointless underwear, it was like the first time all over again. Dominic almost enjoyed those moments more than the ones where he was buried to the hilt in the other man’s muscled bubble, but not quite.
It had been a massive gamble on his part, and he was well aware that it could have been him with the dull smile and the nearly-empty skull, but the dark-haired man’s strategy had paid off in the end. He knew exactly how to goad Hudson, or at least the former Hudson, into the game, and he’d known just how to use the other man’s arrogant pride against him. He hadn’t doubted for an instant that his friend would eventually go for everything he had, and that was the opening he’d needed. True, Hudson now technically owned all the wealth that had once belonged to him, but since he’d managed to acquire the now-dimwitted jock’s unconditional devotion on the final wager it had all come back to him anyway. With Hudson’s focus now permanently shifted, Dominic was left the executor of their vast, shared fortune. It may have been the muscled brunette’s on paper, but the new Hudson couldn’t have cared less about it, which left things more or less unchanged for Dominic.
And though he was technically the victor, the dark-haired man considered it a win for both of them in the long run. Given the old Hudson’s bull-headed behavior and penchant for gambling it was only a matter of time until he ended up in more debt than he could handle and got himself, or other people, hurt in the process. Now, he still technically had all the wealth and luxury he’d always desired, along with the best carefree sex of his worry-free life to go with it. Instead of having to prove himself an arrogant Alpha all the time, the new Hudson was a sweet, simple stud who didn’t have an aggressive bone in his body. Where the old version of his friend would have been mortified, the new version didn’t think twice about the fact that he was the only one wearing nothing but tiny underwear in a room full of clothed people. Nor did he worry about how his cock was always the smallest, or how the eager little stump would sometimes shoot off at random if he became too excited around other men. He didn’t care, or even recognize, that everyone talked down to him, and that they would always turn to Dominic if there was a question. Since his lean, pale lover was the one who told him what to do, it only made sense to Hudson that the other man would do the same for everyone else. Anything more subtle or complicated than that was above him, and the micro-dicked hunk was happy to let Dominic deal with it.
It was the perfect arrangement for both of them. Hudson could scamper around in next to nothing, lifting weights or lounging by the pool all day, the whole time showing off his body the way he’d always secretly wanted to, while Dominic pursued his interests like always. True, the new Hudson wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but the thinner man had other friends for that, friends who he brought around the house on a frequent basis to partake of the brunette’s generosity and boundless stamina. Though Hudson’s little cock may have erupted often and easily now, the former ladies man still had stamina to spare, his eager rear able to take man after man for hours. It was why he had so many toys, plugs and vibrators in nearly every room. Dominic alone couldn’t come close to keeping Hudson’s ravenous bottom satisfied.
Not that he didn’t try. The dark-haired man nodded down at the tented sheet and back up at Hudson, grinning. “Since I’m already awake we might as well…” He didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before his friend slipped off the pommel and came bounding across the room. Dominic just laughed and folded his arms behind his head as Hudson tore the covers free and threw himself on top, mashing their lips together as he straddled the prone man on all fours. After a few minutes of vigorous kissing the brunette Adonis sat back on his thighs, a low moan issuing out of his slack jaw as he lowered himself on his lover’s waiting pole.
“OOHHHOOUUHhhhnn…” Hudson whined, a pained, desperate expression draping across his face as his little nub blasted all over Dominic’s chest. Despite the fact that he’d just been hammering away at a much larger prosthetic, the sensation of having a warm, living cock inside him always drove the former jock wild.
Dominic sighed, loving the sensation of the warm rain spattering against his toned pecs. He knew it would only be the first of many, and that he’d be dripping with the stuff by the time they were done, but, far from being degrading, he viewed each eruption as a reminder of his victory. “These little guys are churning this morning, aren’t they,” he cooed, reaching down to work Hudson’s tiny orbs between a few fingers.
“HHiiieeuuhh…!” The brunette responded by grunting and spraying again, his every, ample muscle standing out when he tensed and spasmed. Dominic ran a pair of fingers through a sticky puddle on his torso and held them up, Hudson’s soft lips wrapping around them moments later. The writhing hunk sucked them clean and then continued to work them in his mouth as if they were Dominic’s cock, loving how it felt to be full at both ends.
“So, when our guests come over for the cocktail party tonight,” the prone man said, fighting to keep his building release in check, “do you want to wear your shiny silver, or the sheer pink?”
Hudson thought for a moment, his slurping tongue slowing. “Puhnk” he finally mumbled around his friend’s fingers before resuming his sucking.
“Pink it is,” Dominic nodded, wishing he could remember how the old Hudson would have reacted to the news that he’d be walking around a black-tie cocktail party in nothing but a pair of see-through pink bikinis. He knew on a logical level that it wouldn’t have been received well, but since his memories had shifted along with everyone else’s he had to use his imagination.
It was a small price to pay. Watching the writhing hunk squirm on his lap, another eruption splashing against his chin, Dominic was happy to let the memories of the old Hudson fade. The Jade Man had witnessed their game and the dice had spoken. Everyone was exactly what, and where, they should be for the moment.
Besides, if things got boring Dominic could always try his luck again. Maybe he actually would enjoy being the brainless bottom for a change? If he placed his bets right, even a loss could be a type of victory, as Hudson was living proof of.
“Big risk, big reward, right?” Dominic grinned at the writhing jock’s confused expression and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. You just made me think of someone I used to know.”
