Maker's Bull

One of Kurt's gym buddies was going to be running a stand at the weekend makers market, giving the suggestion to come around to check it out. Kurt was always looking for something new to do so he went, finding his friend's setup with a bunch of jewelry on it. Kurt was surprised his friend already had one picked out, suggesting to see how he liked it and pay later. It was a simple chain that Kurt felt was his style, so he agreed, putting it on before continuing to walk around.

The world almost seemed different as he moved away, like the hard edges of his surroundings had been sanded away. He felt like he was in a daze, lumbering around the stalls, the colors mixing together as he became completely disoriented. Thinking was suddenly difficult as he struggled to grasp the situation, his mind numbed by apathy as his brain emptied.

Suddenly, his gym buddy appeared next to him, a strong hand on Kurt's arm leading him away from the crowd. He had no choice but to follow, placed in a vehicle and driven to his bud's home. His body felt as though it were being pulled by invisible strings as he was led into the bedroom of the house. Kurt was unable to do anything but follow orders, commanded to strip and lay back on the bed. He felt himself comply, his body moving as soon as he heard the words, unable to resist.

"Why don't you flex for me, dumb bitch?" His friend said, getting on top of Kurt.

In a moment Kurt's massive arms were beside his head, flexing the weighty muscles into tight pillows. His eyes were blank, squinting, unable to comprehend the situation as his legs were lifted above the bed. In a moment he felt a thick shaft entering his hole, his lips parting as a low moan from his chest was carried on his exhale. It was painful and glorious at the same time, his body frozen left to experience the spike that impaled his thick body.

In just a few moments the pain had left, leaving the glow of arousal as his friend picked up pace, Kurt's moans growing louder with each thrust. It didn't take long for Kurt's body to shut down, accepting every pulse with his entire body, feeling a jet of glory shooting through his body each time. His cock had been rock hard for some time, but as each consecutive pump hit his prostate he felt it losing control. His nerves were overcome with static as his rear clutched itself tight around the knob, forcing his own member to shoot across his body. His mind had disappeared with his shot, leaving him a complaint muscle bull for the rest of his life.