Cody: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/136718887533
Kochan: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/155062043694
Joaquin: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/148718534306
Rafael: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/116612287055
Jorge: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110400799216
James: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110703407042
Day 8
I woke up on the floor of the living room, my body sticky with dried sweat and who knows what else, my mind blurry with sleep. I blinked my eyes in the bright sun, wondering what had woken me up. Oh. It was the light. Duh.
For the first few hours of morning, it seemed as though Kochan's dirty jock had served as a face mask, but as I shifted in my dreams it had slipped off, rescinding its protection and exposing my eyelids to the clarifying illumination of morning.
Had I really been fucked last night? And not by anyone my equal, but by some faggy club dancer twink? I reached through my legs to feel my stinging hole. For a guy who has sex as a profession, Alex really didn't prep me very well. Maybe it was a punishment for forgetting his name.
I pushed myself up off the ground, determination filling me. I wasn't going to spend today wallowing like some kinda bitch. Sure, I got fucked, but I was going to prove that I was still a fucking beast of a man at the gym. Going to push myself extra hard today, really show it off. Maybe pick up one of those twinks that hangs around at the gym to get an eyeful of real men, take him to the locker room, and fuck the shit out of him. Or at least fingerbang him, considering the cock cage.
I dashed past Kochan's room, where I heard two pairs of heavy snoring, and considered barging in to yell at him over fucking me last night, until I realized that there was nothing I could yell at him for. I was the one who wanted to get fucked. Besides, if I went in there, I'd probably just get a whiff of him and find myself on my knees again.
I quickly pulled on some gym shorts, deciding to free ball it at the gym today. Pulling on a muscle tank as I walked out the door, I nearly ran into a neighbor in the hallway.
"Back from an early morning gym sesh?" she asked, sidling past me.
"What? No..." I said as I walked away from her. Why would she think that?
As I jogged down the street I realized why. I still smelled like sex from last night. My sweat, Alex's sweat, and most of all Kochan's sweat were all stuck to my body, making me feel sticky, but not gross, in the early morning heat. As I licked my upper lip, I realize I could still taste Kochan's pit on my face, and my cock stirred in its cage.
Oh right, that thing. Despite being accustomed to waking up to nearly 8 inches of glorious morning wood, I hadn't even realized it was on. I guess I was just getting used to the feeling of having plastic over my once-splendid cock.
The glass doors of Gym Gymnos slid open, the cool air of the lobby soothing my already sweaty pits. The receptionist sniffed the air a couple times as he took my ID, but waved me through without comment. I went straight to the weight room, my eyes locked on the chest press. I felt full of energy; partially from the anger of being made into a bitch, partially from that post-fuck glow.
Just as I was about to grab the bar, another man reached it first. "Hey, mind if we work our sets between eachother?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, sure dude," I said. "I could use a spotter. I'm planning on going pretty hard today."
"Seems like you've been going pretty hard already," the guy said, before inhaling deeply. "Name's Joaquin. I think I've seen you around here before."
"Yeah, you too dude. You got stellar arms."
"Thanks dude. You got a stellar ass," he replied, making me blush. Guys normally complimented my arms or my core, most didn't assume I was a bottom. Before I could correct him, he had already laid down on the bench and grabbed the bar. I had already set the weights to something that would normally be pushing me, but he benched it like it weighed nothing. I stood by kinda uselessly as he lifted with ease, not even breaking a sweat. When he finished, we switched places, though as he passed me he whispered, "Nice cage, bro."
I was already lifting the bar when his words hit my brain. "What?" I gasped, struggling with the weight. He reached to grab it before seeing I was still in control.
"I said nice cock cage," he said, louder this time, making a guy turn to see what he was talking about. "Could see it up your gym short's leg. Thought you were showing it off." I flushed hard, whether from embarrassment or from the strenuous weight, I couldn't tell.
We switched places again, and again Joaquin handled the bar with ease. I needed to take a short breather for a little longer than I had time for, but with Joaquin there I couldn't let myself show any sign of weakness.
On my 8th rep, I felt my arms turn to jelly. The bar slipped out of my sweaty palms, and for a moment I was afraid that my beautiful face was going to get crushed under the weight, until a firm hand slowed its descent to a stop.
"Careful there, boy! You're pushing yourself too hard," Joaquin chastised, setting the bar back.
"I can still do more," I growled. Joaquin lifted an eyebrow.
"How bout this. If you can give me a high five, I'll let you keep lifting." I scoffed. "Sure, dude, whatever." Joaquin lifted his massive arm in the air, his hand over his head, his hairy pit exposed, the scent suddenly washing into my nose. It wasn't making me incoherent like Kochan's would've, but it was still distracting. I lifted my arm to high five him.
Or at least, I tried. But it wasn't happening. I could barely lift my arms above my shoulders before they slowly fell back to my sides.
"Yeah, boy, you gotta be careful if you don't wanna injure yourself. Better focus on core for the rest of the day."
"Sure, okay dude," I said, fully intending to go back to working arms as soon as he left. What did he know anyway.
As if he sensed this, Joaquin shouted over to one of the trainers. "Yo! Karim! Don't let this boy work arms anymore today! He went too hard and is gonna hurt himself!" I blushed as half the guys in the gym turned to stare at the stupid boy who tried lifting more than he could. Karim gave a thumbs up from across the room, Joaquin patted my numb shoulder and walked away, and I was left feeling dumb next to the bench press.
Well, I wasn't going to let this gym trip go to waste. But I wasn't going to give the satisfaction to Joaquin either by working my core. I'd do legs instead.
I strolled over to the hex bar, setting it to an appropriate weight and beginning my squats. I was really in the zone as I lifted, my mind focused on the humiliation I had just endured, the embarrassment I had endured the night before, channeling that rage into pure lifting power. I could feel sweat running down my shoulders, down my back, down my ass crack. It felt good. It felt like it was washing the past away. The old me of the last week was gone, replaced by the top stud I always was. Sure, my cock was still locked, but I was still the alpha stud I had always been.
As I took a break from squatting, I spotted a couple guys whispering and staring at me as they walked past. I smirked. Bottom bitches couldn't get enough of me. After my second set, I noticed a few more guys staring, some of them turning around as they walked past, others glancing curiously between their own sets. Fuck, I was just Mr. Popular at the gym today, wasn't I? Sure, I had been embarrassed before, but it seems everyone else had forgotten about it.
Sweat was dripping down my brow and running down my calf as I finished my last set. I lifted my shirt up to wipe off my face, exposing my sixpack abs as I did so. My glutes felt like they were on fire, but in the good way. I had to see how pumped they looked.
I turned around in front of the gym mirror and looked at my ass. Before my eyes could marvel at how perky my butt was, they zeroed in on what exactly all the guys in the gym had been staring at.
There was a damp patch smack dab in the middle of my gym shorts. I prayed that it was sweat, but I knew what it actually was: Alex's cum.
I had totally forgotten to empty it out in the morning, as unaccustomed as I was to bottoming, and as the squats opened my hole, his cum must've dripped out. In fact, I soon realized that the sticky bead of sweat dripping down my leg was just a little too white to be sweat...
A skinny fag running on the treadmills was staring at me through the mirror. I whipped around to glare at him, but he just winked, cupping his package as he jogged and nodding his head towards the locker room. I woulda beat the crap out of him if I wasn't in a crowded place, but I knew I couldn't afford to get kicked out of Gym Gymnos.
I started walking towards the locker rooms, before realizing that's exactly what the twink just told me to do. If I left now, it'd look like I was a desperate whore wanting to ride the skinny boy's cock. But if I stayed, more guys would see the patch of cum on my ass.
Forced to choose between the two options, I went with sticking around in the gym. I wasn't gonna give the twink the satisfaction. Throughout the rest of my workout, I was painfully aware of every glance at me, every chuckle at my expense. By the time the twink left, at least three dozen guys must've seen the cum stain that had leaked out of my freshly fucked hole.
Since I had rushed to the gym straight from home, I didn't have a gym bag, and had to make the whole jog back home with the cum stain on my gym shorts. As I jogged, I could feel my hole loosening, depositing more of Alex's surprisingly large load in my too tight shorts.
Day 9
"What're you doing home this early?" I asked Cody as he walked into the living room. "Don't you normally go to the gym after work?"
"Oh hey yeah Kochan. Just had to stop at home to drop some stuff off first. Forgot my gym bag today." I frowned and turned back to my phone. As far as I knew, Cody didn't have a discrete gym bag, he just through his gym shorts in his backpack with his laptop.
"So, how was work for you today?" I heard him pipe up. Cody was still standing in the entrance to the living room, backpack over his shoulder, obviously in no rush to grab his stuff and go.
"Uh, it went well. Pretty chill so didn't have much to do. You?"
"Oh, yeah man, it was okay. Spent it pretty horny cuz of the cage."
"Oh, I get it. You want me to take it off dontcha? Well I told you pup, I can't find the key," I said.
"No, it's not that! I know you can't unlock me til you find the key. And... it's kinda my fault it got lost. I went into your room looking for it and must've rearranged stuff." He hung his head in shame.
Now this broke my attention from my phone. Was Cody... apologizing for something bad he did? Of course, the key wasn't actually missing. I knew he had gone through my room because let's face it, Cody ain't slick, and I was legit surprised he wasn't begging to get his cock back.
"Well, I'm glad you owned up to it pup. I get it dude, horny boy like you must be out of your mind. Can't always fight off temptation. That's what the cage is for to begin with."
"Yeah, without it I know work would be even worse than it is. I probably woulda fucked my boss' twink ass assistant in the bathroom by now if I weren't locked." Cody paused. "Hey Koch, why've you started calling me pup all of a sudden?"
I smiled at him. "It's just what you remind me of. You're messy like a puppy, you love using your nose, and you got fucked doggy style like a bitch."
I could see a surge of aggression flit across his face before he just blushed and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Something about the way you smell just calms me down."
"You think so? Pretty sure you once referred to me as `smelling like a pig' after I got back from the gym with you."
"That was before you started using this new deodorant! And hey, if I can be a pup, you can be a pig."
I scrunched up my nose and grunted at him. We both laughed. This had to be the most positive interaction I'd ever had with Cody before.
"Hey Codes, you wanna skip the gym and grab an early dinner with me? A family friend of mine said he'd give me a discount if I introduce friends to his restaurant. Can only get it if I go there with someone."
I could see him thinking for a second. One hand absent-mindedly cupped his caged cock, while the other strayed around to slide up his ass crack. He snapped back to attention. "Yeah, that sounds fun Koch, let's do it."
We showed up to the Raw Pig, San Muerto's freshest meat-focused eatery, around late afternoon. It had only just opened its doors for that early dinner old person crowd, and we were seated without delay. My friend, Hector, greeted us personally.
"Hey amigo, who's the new friend?"
"Hey Hector, this is Cody. He's actually been my roommate a while, we just never had a chance to go out. He's always too busy with the gym."
"Oh, one of those boys huh? Well hopefully tonight we can show him there are better things in life than just working out. Fatten the pup up a little bit, eh?" He chuckled as he walked away.
"He called you a pup too," I laughed. "Guess men can just tell."
Dinner that night was actually a pretty fun time. Cody was so much more relaxed around me than usual. While he normally always had a dismissive, cavalier attitude, it was obvious he kept up appearances in order to protect himself from outside judgment. From talking to him, it was obvious that that was what he was really afraid of in life: judgement by his peers and not being accepted.
Since I was friends with Hector, he sent us a few meals on the house. I ate way more than I was planning to, and by the time dessert was brought out, I was leaning back in my chair, stuffed. My shirt was riding up my gut a little bit, letting my over hang peek out. I scratched my happy trail.
"Can I ask you a question?" Cody said uncertainly as he eyed my belly. I burped softly and pushed the vanilla-cream frosted chocolate cake slice toward him.
"Only if you finish this dessert. I'm way too stuffed, and I wouldn't wanna insult Hector by turning down a gift."
"I'm not really a dessert person," he started, but I cut him off.
"Just have a bit of fun in life, pup. For someone who partied his way through college, you take life way too seriously. Just relax and break your rules."
"That's kinda what I was wondering about," he said through a mouthful of cake. "How're you so chill about being fat."
I laughed. "I love my body the way it is. Every body type has its pros and cons, and there are always gonna be people in life who won't like you, no matter what you look like. So may as well just enjoy yourself for who you are, and ignore the people who don't."
"No cons to a muscular body," Cody said, and I just rolled my eyes.
"Sure there are bitch. You ever tried snuggling with a gym rat? It's like cuddling a condom filled with rocks and sticks. Bears were made to be hugged." Cody didn't really say anything. "Besides, it's way more fun hanging out with a guy who doesn't care so much about how much or what he eats. Nothing lamer than going to dinner with someone who nibbles on a salad while you eat the steak."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, finally. "I think your gut is hot at least. I dunno about other bears, but the way you lug it around makes you seem... strong? I guess. I don't usually like feeling smaller than a guy but with you it's ok. I mean..." I could see he was suddenly embarrassed about what he had just let slip, and I covered for him.
"Oh I know what you mean. I've heard from lots of twinks how much they love feeling my belly pressing them into the bed when I fuck em doggy, or how they love rubbing their cock on it when I'm fucking em missionary." I saw him wriggle a little bit, a sure sign that his cock was trying to get hard in its cage. "How's the cake by the way?"
"It's really good! I dunno how he made this vanilla cream but I can't get enough."
I don't think it would surprise anyone to know that the cream was in fact Hector's nut. I knew first hand just how unusually high in calories it was too. I had spent a weekend trip with him in the woods up on Mt. Arcas last year and had come back ten pounds heavier. I blamed his cooking, he blamed his cum. One way or another, Cody had both inside him right now.
Day 10
It was Hector who gave me the idea to spike Cody's protein shakes with cum. But it was my idea to spike them with a little something extra.
I was chilling on the couch again as Cody walked in, though today he looked a little more stressed. I tried starting up a conversation, but he walked straight to the bathroom instead. A few seconds later, he emerged, looking disappointed.
"Shouldn't have slacked yesterday," he said. "I'm a full three pounds heavier today than I was yesterday."
"Pup, what did we talk about just relaxing and having fun," I said, but he brushed me off. "I gotta get to the gym. Have you seen my protein powder?"
"Yeah I had to toss it. You left it open on the counter and the ants got into it." "WHAT? Dude, cmon," he groaned.
"Chill, pup, I got you some more. Made a whole pitcher of it in the fridge." He took some out and began filling his bottle. "Try some first, just to make sure you like it." He took a tentative sip, but quickly licked his lips.
"Yeah, this is some really good shit. What brand is it?" "Got it from some local shop. Same place I got my deodorant from." I was eyeing him carefully, waiting for any immediate changes. After a second, he reeled back a little bit.
"Whoof, it feels like some of it just went up my nose. You sure it's safe?" "Yeah, I'm sure," I said, though I wouldn't have tried any myself. Cody sniffed the air.
"We should open a window in here," he said absentmindedly as he left. I smiled. Seems Rainbow Peter's Sex Shop has another successful product. This one was one of the cheapest they had in a line called "Spice It Up with our Salacious Snackbox", supposedly a series of sexual enhancers meant to be cooked into meals. I was skeptical, but it seemed the Strong Scent Sweetener had had the intended effect, enhancing Cody's olfactory abilities. That, coupled with the deodorant, meant I could make him submit to my pheromones all the way across the room. I planned on doing one last test of it, before going back to the shop to buy the whole spice rack.
Day 11
"Hey Codes," Kochan popped his head through my door. "You busy dude? There was something I wanted to talk about." "Yeah, sure Koch." I replied. I had been sequestering myself in my room. Ever since yesterday, I felt like the smell in the apartment was even stronger. Not that I was complaining, really. I fuckin loved how Kochan smelled. But it was making it hard to concentrate. I kept on trying to figure out what could've caused the sudden spike in scent, but I just couldn't concentrate. My room was a little better, at least I could focus enough to think a complete sentence here, but since Kochan had just opened the door I could already sense the room getting muskier and muskier.
Maybe it was just me though. Yesterday at the gym I had noticed just how strong the weight room smelled. I thought maybe the air conditioner had broken, or the guys had collectively forgotten deodorant, but as I was walking home the intensity of the exhaust in the air and the scent of the flowers I passed made me realize that I was just smelling things better today. Of course, the second I got home, that thought completely slipped from my mind.
I walked into the living room, my eyes immediately zeroing in on the small piece of metal on the coffee table.
"The key!" I exclaimed, starting to rush over to it, but before I reached it I heard Kochan say "heel pup."
I immediately stopped in my tracks, my momentum still propelling me forward, making me land on my knees next to the arm of the couch. Kochan was casually lying across it, like a reigning giant. His arm was tucked behind his head, and even though I was feet away it smelt like I was right up in it. His face sneered down at me, past his gut which was slowly rising and falling, his belly a perfect backdrop for his rock hard cock, which was sticking straight up and dripping just the smallest drop of precum.
"Stay on your knees there pup. And crawl over to me." A small voice in my head told me to disagree, that no man could treat me like this, but I felt my body moving on its own accord. Next thing I knew I was kneeling beside Kochan's gut, my fists planted on the floor, but butt resting on my calves.
"I was going to tell you yesterday, but you were in such a rush that I didn't have a chance. But I found the key to your cage, pup. It was behind the cabinet."
I didn't respond. I wanted to, but couldn't think of the words to say. Kochan must've sensed this, because he smiled.
"Woof if you understand, pup." I woofed. "Good boy. Can't believe a week ago you were a cocky jock who didn't take shit from no one. Now you're on your knees acting like a dog for a fat pig like me. And you love it, dontcha?"
"Woof!" I responded. It felt right. Words were so hard to use, and that woof summarized everything I wanted to say.
"I'm gonna give you a choice, pup. We'll see what your dumb puppy brain will do about it." He reached an arm around his belly, hefting it a little out of the way so he could wrap a meaty hand around his shaft. The other hand reached out to grab the key. Doing so revealed his hairy pit, and I strained for it until he told me to stay. I whined.
"Here's the choice, pup. You can have one gift. The one in my left hand," he jingled the key, "or the one in my right." He shook his cock. "Choose the key and you can free your cock tonight. I know it's been a while since you've blown your load. And you used to brag about that cock so much it's a shame to have it locked away. But choose my cock and I'll reward your throat with a load of my cum. Choice is yours, pup."
I immediately darted towards his right hand. My cock was straining and desperate in its cage. It could taste its freedom, it knew it was so close to being freed from its jail. Hell, this wasn't even a choice.
Without thinking, I nabbed the keys with my teeth, pulling them from Kochan's hand. But suddenly I smelled something new in the air. I started sniffing the air, the keys falling forgotten from my teeth. I was getting lungfuls of Kochan's pit musk, but there was a new smell too just under that.
I sniffed down his body, nuzzling his hairy gut as I tried to find the source of the scent. My nose found his pubes, and I inhaled deep. As much as I loved the smell, that wasn't it. I nuzzled under his balls and inhaled deeper, and as dizzingly pleasurable Kochan's balls smelled, they weren't the source of the mystery scent. I sniffed up the length of his cock, breathing faster as I realized that I was reaching the end of the journey.
There, at the tip of his throbbing cock, was a glistening drop of precum. And it smelled like the nectar of the gods. I let my tongue loll out of my mouth, leaning forward so I could lick it, but Kochan stopped me with a firm hand.
He shifted around so he was sitting upright on the couch, me kneeling between his legs, his cock pushed outward by his belly. "I thought you wanted the key, pup," he said, dangling it in my face once again.
"Awruff," I replied, nodding my head up and down feverishly. Of course that's what I wanted.
"But if you suck my cock, pup, you don't get the key."
I tilted my head, confused. "Awrooo?"
"You've gotta choose now pup. My cock or yours. Free your pup cock or suck my pig cock."
My head was spinning. I had been locked up for a week and a half. Of course I wanted to be freed. I needed it. My cock was amazing... but kneeling here right now I knew it wasn't as amazing as his. Hell, this wasn't even a choice.
I pushed past Kochan's hand, impaling my throat on his cock. My own gave a throb of defeat in its prison, but I didn't care. This dick is all that mattered. Sure, it wasn't as long as mine, but it was definitely girthier, kinda like the difference between mine and Kochan's bodies.
My nose pushed into his pubes, and I felt my body convulse. But I wasn't gagging. It felt better than that. Like I was cumming, though the only thing leaking out of my nub was pre. My whole body was spasming with pleasure, and I wriggled with delight as I slammed my face down on Kochan's meat. Slobber was dripping down his balls, but I didn't care as long as I had the taste of precum in my mouth, the smell of his pubes in my nose, and the scent of his pits in my brain.
Day 12
I left Rainbow Peter's Novelty Sex Shop with a bulging plastic bag full of ingredients. After last night's successful test of the Sweetener, I knew I had to cook an entire meal with the Salacious Snackbox's other various ingredients. I didn't know if the shop sold bruja magic, or weird chemicals, or if it was all in the mind, but I had to get my money's worth.
Honestly, I was legit surprised that Cody had chosen my cock over the key. >From how much he would talk about his dick before he got locked up, I thought the decision would've been easy for him. I know my musk could influence him, but it wasn't my pits he was drawn to. It was the precum leaking from my cock.
Just thinking about it as I cooked got me hard under the apron I wore. I nearly slipped up and poured the whole bottle of cumin into the meat, and as hilarious as the results would've been from that, I knew I couldn't change Cody that much that fast.
Cody was panting and sweaty as he walked in, obviously from working hard at the gym. "Hey Koch."
"Hey pup. Gimme a woof, then hop in the shower. I'm making dinner for us tonight."
"Is it paleo? I've been thinking bout getting on that in order to bulk..."
"It'll help you bulk alright, but it's none of that paleo shit. It's real food," I replied. "Now woof for me, pup."
He grinned, his flushed and sweaty face breaking into an adorable smile. "Woof!" he said, before striding towards the bathroom, an added spring in his step.
Half an hour later, Cody was in the kitchen with me, peeking over my shoulder, sticking his finger in the dishes, sniffing my pits, and just generally getting in the way.
"Boy! Gimme some space, pup, you're so hyper tonight!" "Sorry, Koch, can't help it. Gym got me pumped. Plus my cock has been trying to get hard all day. I'm really horny after, well after," he couldn't get through it.
"After what? Say it, pup."
"After sucking your cock yesterday," he said, not making eye contact.
"Good pup. Though that's not quite how I remember it." I put a bowl of dip in one of his hands and a mixed drink in the other. "Sit down and munch for a bit." Cody hesitated, but as the smell from the dip wafted into his nostrils, his resistance broke down.
"How do you remember it?" Cody asked, through a mouthful of chips and dip. The chips were his own, but the dip I had bought from the shop. Double Dip was what it was called, and the packaging claimed to double the size of your stomach when you ate it, helping you engorge yourself on huge meals without feeling full at all. Cody would need it to get through tonight's courses.
"I remember you giving up your cock for mine. I remember how you used to brag about how long and thick and hard your meat was, and now look at it. It's just a useless nub. I remember you being so full of shit how you would fuck sluts like it was nothing, now you're the one who was desperate to feel a real man's cock in your mouth. I remember- wait, dude are you crying?" "Huh? No!" Cody protested, wiping his eyes. "What you were saying was... it was kinda hot tbh. It's just this dip, it's really spicy."
"Oh yeah, I added some peppers to it." Pep Up Peppers, in fact, a dried serrano that claimed to dramatically increase libido until a load was shot. Considering Cody was locked up, I didn't think that would be anytime soon. "Pussyboi can't handle his spice?" I taunted.
"Can too!" he proclaimed, chugging down a big gulp of his cocktail. Mixed in was some so-called Gangbang Grenadine, a drink mix that altered your pheromones to draw in men and make you a target for their sexual aggression. Not that I really needed any extra motivation to do that, but I just liked how it paralleled the drink I had made myself, a Dominadaquiri that changed my pheromones to make men want to submit to me. Which was really overkill considering I was still wearing Bazaar Moans every day.
"Fuck, I'm starving," Cody moaned, his sensitive nose angled into the air, trying to glean every molecule of dinner-scent from the kitchen.
"Well, good thing I'm done cooking. Set the table and I'll get the first course." I sniffed him as he walked past me to get plates, and I imagined that even over the savory scents of my cooking I could smell his new bitch pheromones.
"First course is fettuccine alfredo," I said as I sat down. Cody immediately began ladeling some onto his plate. "Slow down pup! You've got two more courses ahead of you." "Koch I'm starving! I promise I'll eat everything you put on my plate, don't worry. I went hard at the gym today I need the calories." As he talked he began shoveling pasta into his mouth. Sauce dripped down his chin and onto the plate. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. This is spicy too!"
"Yeah, I was gonna warn you. But a strong pup like you should be able to handle a little pain, huh?" I took a bite of my own dish. I knew what the ingredients in here were, but I was still eager to eat them.
The first one that took effect was the first one that Cody had noticed: the Strip Chile. Another pepper, though this one designed to raise your body temperature to the point where wearing clothes becomes unthinkable. I was quick to shed my apron and pull off my shirt. Cody's tank top soon joined mine on the ground. I eyed his six pack abs, imagining how they'd look by the end of the night.
Cuz I could guarantee that after this meal, they'd be nonexistent. The pasta itself was in a nautically themed package titled "Bloater's Insurance." The blurb on the back of the box claimed it was made for daddies who wanted to pack on weight in the classic "bear belly". It said that after a night of stuffing, whatever the state of your belly was became permanent. Eat a shit ton, bloat it up, and come morning your gut would stay the same size and shape. "Carry your food baby to term," it said on the box.
I didn't mind taking one for the team there. I hadn't had any of the dip, so my portions were more responsibly measured, and besides, I loved the feeling of hauling around a hefty gut, using it to dominate twinks and showoff my strength. And now Cody would get to feel the same way. Or at least similarly.
Cody was still eating sloppily, desperately trying to get as much into his maw as possible. He wasn't going to be an amazing conversationalist tonight. As he was rapidly lifting a forkful of pasta to his mouth, a glob of the creamy, white sauce fell from the utensil and landed square on his nipple. Cody let out an uncontrollable groan.
Damn, that Sensitivity Sauce worked fast. It was supposed to increase general sensitivity over the entire body, but especially so if it was rubbed into any one particular part. I decided to test this.
"Codes, slather some sauce on your other nipple too." Cody didn't even question my peculiar order. He immediately wiped a fingerful of it from his plate and began pinching and squeezing his other nipple, moaning louder and louder as the sauce did its magic. "Now stop," I commanded, and despite how much fun he had been having, he immediately resumed eating his meal.
That would probably be the Orderegano taking effect, I thought to myself. A little herb that made the consumer exceptionally obedient, willing to take orders from just about anyone. Of course, I was eating the exact same thing, but I wasn't too worried about the little puppy suddenly growing some balls and taking command.
After only a few minutes, the whole bowl of pasta I had placed out was gone. Despite being a pretty serious eater, I had only gotten about a third of it. The other two thirds were currently pressing against the inside of Cody's sixpack. I could tell he was pretty desperately trying to hold his stomach in.
"Just relax your abs, pup," I commanded, and the newly compliant pup immediately did so. The strong lines faded immediately.
"What's next, Koch?" he asked, squirming in his chair. With all that sauce flooding his body, I'm sure every inch of his bare skin was igniting from contact with the air.
"Tonight, call me pig, ok pup?"
"Yes, pig," he said, again without question. I could get used to this totally subservient Cody.
"The second course," I said, pausing so I could dramatically flourish the lid off the serving pan, "is meat."
Before us lay two delicious slabs of meat, both still gently sizzling. A drop of drool dripped out of Cody's gaping mouth, his whole face seemingly brain-blasted from the wall of scent that hit him. I impaled the larger piece, a shank of pork, and gave it to Cody. I took the steak for myself.
"Enjoy, pup."
"Thank you, pig."
The first bite he took seemingly put him into shock. His eyes were half closed, his jaw was locked tight, his head seemed to be swaying a little. At first, I coulda sworn he was having an orgasm, until he opened his eyes again and swallowed. "That's delicious, pig. Best meat I've ever had." "Except mine, of course," I said. He blushed.
"Can I tell you something?" he asked, still not making eye contact.
"Of course, pup. What's up?"
"I've been thinking about your cock all day. At work, at the gym, at lunch. Everything reminds me of your cock." I knew that after eating that Himbo Hambone, those feelings would only increase for him. With each bite, he'd find it harder and harder to concentrate on anything that wasn't dick, he'd find his thoughts constantly turn to cock, he'd find his dreams plagued with penis.
"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you drop to your knees as soon as you entered the apartment?" I replied.
Cody paused, before immediately sliding out of his chair and onto the floor between my legs. He began fishing my thick meat out of my shorts, but I just laughed. "Get back to your dinner, puto. We got time for that later."
He returned to eating, though he was obviously embarrassed about how willingly he'd been to suck his chubby roommate's pig cock. Still, considering how much Addictive Cum(in) I had added to flavor the meat, I'm surprised he was able to get off his knees at all. I guess that Orderegano really works.
It really was a good thing I hadn't spilt the cumin all over the meat. It was supposed to make you a total slut for cum, especially craving the load of the last guy you sucked. Apparently it was a popular item with jealous boyfriends. I could feel it taking effect too. The last load I had eaten had been a hook up about a month ago, just some stranger at Seidrman's Bathhouse, and despite not thinking of him for weeks, I could feel my thoughts drift to just how lovely his cum had been.
Poor Cody was getting it worse, I could tell. It looked like he was sweating with the effort of not diving under the table and milking a load from my cock... or he coulda been sweating from the Sweat Salt seasoning his meat. As we ate more, our bodies began glistening with fresh droplets, and I appreciated the sheen that was developing on his glimmering pecs and his slightly swollen belly.
Cody burped as he finished his meat and leaned back in the chair.
"Getting full, pup?" I asked, and he nodded.
"A little bit, pig. But I've got room for dessert," he said, rubbing his gut slowly. "No dessert until you finish your whole plate," I said. "Lick it clean."
Cody's tongue was hanging out before he even got near the plate. He licked up the leftover sauce and marinade, licking his lips and licking a little bit off his nose as he murmured in happiness.
"I said your whole plate, pup."
"But it's empty pig! Except for that little green thing."
"It's parsley, pup." Pup Parsley, to be exact, I thought to myself. Guaranteed to make a guy's tongue loll out, promised to make him desperate for pets, your money back if he doesn't start woofing all on his own.
I picked the sprig off the plate. "Beg for it, pup." He stuck his tongue out and I flicked it in. He'd be doing a lot more of that now.
I hauled myself out of my chair to grab dessert from the oven. I rubbed my gut as I walked. Maybe I had eaten a little bit more than intended, because it felt taut and full, and I could barely see my toes over it. I glanced back at Cody's. His was also pretty full, though nowhere near my size.
I returned to the table with a sugar crusted pecan pie. Each pecan had been lovingly sorted from a jar with the words "Huge Nuts!" printed on the side. Even a dumb puppy like Cody coulda figured out what that meant. I cut a slice for both of us and began digging in.
"Fuck this is good," Cody moaned as he ate. "This whole meal has been delicious. Why haven't I let you cook for me before, pig?" "Cuz you're always dieting and shit. So focused on having some cut, lean body that you forget to have some fun."
"Yeah... I think you're right, pig. My first boyfriend was so focused on image it kinda rubbed off on me. Fuck Jared," he said, stabbing his fork into the pie.
"Yeah, fuck Jared," I laughed.
"He's the reason I'm such a top too. Or at at least, why I was such a top. I don't know what I am now. It's so hard to think with my cock caged. But easier, too. I'm constantly horny, but without the distraction of my dick it doesn't matter so much. Helps me focus on certain things."
"Like what, pup?" I was enjoying how talkative he was getting. He usually got embarrassed whenever the topic turned to how far he had fallen from his cocky-top-self, but now he was freely chatting about it. Probably because of all the Shameless Sugar he was munching on.
"Like your scent. Your cock. Your body. I never thought I would get so turned on by a guy with a beer belly, but now you got me desperate for your cock. I wanna swallow your cum so bad. Hell, I even want you to breed my puss--" He stopped himself. After a big bite of pie, he finished his sentence. "My pussy."
"You used to be so focused on your cock, but now you're realizing you don't even need it to enjoy yourself. What's more important is putting that mouth and hole to good use. And what's even more important than your pleasure is bringing other guys pleasure. But since you're a good whore pup, the more pleasure you bring, the more pleasure you get."
"Woof! Yes pig, I feel that now. Before, I was so focused on getting myself off. Hell, I dunno if I would even notice if the other guy came or not, unless he got super tight as I fucked him. I was a total douchebag, wasn't I?"
"Yeah you were, pup. You were self-centered and arrogant. But you're working on that now. Locking your cock away has done good for your personality."
"Good thing I chose your cock over mine then, huh pig?" He smiled.
"Yup. I love bringing bottom bitches like you pleasure with how I fuck. And because of that, I deserve my man's cock. Since you never wanted to learn how to do that, all you get is a boy's nub. But maybe I'll unlock you someday. See if you're still as glorious as you once were."
"Whatever you want, pig." He cut a second slice of pie for us both. "I've noticed that ever since getting caged, I haven't been skipping leg day at the gym anymore. I've been working out with a guy there named Joaquin, and he's been making sure I've been using my ass. I mean, working my glutes."
"Hmm, maybe I should meet this Joaquin, shake his hand," I said. "Sounds like he knows how to train a pup."
"You can always come to the gym with me. If you aren't too fat and lazy, pig." He stuck out his tongue at me.
Feigning indignation, I reached across the table and twisted one of his nipples. He moaned, his posture failing, and I helped his head along its natural trajectory into his plate. "No more fork for you, pup. Now you eat like the dog you are," I growled.
"Yes, pig," he said, messily eating the last few bites of pie. I cut us both a third slice.
"You gotta cook for me again sometime, pig," Cody begged. His pace was slowing down, and I knew he was getting full, despite the Double Dip.
"Oh you know I will. Provided you do something for me in return."
"What's that, pig?" he asked eagerly, probably expecting me to order him to suck my cock.
"I want you to finish the pie," I said, pushing forward my half finished piece to join the two still waiting in the pan.
"The whole thing? I can't!" he said between big bites.
"If you want me to cook for you, we gotta make a deal. No leftovers after any meal. Got it, pup?"
"Yes pig."
For the next few minutes, I watched as he finished his slice, finished my slice, and started slowly moving on to one of the two unattended ones. By now, his gut had definitely emerged, pushing past his wrecked six pack and starting to spill over his waistband.
I got up, groaning a little bit as I waddled around behind him, kneeling down behind his chair so I could rub his gut as he ate. This seemed to help, and he managed to get through the penultimate piece with no complaints. But when it came to the last one, he whined in frustration.
"I don't think I can do it, pig. I'm so full!"
"What if I gave you a little extra motivation, pup," I said, standing up and fishing out my cock. I plopped it onto his shoulder before slapping it onto his cheek. "One suck for every bite."
This lit a fire under the engorged jock. He shoveled a big bite of pecan pie into his mouth, chewing quick so he could access my cock. When he swallowed, I chased the dessert with my cock head, quickly pushing past his tonsils. His nose was nestled in my pubes for a second before I pulled out. He whined.
"Another bite, pup." Cody complied without question, and I rewarded him with another balls deep thrust of my cock. The whole night had gotten me horny, and I was close as he began working on the crust.
After he forced the final bite of pie in his mouth, I shoved my cock in before he could even swallow, pushing the food down his gullet and depositing a little extra protein.
Cody squirmed as he detected the new flavor in his mouth, moaning around the pie and the cock and desperately fondling his cage as he swallowed more than he had anticipated.
After I pulled off, he gasped. Cody was splayed out in the chair under me, eyes half-focused, chest heaving, gut bulging. I drew satisfaction in knowing that my cooking would have a more-or-less permanent effect on him. No more rippling abs for Cody.
"Hey pup, I wanna know something, and I want you to think about it for a second first. Are you happier now?"
Following my orders, Cody gave it a second, but I could see in his eyes that he had made up his mind immediately.
"Yeah, pig, I am."
I smiled. "I'm glad. Then I have one last piece of food to give you."
He groaned. "I can't...."
I smiled. "Just one wafer thin mint." A Permamint, I thought to myself as I unwrapped it and placed it on his tongue. A delicacy that Peter, the owner of Rainbow Peter's Novelty Sex Shop, had made very sure that I knew what I was getting into when I purchased it.
"Normally, Salacious Snackbox effects wear off within a week or so. But if you eat that mint, the effects are permanent. No going back. You certain you want to buy this?" Peter had asked me as I was checking out.
As I smiled down at Pup Cody's blissed out expression, his bloated belly, and his caged cock, I knew for sure that I was certain.
Day 13
Joaquin found me changing in the locker room. My jockstrap was mostly pulled up, though I had yet to pull it over my cage, preferring instead to fondle and shake it gently as I reminisced about last night.
"Isn't the point of caging your nub to keep you from getting distracted by it?" he asked with a laugh as he greeted me, pulling me into a bear hug. While normally I woulda been angered or ashamed by him calling it a nub, it kinda excited me today. I could feel the nub in question firming up a little bit.
A few minutes later, as we stretched on the mats outside the main gym area, I noticed Joaquin kept on glancing at me. "Big lunch today? You sure you're not too full to work out?" "Awroo?" I said, confused. I had had a pretty normal sized lunch, I wasn't afraid of getting cramps or anything as I lifted.
"Oh, you just look like you just ate a big meal, that's all. And you keep having to pull down your shirt, it keeps riding up."
It's true. I've always worn my gym tanks skintight, and for some reason this one just kept on pulling up over my gut. Maybe it had shrunk in the wash.
But I knew I was deluding myself with that thought. Despite the fact it'd been more than 16 hours since I had indulged, my stomach was still bloated out as though I had just taken my last bite. I rubbed my gut as we strolled over to the free weights. Honestly, it didn't feel bad at all. I wasn't uncomfortably full, just a little soft. I was sure it'd go down by tomorrow morning, so I may as well just enjoy it now.
I was struggling a little more with squats than usual, thanks to the food baby weight I was carrying. I was drenched with sweat after only a few minutes, and Joaquin had to re-balance me more than once so I didn't fall over. I wasn't embarrassed though, even though guys kept on staring as they passed; feeling his strong hands over my body made it worth it.
Though by the time the fourth guy turned to look back at me as he walked across the gym, I had to ask. "Joaquin, am I just extra hot today? Cuz guys keep staring at me. Feels good though."
"Cody, you're always hot. Even when you look three months pregnant." He guffawed. "Bruh I think they're looking back at you cuz you lowkey stink. Like, I'm digging it, you kinda smell like this one whore of a boy I've bred before, but that's probably why they're all turning around. You smell like you squeegeed the floor of the locker room."
For some reason this didn't bother me. In fact, the first thing I thought was how this must be how Kochan felt all the time. In fact, when I wiped a surreptitious finger through my pits and took a sniff, I realized that Kochan's musk must be rubbing off on me, cuz even at the gym I could smell him on me. Or maybe I was just starting to smell like him now.
Unfortunately for me, another brawny guy walked up to us just as I was lowering my fingers from my nose. So much for being slick.
"Joaquin! This the project you've been taking on instead of working out with me?" he boomed, pulling Joaquin in for a hug.
Joaquin smiled. "You know now that I'm part of the Gymnos Elite I gotta help spread the philosophy of Gym Gymnos and help guys who need it. And poor Cody here was pushing himself too hard, got hurt, and the worst of all... he was skipping leg day."
The other jock feigned shock, before grinning and sticking out his hand. "Nice to meet you Cody. I'm Rafael. Raf for short. But I ain't short." He winked.
"Woof! Neither am I," I quipped back, but Joaquin chuckled.
"Sure ya are boy, as long as you got that cage on you. Show it to him," he commanded.
"Why'd you have to go telling him dude..." I groaned as I pulled down my gym shorts just enough to reveal my caged cock, but Rafael just laughed.
"Nah man I could tell you were a pussy boy the moment I saw you. If a real man thinks he smells bad, he just sticks his nose in his pit and checks. None of this sticking fingers places they don't belong."
He turned to address Joaquin. "Besides, he kinda smells like Jay, and you know big of a slutty ho that boy is."
"That's what I was saying," Joaquin replied, the two of them chatting like I wasn't there. "Maybe it's a scent bottom bitches naturally give off to attract tops?"
"Must be. Though this bitch smells... different in a way. Like the longer I smell him, the more that he smells like a top..."
"Oh, that's my roommate's scent," I chimed in. "The whole apartment smells like his deodorant now, so it's kinda been rubbing off."
"I bet you miss rubbing off, don't you pussyboi?" Raphael said. He was being really forward, but was smiling even as he said it, so I just took it as good-natured ribbing.
"Yeah..." I started, but Raphael was already talking again.
"You should invite your roommate to work out with us tomorrow. Maybe he'll rent out your ass to us as payment for workout tips."
"Roh? Oh, he doesn't own my ass," I said.
Joaquin did a double take. "You mean I coulda been fucking it this whole time!? I figured since you were locked you were owned by a guy."
"Can't assume things bout pussyboys," Raphael laughed. "I know if I locked a guy up like that, I wouldn't let him back in the house until he had two guy's loads leaking out his cunt."
"Hey now, better not go saying that tomorrow! Don't wanna give Kochan any ideas," I said.
Neither Joaquin nor Raphael said anything to that. They just stared at me for a second... before breaking out in evil grins.
Day 14
Kochan befriended Joaquin and Raphael immediately, mostly at my expense. The three of them wasted no moment in teasing me about how my gut seemingly still hadn't gone down yet. "Pup is trying to be more like his pig," Kochan chuckled. I expected the other two jocks to be exclusively into other jocks, but both seemed to like the weight on both of us, rubbing Kochan's body with friendly reverence and mine with teasing slaps.
"Look at how far the bitchboy's ass has been coming," Kochan said after we had done squats. I was proud to say I had lifted more than any of them. "I suppose I have you to thank for that, Joaquin?"
"I'm happy to help. That boy needed to learn there's more to the gym life than building arms and abs. Now that he's put a little more weight on his gut, hopefully he'll stop trying to focus on crunches and do more squats now."
When we were doing lat pulls, Raphael reeled back in faux disgust. "Wow bitch, you really smell strong today. Those pits are fuckin rank."
Kochan laughed. "You think those are bad? Take a whiff of these." He grabbed Raphael by the back of his head and pulled the much bigger man into his pits. At first I thought he was gonna struggle, but I was surprised to see that the aggressive, macho stud just seemed to melt in Kochan's pits. I understood the feeling.
"Ok, those were worse at first," Raphael gasped, "but after a breath of it, it just kinda sorta became ok."
"Better than ok," I piped up. "Koch smells like a stud."
"Damn right I do, pup. And it seems like my scent is rubbing off on you too. You don't really even smell like you used to anymore. Now you just smell like my pits."
"Mixed with that bottom bitch scent," Joaquin said. "Fuck, he's making me horny."
"Same here," Raphael said, adjusting a very obvious boner in his gym shorts.
"Yeah dude, I'm getting hard too," Kochan joined in. "In fact, looks like all three of the men here have got hardons. Everyone but the bitch pup."
I shook my cage in my shorts. My cock was desperately trying to join its peers in turgid glory, but the plastic wasn't allowing it.
"We shouldn't stand around here jerking it," Joaquin said, as his hand rubbed up and down an apparently girthy shaft.
"Afraid of getting kicked out?" Raphael teased, but Joaquin just shook his head.
"Nah bruh I just mean there are better places to stand around jerking."
"And better things to do than jerk, for that matter," Kochan added.
Which is how five minutes later I found myself on my knees in the locker room showers with three naked studs standing above me, each stroking their cock in a different manner.
Raphael was the most ripped of the three. Each ab stood out, and his vascular arms clenched as he made long strokes on his precum-slicked cock, his hand starting at the base and working its way slowly, luxuriously up to the top before tracing its path back down.
Joaquin definitely looked the strongest of the three. His whole body looked like he lifted crates for a living, and his jerking style was impatient, his hand already quickly jacking his shaft feverishly, his other hand pinching at a nipple.
Kochan was by far the biggest of the three. His sturdy frame only looked bigger with the massive gut it was supporting. He kept his hand unmoving, wrapped around the base of his thick cock, the fingers barely touching, as his thumb flicked beads of precum around the head of his meat. I could smell all three of them, but Kochan's scent stood out the most.
And there I was, kneeling on the ground where Kochan had pushed me, my nub dangling uselessly between my legs. In fact, since I was sitting on my heels pushing my ass out, and since my gut was still refusing to go down, I could barely see my formerly glorious cock at all. And since I couldn't touch it, all I could do to jerk off was rub a finger up and down my asscrack, slipping into my hole, moistened as it was by shower spray, and pressing hard against my taint.
"Look at the pussybitch display his cunt like that," Raphael growled.
"Like he's hoping he can lure in more tops to fuck it," Kochan added.
"That ain't happening, though bitch. No matter how hard you wish it. I put one of the janitor's `do not cross' signs in front of this part of the showers. Perks to being an Elite here," Joaquin said.
I just knelt there during all this, drinking in the sights of these men above me, my tongue lolling out of my mouth. "Well, what're you waiting for pup?" Kochan said. "Come suck some dick."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I crawled on my knees over to the three studs, my nose leading me straight to Kochan's musky cock. I nuzzled the balls for just a moment before tilting my head up and impaling myself on his meat, taking it all the way down to the base in one easy stroke. His pubes tickled my nose and I could feel my cock desperately engorge in its cage.
I ignored it to focus on the man in front of me. I messily bobbed my head up and down, unafraid to drip lines of slobber onto the shower floor. After a minute, Joaquin got impatient, pulling my head from Kochan's cock and stabbing it with his own. He was rougher than Kochan, who usually let me service him at my own pace, wrapping one hand in my hair and another around my neck so he could shove my face on his meat.
"That's what you get for being such a tease," he snarled. "I could've been fucking your slutty face for weeks, puta." He pulled me off his cock and slapped my face. I stayed slackjawed the whole time. "Fuckin' whore for cock. Doesn't even care he was just slapped like a bitch, just wants more dick in his face. Ain't that right cunt?"
"Wruff," I choked out, the woof getting caught in the mucousy saliva the throat fucking was drumming up.
"Fuck yes pup bitch." Joaquin began slamming his cock in my throat again. "Next time, you advertise this slutty ass to any stud you talk to. Got it, faggot?" I couldn't respond. My mouth was stuffed with cock and my throat was getting fucked ragged. Kochan answered for me.
"Yeah, this pup is gonna be slutting it up for any man with a dick now. Or any man without one too. Now that I've got his mind whipped he's gonna be putting out for anyone who can shove something in either of his slutty holes."
"Speaking of that, I wanna try his ass pussy now." Joaquin pulled out of my mouth, gave me a hard slap with his cock and a harder slap with his hand, then pushed my head over to Raphael. "Take it from here Raph."
"Fuck yes," Raphael growled, grabbing my chin and pushing his cock straight into my waiting hole. It slid all the way down to the base and I closed my eyes as I moaned in pleasure. He began face fucking me as Joaquin moved around between my legs. The jock top pulled me onto all fours, spreading my legs so he could begin eating out my ass.
I moaned from the tongue piercing my pussy and the cock piercing my throat. With every thrust I was getting a nose full of Raphael's delicious musk, and even a little bit of Kochan's. As my pig's scent got stronger, I opened my eyes to see another cock in my periphery. Pulling off Raphael's, I began alternating between the two studs above me, one cut and ripped, the other chubby and hairy.
I was distracted for a moment when I felt a pressure at my hole. "Open up bitch," Joaquin growled, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as he pushed straight into me. I opened up like it was nothing. He sank down to the base and we both moaned in harmony, his a gruff growl, mine a high-pitched whine.
"Fuck this pussy is tight. When's the last time it got fucked?"
"Last week. I've been more focused on training the pup's mouth," Kochan replied. "And training his brain. He was a piece of work before I started, weren't you pup?" "Woooooof," I moaned, my head still pulled back, my throat still exposed. Kochan brushed Joaquin's hand off my head and began taking control of my face, alternating strokes of my throat on his and Raphael's cock.
At the same time, Joaquin was picking up pace on my pussy. He pulled out slowly, before ramming into me with all the force his muscular thighs could muster, inevitably shoving my face down on whichever cock I was sucking at the time. The old Cody would've gagged, but pup Cody took it in stride.
"This is such a hot pussy, you really made a good whore pup, bro," Joaquin said to Kochan.
"Thanks, it was nothing. The little bitch is a slut for pits. Stick his face in one and he'll do anything you ask."
Joaquin punctuated each word with a savage thrust. "FUCK!" Thrust. "THAT'S" Thrust. "HOT!" Thrust. "Makes sense why he would always go docile when I scratched my back. He saw my pit and he knew he was in the presence of a real man."
"Fuck, this talk is getting me close," Raphael chimed in. "I need to fuck that ass before I bust."
"It ain't an ass anymore, it's a pussy bro," Joaquin said as he pulled out of me with a wet thwack. "And by the time we're done with it, it's gonna be a total cunt." I groaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. I needed to be filled.
Raphael was quick to fill my needy pussy. "Man, this is really nice. I know I'm gonna get some primo holes later at work today, but who can get enough ass?" Raphael slid in more gently, but firmly. He fucked like a guy putting on a show, pausing after he slid almost all the way out, sometimes letting his head slip out so he could tease my gaping hole, sometimes just thrusting back in with long, easy, slick strokes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joaquin soaping off his cock in one of the showers we had left running. When he finished, he came back over to my head.
"Fuck, you got a nice cock bro," he said. I looked up at him and we made eye contact. "Not you, bitch!" he said, laughing. "I've never even seen whatever excuse for a dicklet you've got, and I don't plan to. I was talking to your roomie here."
"Thanks bro," Kochan replied. "Wanna give the pup a helping hand with it? He says you spot him on the gym floor, you should make sure he doesn't get hurt here too."
Joaquin sank to his knees, his eyes locked on Kochan's cock. He gave Koch's belly a few absent-minded rubs as he pulled the fuck stick out of my mouth. "Let me show you how it's done, puta," he growled.
I was thankful for the help, because Raphael was really picking up his pace. I groaned, hanging my head as the cock in me stretched out my pussy, each thrust going deeper and faster than the one before it. Kochan grabbed me by the hair and forced my head up so I could watch Joaquin going to town on his cock.
Joaquin was a much more active sucker than I am. Instead of slow, long thrusts that utilized the whole throat, he focused on the head, bobbing up and down extremely fast, his cheeks hollow from sucking. By the way Kochan threw his head back and moaned, I knew this was a technique I had to try.
For a few minutes we stayed like that, two pairs. One bitch on all fours getting fucked by a gogo boy who was nearing completion, one gym bunny on his knees going to town on a musky, sexy bear.
"I'm gonna cum soon," Raphael moaned. "His ring keeps on clenching my hole so tight. Is he cumming in his cage?" Joaquin checked beneath me. "Nope, just a puddle of pre. That pussy must just love getting fucked."
Kochan stepped towards me, stroking his cock in front of my face. I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward to take it into my mouth, but he slapped my face away. "Keep your tongue out bitch. I'm gonna mark you with my cum, show every man whose property you are."
"Fuck, that's hot, I'm gonna, fuuuuuuck!" Raphael's deep voice reverberated around the lockerroom showers as he lost control. I swore I could feel each scalding blast of cum fill my ass as Kochan began painting my face white with his own cum.
Two shots of his cum landed in my mouth, and I swallowed them greedily, desperate for more. I began licking the rest off my face but Kochan grabbed me by the hair. "Not so fast pup. This stays as a mark of your sluttiness." I woofed.
"Fuck that was some good ass," Raphael moaned as his softening cock pulled out. "Yo Kochan I'm gonna slip my number in your locker. Text me so I can come fuck this bitch whenever I'm horny. Maybe bring a friend or two. I gotta coworker who would love using a ex-cocky jock like that."
"Fuck yeah, any time," Kochan replied.
Raphael gave my ass a quick swat. "See you again sometime, slut. Oh hey, man," he said as he walked away. I was confused for a second until I heard a deeper voice with the trace of an accent say,
"That bitch for sale?"
I tried to turn around, but Joaquin had stood again to shove his cock in my mouth.
"Nah, not for sale. This pussy is free," Kochan added.
"Yeah, and it's fuckin tight. Well, it was before I fucked it," Raphael laughed as he left the showers.
"Good," the guy grunted. Man of few words. Next thing I knew there was a new visitor knocking at my back door.
"MMMF!" I grunted into Joaquin's cock, but Kochan just murmured, "shush pup, you'll love this."
And despite the fact that I couldn't even see the man who was fucking me, as soon as that cock was inside me, all complaints were out the window. This mystery guy fucked my like a robot, like a machine made to turn sluts like me into babbling bitches. You could've kept time with his pace, and it didn't seem like he was planning on stopping any time soon.
"What a fucking whore," Joaquin growled as he held his cock all the way in my throat. "Nah, not a whore, cuz a whore would be getting paid for this. You're just a total slut, a mindless pup bitch. Can't believe I thought you were a man when I first saw you. That all changed when I saw that caged clit though. Good move on locking the pussy boi, bro."
"Thanks dude." Kochan rubbed a hand over my face, and I realized he must've just been scratching his pits cuz it reeked. My mind was hazy with lust. Two cocks inside me, Kochan's musk marinating my brain, I was a true slut pup for cock.
Despite not picking up his pace at all, I suddenly felt the man behind me dump his load in my guts. He didn't even moan, just fucked me, came, and left without a word.
"Fuck, I wanna get back in that ass," Joaquin said. "Use that brother's load as lube." He pulled out of my mouth, his cock quickly replaced by Kochan's, which still tasted like his load. I slurped it up hungrily.
Joaquin's cock entered my sloppy pussy like it was nothing, sliding in to the base without a moment's pause. I moaned around the cock in my mouth. This was heaven. I was just a pup on all fours getting spit roasted by a pig and a jock. Where I belonged.
"Gonna cum in this bitch, add my load to the other two," Joaquin said, his voice getting ragged and deep. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!"
He grabbed me around the waist as he came, pulling Kochan's cock out of my throat as he yanked me almost upright, bringing my neck to his mouth so he could bite down as he shot blast after blast of cum inside my wrecked hole.
When he was finished breeding my pussy, he let go of me, and I collapsed onto the floor, gravity pulling his cock from my hole with a slurp. "Fuck that was hot," he said as he strolled to the other side of the showers, leaning against the tiled wall and sliding down to sit on the floor. I too was on the floor, my warm, sweaty chest pressed against the cool, dampened ground. My ass stood up in the air.
"That's a good pup," Kochan said as he ruffled my hair. "How do you feel?" "Wruff!" I said, tired but content.
"Can't even speak, can you pup?" I shook my head. As I did, my eyes met Joaquins. He crooked a finger at me.
My legs were too sore even to crawl, but I had to try. I put all my strength into my shoulders and hauled myself slowly over to him. My caged cock clacked along the tile, and I was glad my dick was protected.
My mouth zeroed in on Joaquin's cock, still slimy with my spit, my ass juices, and three discrete guy's cum (and one discreet guy's). But Joaquin pushed me down between his legs, my nose nuzzling his sweaty taint until my lips found his hairy hole. I pushed my tongue in, greedily licking up the sweat and musk as I ate him out like he had eaten me out.
But even then I could sense a difference in behavior. When Joaquin had rimmed me, he was eating out a pussy. He was taking what he wanted, getting me slicked up and ready for his cock.
And when I was rimming Joaquin, I was servicing a man. I was drinking in his sweat, his essence, and worshipping his body. This was a way of saying thanks for giving me such a great fuck. Despite performing the same actions on one another, we were not equal.
"So now it looks like everyone but the bitch has cum," Kochan said, though a voice by the door interrupted.
"Not quite. Mind if I take a go?"
This time I was able to turn my head before either of the other men could stop me. I saw a janitor strolling in, a cocky smirk on his face as he dropped his coveralls on the ground. I saw the name James sewn into the lapel.
"Go right ahead, dude," Kochan gestured at my hole.
James grabbed my ankles, sliding me across the shower floor and flipping me onto my back. "Caught me a dickless one," he grinned as he caught sight of my cage. "Good. Only cock you should be focusing on is right here," he said as he pushed into the hilt.
James was definitely the smallest cock that had entered me today, but it was also the most vicious. As soon as he entered me he was riding me hard, pounding me so hard with each thrust that I was sliding across the floor, back towards Joaquin. Whenever he noticed this happening, he would adjust his angle so he was coming in direct from above, but would slowly slip until I went sliding again.
"Caged pussyboi like you shouldn't even be in the men's locker room," James growled. "You're not a man, just a fuck animal posing as one." I whined and woofed in reply. "Yeah, that's what I thought bitch." James spat on me, his saliva joining Kochan's cum in marking up my face.
It was hard to predict exactly how James would fuck me. Each thrust took me by surprise. He would speed up for a bit, slow down, jack hammer me, jack rabbit me, jack his cock with my hole, all while keeping up a constant stream of dirty talk.
"Fucking slut. Fucking big muscular himbo pup. All muscle, no brains, not even a cock. Just a plastic useless cage. Keeps your pussy focused on the only thing that matters. Fuck, you're such a worthless bitch!"
James' face was getting red. He wasn't the most physically fit guy, though his belly was nowhere near as large as Kochan's, and I could tell his stamina was running out.
I whined. "Woof fuck me sir," and James roared. His pelvis bruised my ass cheeks as he slammed his cum as deep into me as he could. It felt like my gut was bulging even more than it had this morning with so many guy's cum sloshing around inside me.
When he was done, James sat back on his haunches. "Fuck that was good. Gotta take a piss." Despite hearing what he was gonna do to me... I had no problem with it. In fact, I welcomed the degradation. Piss from a real man was a gift to me.
But before I felt the warm liquid fill me up, Kochan growled, "I don't fucking think so," and pulled James out of me. His dick flopped around, dribbling a little piss out as James got up.
"What's the big deal, dude, it's a worthless slut. It's made to be used by men like us, and I wanna use it as a urinal."
"It's my pup, and you're welcome to fuck it... under my rules." Kochan growled the last part. "Besides. I haven't fucked him yet, and I don't want my cock sloshing around in your piss."
"Whatever dude," James said as he walked out. "It was a sloppy cunt anyway."
Joaquin growled. "What a fuckin' cunt. No wonder Karim can't stand him."
"What he says don't matter. I still own this pussy and he don't. That's what matters," Kochan said as he took James' place between my legs. He pushed me back a foot so my head was resting in Joaquin's lap. "It's my turn, pup."
"Fuck me, pig."
And he did. Kochan pushed in slowly, even though he could've rammed his thick cock in with no problem, savoring every inch of the cunt he had created. I moaned as his cock head took its time rubbing against my prostate, and groaned as he bottomed out inside me.
My head was spinning from the smells around me. Joaquin's pube musk was right next to my face, but Kochan's pit musk permeated the room. I could smell him everywhere now, even on me when I was in the middle of work.
Kochan's cock head tickled my prostate again as he pulled out all the way, setting up his cock head for another breach of my gaping pussy hole. We made eye contact as he entered me again, and I whined like a bitch in heat. He responded by grunting like a rutting hog.
Joaquin was reaching around at this point to pinch my nipples, which were super sensitive for some reason. Kochan was taking his time fucking me, his pace slow but deliberate, each stroke sending electric bolts through my body.
"You've come so far pup." I woofed at him. "But there's one step you haven't taken yet in your journey into pussy-dom."
"Awroo?" I asked, cocking my head for a second before squeezing my eyes shut and moaning as another wave of pleasure crashed over me.
"You haven't cum like a bitch yet."
He fucked me for a few more minutes, gently picking up the pace, before continuing.
"You haven't cum at all in two weeks. And you used to cum two or three times a day. I know, because I could hear you through the walls. You've never been the quiet type." As if to prove his point, he gave a particularly strong thrust against me, causing me to nearly shout in joy.
"But I think puppy has earned his release. I think it's time for you to achieve pussygasm." He was pushing me with his body as he fucked me, forcing me to curl up as I was squashed between his chubby body and Joaquin's hard one. His beer belly totally covered my caged cock.
"Time for you to cum puppy. Time for you to cum from your pussy like a good chastity pup. You ready?" I moaned. Each thrust was bringing me closer to closer. I was right on the edge, but I just couldn't breach it.
"Cum for me pup." And I broke. My body was wracked with a full body orgasm, the most intense I had ever experienced in my life. My whole body was tensing up, though it felt like the majority of the sensation was coming from where the two men were touching me: my hole and my nipples.
I have no idea how long my orgasm lasted. My mind felt like it had gone totally white, but by the time I was coherent again I could feel Kochan coming down from the throes of his own intense orgasm.
"Good pup," he gasped as he let his cock flop out of me. "You don't even need a cock to cum anymore." He pushed my legs up and dove in, starting to eat out the five loads dumped in my slutty pussy. He peeked his head up as a thought occurred to him.
"Well, not your own, anyway."
End of Week 2
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