Just a job

Brendan was starting to worry about what he’d gotten himself into. All he wanted was a little bit of extra cash. Now he was standing naked in line with several other guys in the same way. His friend Russ had told him it was supposed to be really easy for him to just make a bit of money as long as he didn’t mind a little bit of embarrassment. But this isn’t what he had in mind. The way Russ had made it sound it was just supposed to be a prank show or something. Something where he was supposed to be an actor and then pretend to do something to make people on the internet laugh. But this wasn’t it at all.

What made it worse was that after he signed the paperwork, it was like he didn’t have control over his body anymore. The guy behind the counter told him to join him in the back and then take everything off. Brendan tried to stop his body from reacting to the order but he couldn’t do anything about it. He walked in perfect pace up to the line of guys and then took his place. He must have been the last one as the lights around the building went off and stage lights brightened up in front of them.

Next to him stood a row of guys all relatively close to his age and build. Some several years older a few a year or two younger. Each one with a lean athletic build. Though they all seemed to have better abs than him. Only one of them looked a bit more burly than the rest. ‘What the fuck’s going on!?’ he screamed in his head. None of them were moving. They all stood forward facing the lights like this was completely normal.

All this just made him feel more and more at unease. A voice came over an intercom. “That one on the far left. He’s pretty cute. A bit younger than I’m used to but still a handsome jock. College age? Frat? He know anyone else here? OOO! Which one?! That one? Oh my! That one! Fantastic! I love him! He’s so good at what he does! And always such a natural. Born to be here!” the sound cut out then back on. “I’ll pay extra to have them both! I just have to be able to play with them.”

Another voice came over the intercom. “Russ Clawthorn and Brendan Shoemaker, please step forward.” Instantly he did as he was told, just like Russ. The two stood a step ahead of the rest.

“Oh perfect!” the first voice said again. “I know just what I want for them. Here! Here!” the sound of rustling paper filled over the loudspeaker as the man was clearly excited at the prospect. “This is just perfect. Perfect!”

A beep filled Brendan’s ears as he found his body walking towards a wooden door. Russ was walking perfectly in time with him. Neither skipped a beat. Brendan did his best to try to stop, to make some kind of connection with Russ but nothing seemed to work. The most he could do was move his eyes and even that was a bit of a strain. It wasn’t long before he felt the cold doorknob in his hand as he slowly started to turn it. Once inside his whole body relaxed.

“What the fuck man!?” Brendan shouted in a hushed tone.

Russ gave him a ‘shhhh’ sound trying to calm him down. “It’s alright. You said you wanted to make a bit of extra money…”

“Yeah! I didn’t expect to be paraded out, fully naked, and stand in line with a bunch of other guys!”

Russ rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad. Just give in a little and you’ll find that you’ll enjoy it…” he raised an eyebrow seductively with a devious grin.

Brendan looked down at himself, realizing that at some point he’d put on some black leather pants and a dark blue button up shirt with a badge on it. Both were far too large for his taut but lean muscular frame. He looked down at the clothes wondering what was going on. Then his body started moving again towards the door. A police man’s hat was waiting for him and he placed it on his head.

“Have fun,” Russ reminded him.

The light from the room seemed to have blinded him for a second. He flipped some shades down over his eyes. The strong angles of the glasses only exaggerated the masculine traits of his face. He was finally able to tell where he was, an old motel room. The place obviously hadn’t been kept up and moreover been used by all sorts of unsavory creatures. His nose flared as he smelt something pungent and strong. But he couldn’t speak, only look around with a glare hidden behind his sunglasses.

With each step his leather boots pounded against the torn carpet. A chair on the other side was calling his name. He sat down and kicked his boots up onto the small table in front of him. Obviously many had done the same as any shine was worn off and the scratches would make it nearly impossible to restore. “That asshole better not keep me waiting too long,” Brendan growled.

Even he was shocked at the depth and grit found in each word. In his head he was screaming in his own 20 something year old voice, ‘What the fuck’s going on!?’ but on the outside it sounded to be almost 20 years older. Brendan did his best to relax. Though it was rather hard to be calm with the bright lights shining down on him. It also wasn’t what was making him feel uncomfortable. Somehow he was completely conscious of his body. Down to each and every muscle fiber through his body, it was like he knew where each and every one was. And they felt different.

His consciousness towards them seemed to be changing as they were. Slowly growing, filling out the large uniform. His lean muscles rapidly bulking up with more and more power. He could grip his hands and feel the raw strength in them. And notice the soft nature growing rough and coarse with each passing second. Calluses formed then disappeared as they made his skin thicker, tougher, stronger. He gripped the chair and his mouth curled into a growl.

Moving his eyes around, Brendan could see his muscles filling out his police uniform almost perfectly. The thick heavy pecs blocked a bit of his view but he knew a strong core was hidden underneath them. The 14 inch arms that he always felt were rather big seemed to have grown far larger than he’d ever imagined they could be, nearly 18 inches with solid forearms right underneath them. He knew he could easily crush or hold anyone in place if they tried to defy him. Even his feet filled the boots better, pressing lightly against the interior.

Brendan found his hands leaning over to the table next to him, seeing a piece of tape down on it. His hands grabbed it and placed it against his mouth. The word, ‘dirty,’ written across the shiny silver side. He felt his nose flare again as a large amount of air pushed out from his nose. ‘Finally,’ he grunted.

The door opened up again to show Russ strutting into the old motel room. With each step he was filling out the XXL sleeveless shirt with a pig nostril on the front. ‘Roid pig,’ was written around the graphic. His descent physique was ballooning out to something far more bloated and large, though his weight didn’t seem to be going up all that much. At 6’2” he was always rather lean but that was rapidly dropping. With his first few steps he was down to 6’, then a few more and he was about 5’10” then dropped down below 5’8”.

However, with each drop in height, his muscles grew even larger, far surpassing anything that any normal gym goer would have. Each muscle was round and brimming with power though the way he walked it showed a bit too much grace and flamboyance. His gait was gentle and controlled, crossing his thick thighs as much as he could. Even with his heavy cowboy boots, he barely made any noise crossing the room.

Russ leaned over and placed his big finger underneath his chin and rounded the strong masculine face. He pressed his taped lips labeled, dump, onto Brendan’s. For a second Brendan gave in. Feeling his secret boyfriend’s lips against his was too much. He shut his eyes then leaned into it. Russ took the moment of vulnerability to start unbuttoning each of the buttons of the police officer’s uniform. Underneath the fabric was the soft Underarmor material that bounded to his firm pecs.

His hands kept going further and further down, feeling the strength behind the police officer’s uniform. The ‘kiss’ never broke between them. He could feel just how pent up Brendan was. The thick long cock, stored away behind his codpiece all day obviously wanted to be let out. He stopped and pulled back. Brendan’s eyes were still hidden behind the sunglasses. He didn’t move, almost expecting Russ to know what to do next.

The roided up bodybuilder fiddled with the button on his leather pants and pulled them down over his thick muscular legs. Dark fur ran up and down the two legs covering them fully. Russ went past pulling the leather completely off with his boot. A deep stink filled his nostrils. He gave into it and rubbed his face against the large imposing feet. Each second taking in a little bit more of the foul odor. Running his face up and down the side of the thick masculine feet.

Brendan cleared his throat getting the other man’s attention again. Russ instantly obeyed and stood up. He dropped his pants and stepped out of his boots. They fell to the floor with a thud. His big body rushed over to the bed, where he bounced as he sat down, then spread eagle across the frame.

Behind the tape, Brendan cocked a smile. Four sets of handcuffs had gotten into his hands and he knew exactly what he wanted to do with them. The first went against Russ’ hands cuffing him to the posts of the bed. As Brendan did the second he made sure to run the back of his finger down Russ’ tricep and into his armpit. The soft controlled touch made him squirm with excitement as he felt the ticklish sensation rush through his body.

Each of his strong muscles contorted and pulled against the handcuffs. He could feel the power behind them pulling at the bed posts but they didn’t move. Despite the rundown appearance, the place was made sure to have some of the strongest materials they could get their hands on. Brendan took his time, locking in both of Russ’s feet to the foot posts. He made sure to play with all of the other man’s sensitive spots before he did.

Once his feet were strapped to the bed, Brendan started playing with the other man’s feet. It was his most sensitive part. Even with the lightest of touches, he could see the muscular man writhing in the sensation. Russ’ large roid gut would raise to the air as his dick throbbed with unabashed joy. He was doing his best to hold back but with each flick of a finger, he would go into an uncontrolled spurt of joy. Each second felt like a lifetime as his body strains against the confines. Every muscle contracting as hard as possible to get free but never wanting to go anywhere. The touching is everything he ever wanted.

It wasn’t until Brendan runs his fingers through the other man’s toes that Russ’ finally comes to. His small dick starts spurting all sorts of cum into the jock strap that he was wearing. The stain rapidly spreads across the fabric with each additional thrust. Feeling Brendan’s thick fingers between each of his toes was just too much to handle for him. He finally gave in. His body slowly comes down from the high as he feels Brendan behind him. The strong presence had undone his handcuffs on one of his sides, letting the other man easier access to the big spoon.

Though the constant prodding in his backside made it obvious that Brendan wasn’t quite done yet. In his haze Brendan must have removed his own underwear allowing the large cock its freedom. The monster was currently searching for its hole as it pressed against Russ. A light ‘Oooo…’ pushed out of his throat as he felt it press harder against him. With barely any effort, Brendan slid the dick into the other man.

Despite being near as thick as a beer can there was almost no resistance. Just the light tugging of Russ’ ass as he made another inch in. Brendan took it slow, allowing Russ to feel each and every inch digging deeper and deeper inside. The further he went the more sounds his partner seemed to make, only encouraging Brendan even more.

Brendan rubbed his face up against the back of Russ’ neck. He wanted to make sure the other man was comfortable. He pressed his face against the side of the other man’s cheek pretending to kiss and soothe him. Though the tape made it rather hard to feel any real affection. Though once he felt his dick hit up against a wall he slowly started to thrust. His hips rocked back and forth. Each time another grunt came out of the man he was fucking. The thick cock easily too large for an untrained professional. Though Russ seemed to have enjoyed the challenge, purposefully making his hole big enough for Brendan to enjoy.

It wasn’t long before Brendan’s gentle thrust turned into something fall more domineering. Each one had been soft and controlled, slowly out and then back in. But once he felt the rush of serotonin being shot into his brain he picked up the pace. No longer thinking about the comfort of his partner but his discomfort from being able to cum. He pushed harder. Each one followed by a grunt. Hoping that that would be the one to get him off. He continued. In and out. Each of Russ’ grunts telling him to keep going. That he wasn’t done yet. And then it hit him.

All at once he felt the flood of adrenaline and joy fill his mind and his body went limp. His dick unloaded into the other man, filling him up until he couldn’t take anymore. Several seconds passed as he laid there enjoying his boyfriend. He slowly caressed his strong biceps. Though they didn’t seem to have the same bloated nature.

“WONDERFUL! That was absolutely wonderful!” a voice filled the loud speakers and brought Brendan back down to reality. He looked around the dirty motel room and then down at his overly muscular and hairy body with just an underarmor shirt on. “Oh I can’t believe he’s new. He’s really new?” the voice asked excitedly again. “Then you have to tell me when he comes back. Okay? Oh joy! Make sure to give him a little extra as incentive…” his voice was hushed but the loud speaker still announced everything he was saying.

Brendan stared down at Russ. What had felt like they had a lifetime together was now coming back to reality. The thick oversized muscles trimmed up to something far more fitting of a college athlete. His legs seemed to be growing down beneath him while his belly pulled back into the softer six pack he had beforehand. His hand slipped out of the handcuff but his foot seemed to be having a bit more trouble. “Little help?” he smiled uncomfortably.

It took a second for Brendan to realize what he was doing. He grabbed the key and undid the cuffs. “I don’t… I don’t…” he was still trying to unravel what was going on. Memories of being the closeted police officer were still on his mind as he felt the roughness of his hands disappear. The copious amounts of hair covering his body fell to the ground around him. He could feel the shirt sagging against his much leaner muscles. He flexed hoping to feel that massive bicep again.

“Deep breaths,” Russ put his hand on Brendan’s shoulder. “It’s a bit tough the first time. I know. Just deep breaths. Who are you?”

“Offi—“ he cut himself off. “Brendan Shoemaker.”

“How old are you?”

It took Brendan a second to think about it. “Twenty-two,” he said it slowly as the words forty and four were about to replace them.

“What do you do?”

“College,” it was growing clearer. His mind was still racing but he could feel a sense of normalcy taking back over.

“Good,” Russ slapped him on the back. “Wasn’t so bad was it?”

“N-nuh-no,” Brendan was staring at his more average sized dick. The thought of having such a massive tool at his disposal was making him a bit jealous. “I guess not. But…”

“But what?” Russ asked.

“I’m not gay,” Brendan quickly said. His body stiffened up. Then he quickly grabbed for something to cover his body up with. “I’m not gay,” he blushed. His eyes roamed around the room as he tried not to focus on the handsome jock in front of him. He could feel a bit of a jump in his cock as he saw just how endowed the other man was.

Russ laughed. “Never said you were big guy,” he pat Brendan on the shoulder and stood up.

Brendan watched as Russ looked for some clothes to wear. The stuff he had been was obviously still far too large for him. Being a roided up muscle pig was nowhere near what he was no, but that didn’t make him look any less handsome. “But…”

“But what?” Russ didn’t even try to hide his smile. It was like he knew what Brendan was going to say before he said it.

“But if you know… If there’s another time that this is… Well…. Going on… I wouldn’t… Uhhh… Mind doing it again,” Brendan blushed.

“Alright,” Russ said. “I’ll make sure you are the first to know. Sound good?”

Brendan fidgeted with the clothes he was covering himself up with again. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Good. Cause partners get to make even more.”

“Partners! I never said that!”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you think about it a bit more. Till then, let’s go get paid!” Russ broke the distance between them again and thrust the other jock from the bed. The sudden movement made Brendan drop everything. He tried to grab at something to hide his privates again but Russ rushed him out before he could grab anything.