From the Archives: How Much Is That Daddy In The Window? (Patreon)

Ben’s heart raced and his head spun as he stared at the naked hunk in his living room. The wiry young man had fantasized about this exact scenario countless times over the course of his twenty one years, but he’d never thought he’d actually have Stacy’s dad all to himself. Though, technically, he still didn’t. Not yet. “Look, Mr. Hern…I mean, Mike…we’re running out of time,” he said, nodding to the blinking plastic collar around the older man’s wide neck. “I paid extra so we could do this part in private, but if we don’t put the rest of this in there soon they’re going to come and drag you to jail this time.”

“Private?! You call this private,” the burly bulldog barked, spreading his beefy arms wide. He popped his hips, causing his girthy package to slap back and forth as he fumed. “I’ve been sitting in that fishbowl for a fuckin’ week with my shit on display, and then you just marched me bare-assed across town so you can shove that formula up my ass and turn me into some faggy boy-toy, so fuck off with your ‘private’ bullshit.”

Ben wanted to point out that Mike had voluntarily chosen the Rescue program as opposed to going to jail for the next several decades, but he didn’t think it would help. He was also too focused on watching the other man’s hefty equipment while it wagged back and forth. Growing up next door, he’d long savored the sight of the other man’s bronze, brawny torso glistening with sweat as he’d mowed the yard, or stood at the grill, or worked on a car in the driveway. Ben had always joked with Stacy that her dad seemed almost allergic to wearing a shirt, a condition that had just become a reality. “If you don’t want to do this, I’m absolutely not going to make you,” the younger brunette said, his patience wearing thin.

“Like you could,” Mike spat, puffing his slab of a chest out. He’d had Stacy when he was still a teenager, so instead of going off to college, or even finishing high school, he’d gone straight to work, hopping from warehouse jobs, to construction, to landscaping, to roofing, in a revolving door of manual labor. That left the thirty-seven-year-old with a strapping frame covered in ample, natural muscle which, when coupled with his sharp features and short, raven hair, made it possible for him to pass as someone not much older than Ben. And now that they’d administered the first half of the formula, that imposing physique had only become all the more impressively intimidating. When they’d initially arrived back at Ben’s small, one-bedroom apartment the older man had grudgingly let him administer an initial dose, but while they’d both marveled at the way his shoulders spread, his pecs swelled, and his legs inflated, he’d since grown obstinate. “Actually,” Mike scoffed, folding his thick arms across his firm midsection as he looked the younger man up and down, “I really WOULD like to see you try.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, what?”

Mike reached behind and gave one of his bare, meaty globes a loud slap. “You want to put that stuff in here, you’re gonna have to earn it. Come on…if you can pin me, you can turn me into whatever kinda limp-wrist you want.”

“First of all, I just emptied my bank account to make sure we got you the Alpha package so you can keep up this macho act,” Ben said, before spreading his own toned arms and nodding down at his lean, tight frame. He’d always been naturally scrawny, his thin build unable to pack on any substantial size no matter how much he’d worked out. Though, to be fair, Ben hadn’t made much of an attempt over the years specifically so he could avoid guys with the very attitude that Mike exhibited. “Second…we both know that’s not going to happen. You were twice my size to begin with and now you’re even bigger.” A part of him wondered if Mike wasn’t toying with him on purpose just because he liked watching him squirm. The older man had always been butch, and Ben wondered if giving him the “Alpha” formula on top of that had been a bad choice. But, at the same time, his entire body quaked with longing at the thought of what Mike was becoming. The Rescue program worked as a variation of the more traditional pet adoption process, only for people. Whether someone just wanted to, or, as in Mike’s case, they were given the option as opposed to incarceration, a person could put themselves up for “adoption.” It permanently altered their social status, leaving them somewhere above a pet but less than a typical adult, which is how they got away with the lack of clothing and inhibition, and the process would imprint them on whoever “rescued” them. It also came with several options for physical alterations, and in Mike’s case, Ben knew the older man would want the Alpha package, a collection of stereotypically masculine and dominant traits that fit his existing demeanor perfectly. He’d been warned that, in addition to the extra muscle, Mike’s attitude would be a bit on the aggressive side, but the younger man thought he could handle it. He kept telling himself it was what Stacy wanted, and it would all be worth it in the end. Plus, he already wanted to see the older man in the new wardrobe they’d picked up at the “pet” store so badly that it hurt.

“Come on,” Mike laughed, his tone menacing. “What’s the worst that could happen? I’m not gonna hurt you…I’m still Stacy’s dad for fuck’s sake.”

Ben’s stomach fluttered at the words. Given that they were neighbors of the same age and had ridden the same bus to the same school, Ben and Stacy had become like siblings. He’d grown up fantasizing about the older man, relishing every opportunity to hang out at Stacy’s house so he could be around him. And although her parents had divorced a few years earlier, Stacy was still close with her dad, sadly keeping Ben in the loop as the older man’s life had spiraled. He still did right by his daughter as much as he could, but he’d started getting in fights and having drunken brushes with the law, and it was Stacy who’d begged Ben to go and “adopt” him when she’d learned that her dad had been put in the Rescue program. It might make things awkward down the road for them, but they had time to figure that out since she wouldn’t be home on summer break for a few more months, and she couldn’t stand the thought of her father ending up with some random stranger. Selfishly, he’d leapt at the idea. He’d been infatuated with the older man for as long as he could remember, so although he’d had to take out yet another student loan to pay for all of it, the thought of having Stacy’s dad as his own personal Daddy was too good to pass up. If only he could get Mike to cooperate. “Okay…maybe this was a mistake after…” Ben was cut off when the older man abruptly stepped forward and grabbed his arms. He tensed instinctively and braced himself for the worst, his fear turning to confusion when he found his left hand landing on Mike’s right bicep, and his right hand on the other man’s waist.

“Fuck, Benjy…even Stacy learned the basics,” the older man grunted, mirroring Ben’s grip and guiding them both so that they leaned forward.

Ben’s heart was like a jackhammer as his face hovered inches from the older man’s. Mike’s breath was hot against his lips, and his hands tingled where they made contact with the brawny hunk’s body. “Which is why she always beat up my bullies for meeeEEEEEEE…!” Ben let out a yelp when the apartment spun around him. He didn’t even have time to flinch before he was manhandled off his feet and into the air, managing only a token resistance as Mike gently, but firmly, deposited him on the floor. It all happened so fast, and the smaller man was so overwhelmed by the presence of the naked stud straddling his waist and pinning him to the ground, that he didn’t discover he’d lost his shirt in the process until Mike reached down and tweaked a nipple.

“You ARE a scrawny thing, aren’t you,” the older man chuckled, his rugged hands closing almost entirely around Ben’s toned arms. The younger man would have been offended, but he was increasingly certain that Mike really was just toying with him. He’d had a moment of panic when he realized his hands had instinctively drifted up to the meaty thighs holding him down, but although he gently kneaded them, Mike made no move to pull away. “Guess you really do need someone like me around to keep you safe while Stacy’s gone.”

Ben couldn’t help but notice the way the older man’s cock had begun to swell as he spoke. “I’ve managed okay so far,” he said, sensing the shift in Mike’s demeanor. The meaty paws had let go of his arms to gently knead the defined little mounds of his pecs, a growing hunger apparent in the older stud’s eyes.

“Dumb luck,” Mike barked. “With those little twigs? They even got any muscle on ‘em? Let me see.” Ben felt himself blush, but he did as instructed. Still pinned to the ground, he broke into a double-bicep pose and flexed, letting out a short gasp when Mike shifted on his lap. With surprising speed and dexterity given his size, the older man scooted backwards and had Ben’s pants open in a flash, letting the wiry brunette’s rigid cock spring free. “Damn, kid. That ain’t scrawny,” Mike whistled, wrapping a fist around the seven-inch log.

“O…okay…let’s…” Ben sputtered and started to sit up, but Mike pushed him back down.

“Did I tell you to stop flexing,” the bigger man barked, glaring until his young friend resumed his previous position. He smiled and shook his head as he tugged on Ben’s cock before pressing their rigid organs together, pursing his soft, full lips. “Almost as big as me. THAT’S not gonna work.” He kept pumping, his smile growing as Ben’s cock began oozing like a leaking faucet. “Big guy’s eager, isn’t he? That’s okay…you’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?”

Ben nodded, his face going a deeper shade of crimson. “But…but that’s not why I…”

Mike silenced the younger man’s stammering with a cum-covered finger against his lips. “You did it ‘cause you’re a good friend and wanted to take care of Stacy’s old man. I know,” he rumbled, his voice low. “Even without that shit imprinting me, I know what kinda guy you are. If someone had to snatch me outta that place, well,” he paused and ran a hand along the side of Ben’s face, tracing his fingers along the younger man’s cute, boyish features. “I’ve pissed off a lotta guys who’d love to put me in my place, so I’m glad I went home with you.” He gave another short laugh and looked around at the modest bachelor pad. “Hell, even this place is nicer’n my last apartment. Been a rough couple’a years.”

Ben’s arms started to shake from holding the pose, and he could feel himself nearing the edge. His stomach fluttered at the older man’s admission, but he could tell such vulnerability would be a rare thing. Already Mike’s smile had gone from tender to smug, and he’d worked Ben right up to the edge before letting go and shifting off the smaller man’s lap. “Does…does that mean you’re ready for the other half?”

Mike shrugged. “You can put that stuff in me, but only if I can put this in you afterwards,” he said, giving his own wide log a tug. He laughed at the younger man’s wide-eyed expression, his tone condescending. “Is that what you want, Benjy? I need to hear you say it.”

Ben took a gulping breath and nodded. “I…I really want it.”

“Want what,” Mike asked, expectant. “To put this dad cock in you? Say it.”

The younger man’s whole body went purple, his voice shaking as he spoke. “I…I want you to put that dad cock in me,” he stammered. “Pl…please…”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Mike fell over onto all fours and wagged his ample, muscled cheeks in Ben’s direction. The younger man sprang to his feet and darted for the table so fast that he stumbled over the pants at his ankles. He kicked free of them and grabbed the tube of formula, applying a fresh coating of lube to the nozzle before positioning himself behind the older man. Mike gave a quiet grunt when Ben worked the applicator inside, his whole frame breaking out in goosebumps when the younger man pressed down on the plunger.

The changes were immediate. As the nanite fluid entered, Mike’s body began to swell yet again. His already broad shoulders pushed further apart as his upper back thickened with muscle, the arms supporting his inflating torso expanded into meaty pillars. The pecs sandwiched between them tried to make those pillars buckle as the muscled mounds pushed outward, while the firm midsection below became a lumpy, cresting muscle-gut. It was all impressive, but Ben marveled at the way Mike’s ample cheeks became granite globes attached to tree-trunk thighs, the thick cock between them growing into a ten-inch log with grapefruit balls. The sparse dusting of raven hair that already coated his bronze skin thickened slightly, the stubble on his face growing more dense as the features beneath continued to sharpen. Mike’s face was still recognizable as his own, but it had taken on an almost refined polish as his body swelled, matching the rest of his imposing, statuesque appearance.

There was a sharp beeping sound when the tube ran dry, followed by a light thud when the collar around the older man’s near-missing neck detached and fell away. “That’s the last of it. How…are you…feeling…” he broke off in a gasp when Mike sat up on his knees, fully revealing just how much larger he’d become. Ben’s entire body could have fit comfortably inside the other man with plenty of room to spare.

“Okay…okay…yeah…this ain’t so bad,” Mike laughed, his voice several octaves deeper. He ran his hands along his broadened bulk before climbing tentatively to his feet, batting his fattened cock against the younger man’s face. Before Ben could turn and begin licking, he reached down and easily hauled the smaller man off the ground, giving his perky little rear a rough slap. “Let’s make it official,” he grunted.

Ben nodded and scampered over to the bag on the table, pulling out a thick leather collar. There was also a chain leash, leather thong, leather chaps, and a leather cap inside, but the thong and chaps seemed unnecessary at the moment. He grabbed the cap, though, and placed it with shaking hands on Mike’s towering head. “Nothing wrong with that,” he said, feeling dizzy with desire as he fastened the collar in place. “Glad weeemmph…”

Mike cut the smaller man off by pulling him in for a long, rough kiss. “Stop talking. Start sucking,” he grinned when they finally broke it off.

Ben dropped to his knees in a flash, fitting as much of the older man’s bulbous monster between his lips as he could. He’d lost count of how many times he’d fantasized about blowing Stacy’s dad, and now that he finally was, as well as the thought of what was coming, he could barely wrap his head, and mouth, around it all. Ben licked and lapped until Mike’s cock was slick and glistening, at which point he was once again abruptly hefted into the air and dropped down onto the couch. He was already in love with the sensation of being manhandled by the bigger man, and that feeling only grew more intense when his legs were hoisted up and a pair of large, stubby fingers pressed against his hole. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, his eyes going wide as he gazed up at the older hunk who stared down with equal intensity.

“Gotta get you nice and loosened up first,” Mike grinned. “Gonna be wearing that cute little ass like a glove from here on out…don’t want to damage it now.” He gave a quiet chuckle at the younger man’s wide-eyed whimper, his stubble-covered mouth curling into a smug grin. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think I was gonna be the one on display around here? Sorry, Benjy. Those chaps are a three-piece suit next to what you’ll be wearing. Maybe if you’re a good little boy I’ll let you put something on when company’s over. Maybe.”

Ben groaned at the thought, the soft moan turning into a howl when Mike’s fingers were replaced by a rigid, fleshy girder. His whole body lit up with ecstasy, but his wild thrashings were prevented by the hands holding him firmly in place against the couch. Ben had half expected Mike to simply hammer away, but, much to his pleasant surprise, the brawny beefcake rolled his hips with rhythmic precision. He sped up and slowed down at just the right times, making it clear that he had much more than simple wrestling moves to teach the younger man.

By the time they’d finished Ben had been pushed over the edge three times, his spent, wiry frame covered in his own juices while Mike’s copious load spilled from his battered hole. He’d entered their arrangement feeling slightly guilty over the fact that he’d “purchased” his friend’s dad, but now, nestled against Mike’s slab of a chest with the older man’s heavy arms wrapped possessively around him, he wasn’t sure who owned who.

“Not bad for a first time,” the older man finally grunted, giving Ben’s hair a rough tousle. “Little bubble can really take a beating. Don’t worry…it won’t be little for long. We’ll get some meat on it, just you wait.”

Ben blushed at the thought of his thin frame sporting a set of fat cakes, but he wasn’t going to argue. Mike may have been Stacy’s dad, but the older man had officially just become his Daddy, and he knew better than to talk back.