Muscle Boy (Extended)

My roommate Pete couldn't stop talking about his new friend Jack. I didn't hear how they met, but Pete had started spending almost all his time with them. I didn't mind, it gave me the house to myself, but I couldn't grasp why they were constantly out. Pete had never struck me as gay, having brought home girls on the weekends, so that couldn't be an option. Could it?

I learned why they were out all the time- Pete had started joining Jack in the gym. It was how their time together always began, spending two hours each day there. They'd head out after usually to grab something to eat before spending the rest of their time at Jack's place. Pete's body couldn't have changed more suddenly. He was eating more protein, putting on weight in muscle, and shortly outgrowing all his clothes.

His body became a pinnacle of strength. He wasn't ripped by any means, but veins showed on his forearms, thick mass wrapped tightly around his limbs. The new muscle gave him curves on his ass and chest, two thick pecs jutting out above a strong solid gut with hidden abs. His legs were massive and wide, his quads filling his shorts to the seams.

His size wasn't the only thing that had changed. He had shaved the sides of his head leaving a crew cut, and allowed a beard to take over his chin and fill out his face. Piercings appeared on his ears, and from what I could tell from the outline in his shirts he got bars on his nips too. Then came the tattoos, a thick one wrapped around his shoulder.

Despite how much Pete changed, I continued to ignore the signs of what it all meant. I should have known better.

I was home while Pete was out of the house again, surprised when I heard him come in through the door.

"What's up?" He asked, heading into his room.

I looked at him strangely. "Aren't you supposed to be working out? I thought you wouldn't have been back for a while."

He walked back out of his room. "Yeah, we finished. We were going to play some games at his place but I forgot to bring my controller."

"Oh" I replied. I couldn't help but feel left out.

He seemed to notice. "You know you can always come and join if you want. You have your own controller, don't you?" He said, pointing to the one in his bag.

I thought for a moment. I didn't have anything going on that night, but something was telling me to stay home. I should have listened.

"You know what, you're right. I'll come along. Let me meet this Jack guy"

Pete smiled at hearing my response. He stayed put, waiting for me to grab my own controller.

We rode over together in his car, my mind contemplating who this Jack guy would be. Pete had showed me pictures of them before.

Jack was definitely more jacked than Pete was. Not only that, but they were taller, filling out more space with their mass. From the photos they were in together, Jack towered over Pete. Despite me also being taller than Pete, I couldn't help but wonder how much smaller I would feel standing next to the pillar of muscle.

As we walked into the house, Pete called out. "Hey, I'm here."

We got no response as we walked into the living room, leaving us both confused. "Let me check on him" Pete said, distracted, disappearing into the hallway that must have led to Jack's room.

I sat down on the couch, pulling out my controller and waited. And waited.

And waited.

I probably hadn't waited for more than three minutes, but in a completely quiet house that should have had two other people I got concerned real fast. I stood up and looked around the room, wondering what I should do. Should I call out? Call me paranoid, but it felt too much like a horror movie for me to do that. Surely the two would suddenly appear around the corner in that moment.

They didn't.

I crept silently into the hallway, identifying a doorway at the end of the hall. I thought I heard their voices.

I walked forward and opened the door, finding Pete standing straight at the side of a bed facing Jack. His body was rigid, muscles held tight with his body naked on full display. I had to admit it was a sight I'd been wanting to see for a while. His chin was raised in attention toward the side of the room Jack was on, bringing my gaze over to the other man.

Jack was glaring right at me. I got to see a mix of emotions plastered on his face at the same time- surprise, shock, guilt. It ended in conviction when he opened his mouth and spoke.

"Grab him"

I didn't understand what was happening as Pete moved closer, the words finally registering in my head too late. He had grabbed my wrists and turned them to my back, locking them there before using his weight to pin me to the wall. I felt his skin pressing against me, holding me there with his exposed body. I couldn't free my hands from his solid grip. 

"Pete, let go! What the hell are you doing?" I growled at my roommate. I had managed to turn my head to the side, allowing my cheek to sit against the wall. I locked my eyes with his, but seeing them only filled me with terror. There was no light behind them, no sense of recognition. His gaze was empty, a vacant stare of an animal that only knew how to follow orders.

The fear managed to fuel my attempts to escape his grasp, but the more I tried the more helpless I felt. I had a feeling his friend enjoyed watching me tire myself out, and I finally gave into the soreness taking my body. I lay against the wall, panting, waiting for anything to happen. 

"Move him here" Jack said, prompting Pete to drag me over to the bed. 

I was pushed onto the sheets, my chest against the bed as Pete got on top. In seconds he was kneeling over me, holding me down, my body positioned in no way for me to move. I could barely breathe with Pete's weight on my back, my breaths shallow. My head was turned to the foot of the bed, allowing me not to smother myself. It also allowed Jack to walk over into my vision. 

"So who's this?" He said, bending over to look into my face.

I didn't know who he was asking, but I opted not to respond while Pete stayed silent. 

"So you think you'll be smart. No matter, I'll learn eventually. Hold his head in place, boy."

I immediately felt Pete's thick hand wrap around the back of my skull, holding it against the bed. I didn't even try to escape his grip this time. My neck was already beginning to hurt from the pressure on my back, I would probably only make it worse.

Jack had disappeared from my field of view for a moment while I was distracted, returning a moment later with a small black cylinder in his hand. With a click it turned on, a light shining from the lens on its end. A flashlight.

He lowered it down in front of my face, beginning to slowly drag it back and forth between my eyes.

"So, you're one of Pete's friends I'm guessing? Maybe coming to check in on how he's doing?"

I stayed silent, responding in my head. No, I was invited here, thanks for asking.

"You've been noticing him changing though, haven't you? Getting bigger, growing muscles? Yeah you have."

I didn't know if he was successfully reading me or not. Was I unknowingly making expressions? Was there some tell with the way my eyes trailed along with the light? I couldn't look away from it. I was hoping it wouldn't get any closer. I kept my stare locked onto the bulb, a black spot forming in the center of my vision.

"I've already made him my muscle boy though, he's great at following my orders, being sculpted into my ideal. What to do with you though?"

My lids were fluttering at this point, the muscles in my eyes tired from slowly shifting back and forth following the beam. It only took a few more moments until they shut. I could still sense the beam changing between each eye, a soft glow making it through the skin, the gradient alternating between the sides.

At this point it felt like my body had begun to rock, almost as if I were in a boat softly swaying side to side led by the hue. Jack's voice faded into the background as I grew dizzy, the phantom movement overwhelming the rest of my senses.

"How about a slave then?" I heard in the distance, his voice sinking directly into my subconscious. "Serving Pete and I however we like? Whatever we order you to do? You'd be happy doing that, wouldn't you?"

I felt a warm glow of joy growing in my chest, agreeing with the words. I would be happy being a slave. I would be happy serving. 

I felt the thoughts of concern begin rising to the surface of my mind, wanting to disagree. I couldn't hear them in the boat. They were outside it, left to drown in the waves.

I lost track of everything else said to me in that state. All I felt was a sense of happiness and belonging, a want to stay in the trance. It was easy to just stay there and listen, to be compliant, to just lie in submission. It was a dream I wanted to belong in forever. It was all brought to a halt as I heard a sharp snap resonate through my mind, bringing me back to the surface. 

I was suddenly awake again, back lying on the bed. Pete had been removed from my body, but so had the rest of my clothes. I was lying on my stomach, my arms tied behind my back, my face hanging off the side of the bed.

A hand wrapped under my chin, bringing my face up to my master standing naked before me, their cock dangling right in front of my eyes. 

"Welcome back slave." Their voice said. The same sense of content from my trance flooded my system, relaxing my muscles and causing all stress to escape from my body. His voice was magic to my ears, sending electricity through my mind. I couldn't stop a dumb smile from growing on my face. 

"Yeah, you know your place slave. Open up so we can use you."

I didn't think twice about lowering my jaw, letting the spit accumulating in my mouth from anticipation drip from my tongue. I wasn't meant to think. 

Master's hand wrapped around the back of my head, leading his cock straight into my throat. I felt it dragging across my tastebuds, the taste of his precum exploding in my head accompanied with the gratifying sense of having a use. My nostrils filled with his musk as his shaft threaded through my tonsils, my body beginning to gulp at the meat in its gullet on reflex. I would never need to think again with my master in control.