Rideshare

Briggs got a ride request at 6 to head for the airport. He chugged the rest of his protein shake and headed out. He was glad he got in a good workout before he started work that night. Ever since he started driving for a living, he was worried about getting a fat ass. Not a lot of 30 year olds had a body as nice as his. He had to keep it tight.

The guy at the airport asked for help loading his luggage in the trunk. “Jesus, you’re strong!” the guy said. He looked like a businessman. It was Sunday night and he was wearing a tie and constantly on his phone. He poked at it with a stylus. “Love the jersey, by the way! Any Bears fan is a fan of mine. And Urlacher too! You’re my kind of guy.”

Briggs smiled politely and patted the football jersey he wore. He hated small talk, hated sports small talk more than anything.

Then the guy got in the passenger door, which Briggs thought was weird. Most riders got in the back, like a taxi, and he was given a little space from them.

“I’m Ty Winters,” the businessman said. The name rang a bell with Briggs. He shook his hand back.

“Briggs Johnson,” he replied.

“For real?” the guy said, eyeing him up. “I would’ve never guessed! I mean, you were in good shape back in high school, football stud and all, but… damn! You look like you could suplex the Rock!”

Briggs grinned. He struggled to recall Ty’s face from high school. He was sure he remembered the name--wasn’t Ty Winters that geeky guy, all about student council? Rumor in high school was he was a fag or something.

“What you been up to?” Ty asked. Briggs hated making conversation with his riders. He stepped on the gas.

“Not much, y’know,” Briggs said. “I’m a personal trainer,” he lied. “Bunch of clients, really taking off. Just doing this rideshare stuff to pay the bills while I build my client base.”

“No shit? Hell, I’d hire you,” Ty said, patting his gut. “Damn, buddy. Good for you. I used to own a business way back. We made parts for refrigeration units. I sold it though. Now I’m just a consultant. Making money off my expertise. Kind of like you!”

Briggs nodded. He was pretty sure Ty talked too loud in high school, too.

“You married?” Ty asked.

Divorced twice, Briggs thought. He used to think he had a kid until he found out his ex had gotten pregnant while she was cheating on him. Second wife served him his papers while he was serving a term in prison.

“Nope,” Briggs said. “You?”

Ty smirked and shrugged. “Busy man. No time for relationships. I bet you’re the same way.”

When they pulled up to Ty’s house, Briggs was blown away by the four-car garage. Ty lived in the biggest house in a neighborhood of mansions. If Briggs was still up to his old behaviors, he would definitely case a place like this to hit later on. Probably a fancy alarm system but nothing he couldn’t handle. No doubt Ty’s house had plenty Briggs could snatch and pawn. Just the idea of some quick cash gave him a rush--but he pushed it out of his head.

“Look, why don’t you turn off your phone and come in for a drink? I’m a little wired from the flight,” Ty said. “Maybe you could give me some personal training advice?”

And maybe, Briggs thought, some fancy little trinket could make its way into his pocket. At the very least, Ty might have some good pills in the bathroom.

Inside his house, Ty cranked up a gas fireplace and clicked a remote that dimmed the lights and put on some light jazz music. Briggs suddenly remembered the story he heard of Ty getting caught blowing a substitute teacher in the men’s locker room. Was it true? Or just the kind of story kids told?

“My girlfriend would love this place,” Briggs said as he looked around. Better to emphasize his straightness.

Ty nodded as he plunked a few ice cubes in a glass and splashed bourbon over it. “I bet your girlfriend loves big, well-built things,” Ty said with a wink.

Then a flash. He remembered beating up some faggy kid the first week of freshman year. Didn’t even know the kid’s name, just didn’t like the way he looked at him or the sound of his voice. The kid ended up in the hospital for a week, so scared that he never identified who his attacker was.

It suddenly dawned on him: that kid was Ty. Did Ty remember? After a beating like that, there was no way he would have forgotten. But the way he was acting sure didn’t seem like someone who was sharing a drink with his gaybasher.

Briggs coughed suddenly. “Y’know, I actually gotta piss. Where’s your bathroom?”

Briggs followed Ty’s directions down the hall and stood there, pretending to pee as he popped open the medicine cabinet. Just muscle relaxers and anti-depressants; nothing fun. Briggs left, disappointed. He had been sure a guy like Ty would have had some Zanax, at least.

Back in Ty’s living room, Briggs clinked his glass against Ty’s as he cased the room for anything worth money. Practically everything ticked that box, but what could he get out with him that night? Maybe it would be worth a trip back in. He sipped his bourbon and felt a strange warmth flow through his body.

“So, you were telling me before that you’ve been single since high school?” Ty asked.

Briggs felt a little dizzy. He stared at the brown liquor and swallowed hard. What was Ty asking? He never said that--did he?

“You were saying that women are always intimidated by a body like yours,” Ty said, his eyes traveling the length of Briggs’ body.

“Shit, ain’t that the truth,” Briggs said. His head was dizzy--it was a little hard to think--but he thought back on his past. All that time spent in the gym building up the perfect physique and he couldn’t get a woman home from the bar except the fat drunk ones. “Sometimes women are like--’Are you John Cena?’ And as soon as I say no, they’re not interested anymore. Shit, I’ve met John Cena. I’m bigger than John Cena! But ladies don’t want that. They don’t want abs, they want a chubby guy.”

Ty smiled and put an arm on Briggs’ muscular shoulder. “You’d think they’d want to tap into these genetics to make some big strong athletic kids?” He started rubbing Briggs’ shoulder. “I get it, though. Sometimes your body just has needs and you need them taken care of.”

Briggs took a drink and held an ice cube in his mouth. He felt warm and comfortable. He had come in for some reason--he couldn’t quite remember--but now he just liked sitting with Ty.

“How did you say you’ve been making money?” Ty asked. “Outside the rideshare thing.”

Briggs went to repeat, “Personal trainer,” which he knew was a lie, but a fog had set in over his thoughts. What was it he did? He knew the memories were there, but he just couldn’t get at them.

“Oh that’s right, you said, ‘Letting men admire your physique.’ At first I thought you meant as a model or a bodybuilder or something, but… you meant… like this, didn’t you?” Ty’s hand went to Briggs’ inner thigh, squeezing the quad, then slowly slid up to his belt.

Briggs just let Ty’s fingers wander as they slid under his shirt, slowly tracing the outline of his abdoment. “This kind of thing I… I charge for,” Briggs said as he set down his drink and gently took Ty’s hand by the wrist. “I like you and all, but… it’s fifty for fifteen minutes, a hundred if you get to touch me. Underwear on, of course, unless…” Briggs shrugged. “Unless you pay, of course.”

Ty nodded and smiled. “Lord knows I respect a good business model.” Ty pulled out a wallet and fished out a wad of hundreds. “Here’s a thousand. Let’s head to my bedroom. You let me know when it’s all used up, got it?”

Briggs took the money and stared at it. A thousand dollars! Holy shit, with that kind of money…

...something felt weird. His stomach felt uneasy as he fingered the bills. He rose to follow Ty out of the room. Guys like Ty were Briggs’ bread and butter.

“I figure,” Ty said as they approached the bedroom, “the way you’re dressed just to drive around all night, you’re just asking for one of your passengers to beg to see that body, aren’t you?”

Briggs blinked. He shivered and looked down at the skin-tight v-neck he wore, his arms bulging out of the sleeves. His short shorts showed everything, his huge quads and big package on display, big ass wobbling sensuously with every step. Briggs smiled.

“Busted,” he said, making his pecs bounce underneath the shirt. “Be honest, though. That’s why you asked me to help you with your luggage, right? You wanted to see the whole thing on display.”

Ty nodded. “Guilty as charged.” He slapped Briggs’ ass as he went in the room.

Ty climbed up on the bed and sank to his knees as Briggs stood up on it, looming down at him. For a grand, he was going to give this guy a show. He reached up to the neck of his shirt and gave it a tug, ripping it in half. He tossed the tattered remains of the shirt at Ty, who held it and sniffed deeply as he grabbed his own crotch. He did the same when Briggs shed his shorts revealing just a jock strap.

“I’ll double it,” Ty said breathily, “no, triple it… if you let me suck your cock.”

“Wear this as a mask first and we’ll talk,” Briggs said. Who would have ever thought, back in high school, that the same kid he beat up for being a fag would be begging to suck his cock.

Ty rose to his feet after huffing deeply from the jockstrap over his face. Ty had a doughy physique, average build with a small layer of flab around the middle. Typical body type of a guy with too much money. Luckily Briggs was there to help him out with that problem.

“This is just like high school…” Ty whispered as he nuzzled his face against Briggs’ cock and lapped at his balls. “Remember that first time I blew you? You were so scared you’d be found out… until I got my mouth on your cock. Then you weren’t scared of anything.”

Briggs felt a chill run up his spine. He remembered. First week of high school, the feminine kid with the high voice was too friendly with him at the bus stop. It irked him in a way he couldn’t shake, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Then one day they were the last two guys in the locker room after gym class. Ty had been so nervous to ask. He flinched after the words left his mouth as if he thought he was going to get hit.

Briggs had been even more nervous to go along with it--but he couldn’t fight the urges his hormones were pushing him towards. He turned the deadbolt on the door and pushed Ty to his knees.

The memory flashed before Briggs’ eyes, so vivid it was like it was happening all over again.

“Wait,” Briggs said, shaking his head. He couldn’t have been drunk from so little booze--had Ty put something in it?--but he felt light-headed and disoriented. Something wasn’t right. He looked around Ty’s room and saw a nice watch on his bureau and a 4D TV hanging on the wall. He had come here to steal, not… not this!

But as Ty’s hands rubbed up and down Briggs’ quads, that voice telling him something was wrong got quieter and quieter. He was torn between two warring emotions: one of alarm, that he had to get out of this room and this house and away from this man; and one of a final piece sliding into a puzzle, that this was where he had longed to be for so long.

“I don’t,” Briggs said as Ty opened his mouth and leaned in to suck his cock. “...I mean, I don’t normally do this.” Ty smiled and swallowed Briggs’ cock whole. He tickled Briggs’ balls as he sucked, running his tongue around the ridge of his cock head and twisting the base with his fingers. Briggs moaned and arched his back, his knees going weak. How did Ty know every little sensitive spot on him?

Ty pulled his head off Briggs’ cock with a loud pop. Briggs was instantly desperate for him to keep sucking, expressing it as a mild whimper.

“You mean since I’ve been gone? You don’t do this with other guys?” Ty said. “It’s so sweet that you wait for me. Especially after all you’ve gone through because of me.”

Briggs blinked. He sank to his knees and hung his head as he felt something deep inside him shifting, although he wasn’t clear what it was or how it was changing--yet.

“Don’t…” he said softly as Ty ran his tongue along the lower ridge of each of Briggs’ pecs, pausing only to slide up and suckle on his nipple before moving on to the next one. “Don’t say anything else. You’re doing something…”

Ty smiled and put a finger on Briggs’ mouth to silence him. “Shh, quiet now baby. Let me talk. Because it’s taken me a long time to say this but… I’m sorry we got caught together in high school. I’m sorry you got outed. I’ve always wanted to make it up to you somehow. And I think I finally know how.”

Briggs’ head suddenly throbbed. He grabbed his temples and winced. Memories flooded back, of Officer Manville catching him with Ty in the back of his dad’s truck. He remembered the look of disgust on Officer Manville’s face…

...no, he was disgusted because he caught him hotwiring a car and he had weed on him! It was his first time going to jail!

Suddenly those memories, of a life of crime and bad decisions, felt like they happened to someone else. Officer Manville brought him home to his dad that night, told him his son was a faggot. His dad made plans to send him to military school.

Worse had been going to school the next day. Somehow everyone knew. Coach called him into his office to say he had been cut from the team. “I can’t have somebody like that around my other athletes. Locker room is no place for fairies.” All of his buddies turned on him. It hadn’t been so bad for Ty; everyone had already suspected it. But Briggs lost everything.

He remembered waiting at the bus stop for that ride to military school, wiping tears as a big guy in a truck slowed down. “Now why you crying, boy?” asked a built man with salt and pepper hair and a moustache. They stared at each other, Briggs’ eyes swollen and red, the man’s eyes stern and commanding.

And when that bus to military school showed up, Briggs hadn’t been there.

“What was the name of that guy you went to live with when you ran away?” Ty asked as he stroked Briggs’ neck and nuzzled it.

Briggs had no idea! That guy didn’t exist--or if he did, he never met him. He had been in and out of jail, swiping cars and selling dope to make it by, shacking up with whatever woman would take him.

“Rex,” Briggs said. The word surprised him as it left his mouth. But suddenly he could remember years of living with Rex: that first night, when Rex invited him into his bed and fucked his brains out for hours; the first time Rex affixed a collar around his neck and made him sleep at the foot of his bed, and how relieved Briggs had been to accept such a simple role in life; and the day Rex brought home someone new and gave him 24 hours to get his shit out of the house. “His name was Rex, and I thought I was in love with him,” Briggs admitted out loud. He wept openly at memories of his broken heart like he was experiencing it for the first time.

Ty wiped his tears away. “Poor baby,” he said. “How did you make it out there on your own?”

Briggs tried to clear his head. He held up liquor stores! He sold heroin! “I sold drugs,” he said. “I sold…” His memories got foggy, then came into clarity once again. “...steroids. Growth hormone.”

Briggs suddenly felt exhausted. His body felt so heavy, like he could lie down and sleep forever. His ripped abdomen suddenly bowed out slightly like a turtle shell. He glanced at his once lean, chiseled torso and watched it thicken. “Everyone at my gym came to me. I had the best connections, the best stuff. I was always flush with cash and I could pretty much be on cycle year round…”

Ty’s hands went down to Briggs’ throbbing cock. He massaged his big balls as they started to shrivel. What started the size of plums ended up to little jelly beans, swimming in soft wrinkly sack. All the gear he did over the years, Briggs thought as he looked at his tiny little balls. Oh well. At least it made his dick look bigger.

“All those steroids for years… can you even get hard anymore?” Ty asked. He gave Briggs’ cock a rough crank. The big muscle stud growled in approval.

“Fuck no,” he said. It had been years since he had gotten a hard-on on his own, even when he was shooting a barrel of Tren in his ass every other day. “Not like I ever needed to.”

“Rex taught you how to use that beautiful caboose of yours, didn’t he?”

Briggs looked behind him as his glutes plumped and swelled. Tiny welts of scar tissue ached beneath the surface from years of obsessive injections while his ass swelled into a wide pile of overdeveloped muscle covered in a soft, sensuous layer of fat. He wiggled his hips and watched his price asset wiggle invitingly.

Ty put a hand behind Briggs’ head and guided him down to the bed. Briggs instinctively arched his back, thrusting his two huge melons in the air as he rubbed his stiff nipples against the bed like he was in heat.

“Fuck yeah,” Briggs said. He was constantly aware of that dull itch deep in his big juicy ass. His hole was hypersensitive, always aching with need, just the way Rex had trained into him. Those few years of sexual subservience had carved deep grooves into Briggs--grooves that defined his life from then on.

He watched the tattoos on his body swirling like ink in water. Then they were gone, and a layer of fur sprouted over his beautiful beefy body. He was an undeniable muscle stud; when he walked into the gym in short shorts and a tight tank top every guy looked whether they were gay or not. Who could resist the way his hips swayed with every step causing his big ass to wiggle back and forth?

He was a walking wet dream now. His roidgut was too pronounced to ever step on stage, but Briggs didn’t care. He was big and sexy and even straight guys considering taking a ride on him.

“And all this time,” Ty said, “you’ve been driving around, hoping for guys to pay to fuck you? That’s how you make your living?”

That wasn’t right! But Briggs knew it was. He could barely remember it being any other way. He murmured in assent as he waited for the thing he’d craved ever since Ty had gotten in his car that night: a big dick in his hole. He craved those moments of bliss after a real man came in him, those few seconds when he didn’t ache with need to get fucked and he could bathe in the glow of real domination. “Yes,” he moaned. “God, you have no idea how excited I was to finally see you tonight…”

“I just can’t believe,” Ty said as he positioned himself behind Briggs and stroked his hard cock, “that back in high school… I was your first love.”

An image of Ty flashed in Briggs’ mind and his heart leapt. He had never felt so strongly for someone. For years he would quietly fantasize about Ty every time he jerked off, every time he got fucked. Rex found a new boy because Briggs had been trying to get in touch with Ty. Rex kicked Briggs out because he admitted he was still in love with his first.

“I’ve never,” Briggs said into the pillow below his face, his voice deeper than before, “ever felt the same way about anyone else… daddy…”

With that last word something clicked. Everything had been uncertain since that first sip of alcohol; for all Briggs knew, the world outside Ty’s bedroom was pure entropy, swirling shapeless chaos. But that one word made everything snap into place.

Ty was Briggs’ first love. When they got caught together Briggs’ dad tried to send him to military school. Briggs ran away with the first man who took him in, but he never got over Ty. That lack of devotion to his “master” got him kicked out again, left to survive on his own. All of those experiences had shaped who Briggs had become. For years he had pined for Ty, desperately hoping to fill the void in his life: he needed a daddy who wouldn’t kick him out.

“Well daddy’s here,” Ty said.

Briggs moaned at the mention of the word. Everything he wanted had just come true for him. As far as he was concerned there was no one in the world but he and Ty--his daddy.

“Turn around, pup,” Ty said. “I want you to see yourself.”

Ty turned the big man around on the bed to face a full-length mirror on the wall. Briggs almost didn’t recognize what he saw. His face was thick like the rest of him, wide with muscle on a neck that was nearly the width of his head. He had a dopey expression on his face that seemed to make sense considering how slow he was thinking. He had been built before, but his body now had a thickness most bodybuilders would kill for. He had a thick, solid roidgut and an ass so big it made him look like a cartoon, to huge slabs of soft muscle, solid as a bicep underneath. His body was tan and beefy, covered with a light layer of fur. His cock was shriveled and inert above two tiny balls--not like he would ever need it again. His ass seemed to have a mind of its own--and he needed to feed it soon.

“To be honest,” Ty said, stroking Briggs’ muscled back and softly caressing the thick muscular jowls on his now bullish face. “I hadn’t exactly planned to do this to you. I’ve done it to a few guys before. This one real asshole in my office I turned from a commanding alpha to a meek little sub, desperate for cock. And I found out my personal trainer had been badmouthing me behind my back so I made him into an obese tub of lard who needs a cane just to get on his feet.”

Briggs blinked, confused, but leaned into his daddy’s touch. He wanted to beg for daddy’s cock but he knew he wasn’t allowed to. Daddy’s words left his head as soon as they entered, so he just tried his best to enjoy daddy’s touch.

“It’s almost a shame that when things change you never notice anything was different. I’d like you to always remember that things used to be different even though there’s nothing you could do about it.”

Ty knelt down and kissed Briggs gently on the forehead.

“How about this: for one minute I’ll give you your old mind back, but not your body. Nothing will change outside of your thoughts. Ready? And… now.”

Briggs’ entire body clenched. What the fuck was this fag doing to him? “How did I even get here?” he said, looking around confused. His eyes went wide when he realized the prone musclebull in the mirror with his ass in the air was HIM.

“I just want you to know, this is all because of what you did to me. You may not remember but you’ll be spending the rest of your life making up for what you did to me in high school. How does that make you feel?”

Briggs wanted to get up, slam this fucker through the wall and head for the door, but the crazy itching in his ass was overriding every impulse. His body felt so swollen, so heavy. He just looked up helplessly at Ty, knowing that this man held his fate in his hands.

“I’m… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… I was just a dumb kid. I didn’t know any better.”

Ty just shrugged. “Not good enough. But no matter what, it’s clear that the life I’m giving you is as much of a treat for you as it is for me. You and I both know you wasted your life. I’m about to give it back to you. You’ll live a life of cozy luxury. You’ll be my property of course, my little toy, but it sure will beat where you used to be. And, looks like that minute is up.”

It was over. Old Briggs beat his chest and screamed as he faded into nothing. New Briggs whimpered and pawed at the sheets, desperate for his master to use him for what he was built for.

“Looks like you and I are going to have a busy night,” Ty said as he fingered Briggs casually. The subservient muscle pup moaned and bit the sheets as Ty’s gentle wiggling in his crack sent mind-blowing sensations through him. “And if just a finger does that to you… Wait until you get my cock.”

Ty dropped his pants and revealed a huge dick--bigger than the one Briggs used to have.

Wait, he thought. What was that? A casual glimmer of someone else’s life that fluttered away as quickly as it arrived.

Briggs moaned as Ty slid his cock between his cheeks and claimed his prize.