Mill Creek Tunnel, Part 1 (Patreon)

Paul stirred at the sound of his friend’s voice.  The sleeping bag next to him was empty and the flap of their tent was open.  He squinted against the invading sunlight and saw Tom stretching and scratching his stomach sleepily.  

“You too, princess,” Tom said, sticking a foot in and kicking Paul’s leg.  

Paul fumbled out of the tent, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  “What time is it?”  

“Just before eight.”  Tom walked over to a nearby tree and pulled the front of his small red briefs down to relieve himself.  “I figure we can take our time this morning,” he said over his shoulder, “it shouldn’t be much farther.”  

“Then why are we up so early?”  Paul walked over and joined his friend at the tree, fishing his thick cock from his own tight briefs.  They’d all known each other for so long and had shared so many dorms and locker rooms over the years that this was a normal morning routine.  

“We’re still in the middle of a gorgeous forest.  Can’t sleep through that.”  Tom gave Paul’s ass a swat as he walked away.  

Paul yawned and put himself away.  Even all this time later, Tom was still slapping his ass.  Years of playing soccer had left Paul with a toned, athletic frame, but also with a large, round behind that he wasn’t overly fond of.  He’d spent hours in the gym proportioning the rest of his body, keeping it lean and fit, but then his ass just stuck out.  It strained against the briefs he was wearing now and stood out in whatever pants he wore.  He had a handsome face under his shaggy brown hair, but the first thing people always noticed was his bulbous rear end.  His naturally lean build only made matters worse, since his torso seemed to taper then explode outwards at his hips.  Guys like Tom drove him crazy.  From a distance, his friend looked deceptively thin and shapeless.  When you got close, though, you saw he was actually covered in lean, solid muscle underneath his olive skin and dark, wiry hair.  He’d been a cross country runner in high school who’d taken up lifting in college, and his naturally thin frame packed on muscle without adding any fat.  Tom had a solid six pack, large biceps, and developed forearms.  Paul was always jealous that his friend could wear whatever he wanted and still look great in it.  He wasn’t bulky anywhere.  

That bulk belonged to their other two friends, who were slowly stirring.  “I thought we were supposed to be relaxing,” Andy said, crawling from the tent.  The huge blonde man seemed to keep expanding as he stood upright to his full 6’4” height.  His bronze skin covered a body that was a wall of thick, bulging muscle.  His boxer briefs looked smaller than Tom’s tiny underwear as they struggled to stay on his broad, hairy frame.  Andy’s rugged face showed the years of football and other full-contact sports he’d played, but instead of making him seem ugly, the rough features only made the beefy hunk seem more masculine.  

“We’re gonna need a bigger tent for that.”  Conner crawled out stiffly behind Andy.  He was built like the other man, but whereas Andy was over the six foot mark, Conner’s stocky build only reached 5’8”.  His hairy chest was on display, but unlike his friends he’d slid on a pair of shorts before climbing out of the tent.  He’d always been the modest one.  

“Dude, you’re the ones who chose to bunk together.”  

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m afraid I’d crush you if I rolled over,” Andy said, rushing over and lifting Tom off the ground.  Tom yelped and laughed, having long ago grown used to Andy’s perpetually aggressive attitude.

Paul snorted.  “More like you’re worried what Tom’ll do to you.”  When they’d all shared a house, Tom was notorious for bringing home a girl just about every night, and never the same girl twice.  

Tom snorted back.  “Don’t get mad at me ‘cause you spent your best years in the gym or in the library.”  Paul was, and remained, OCD about most things.  He always had to plan and prepare and obsess over all the details.  Nothing in his life was simple.

“Fellas,” Conner said sternly, cutting off Paul’s impending response.  He tossed his friends some energy bars.  “Don’t be grumpy ‘cause you’re hungry.  We still haaaaaaa!”  Conner hadn’t heard Andy sneak up from behind, and he turned bright red when his shorts were tugged down.  This was the easiest way to get to the stocky man.  “Very funny,” he said, his face burning.  

“Lighten up dude!”  Andy clapped him on the back and took an energy bar.  None of the guys could ever figure out Conner’s embarassment.  He was in every bit as good of shape as the rest of them, and his stuffed briefs showed that he had nothing to be ashamed of.  

Conner pulled his shorts back up.  He’d never tell anyone, but it was those stuffed briefs that he was uncomfortable with.  What he lacked in height he more than made up for between his legs, but it was to the point that he felt more self conscious about it than self confident.  “So what’s the game plan,” he asked, wanting to change the subject.  

Tom pulled out a map and spread it on the ground.  He was the one who organized the trip and had the most camping experience.  “According to this, we should be about here,” he pointed to a spot near the river, “and we just need to get to here,” this time he pointed to the base of a nearby mountain.  “It shouldn’t be more than another three or four miles.  It’ll be uphill, but it still shouldn’t take too long.”  

Paul was already restless.  “Shouldn’t we just get going, then?”  

Tom folded the map up and put it back.  “Dude, relax.  We’ll still be up there by lunchtime even if we don’t run outta here.  I want to go check out the river first.”  

“Me too,” Andy said eagerly, raising a burly arm.    

Paul knew with Tom and Andy agreeing it would be pointless to argue, so he just followed his friends down to the riverbank.  “Okay, maybe you have a point,” he conceded when the forest opened up on the wide river.  It formed a deep valley as it wound down the mountain before settling into a gentle current lined by smooth stones in the foothills where the men stood.  The water was crystal clear with tendrils of fog drifting up from it’s lazy surface.  It was a gorgeous scene in the early morning light.  

Tom smirked as he peeled out of his briefs and waded out into the warm water.  “It’s not bad!”  He’d settled into a pool that was neck-deep and bobbed in the easy current.  The water was cool, but not freezing for August.  At Tom’s go-ahead, Paul and Andy stripped down and splashed out after him.  

“That’s the ticket,” Andy sighed, submerging his brawny body up to his thick neck.  “If I had a beer this would be perfect.”  

“If there weren’t so many naked dudes it would be perfect,” Conner said from shore.  

Andy dipped under the water and pushed himself towards shore.  He came up glowering out of the water, his ample, naked muscles accentuated by the dripping liquid.  “Dude, you can either join us willingly and keep your clothes dry, or I come out and drag you in as is,” he yelled from the thigh-deep water.  

“Seriously man, we’re a two-day hike from civilization on a trail no one’s used in years,” Paul said encouragingly.  “Who’s gonna see you?”  

“Okay, okay!” Conner laughed as Andy started splashing his huge frame towards shore.  He peeled out of his shorts and underwear and quickly splashed into chest-deep water.  

“There we go!  Gang’s all here,” Tom sighed, floating lazily on his back.  

They spent the rest of the morning splashing around in the river and just enjoying each other’s company.  As the years went by, they’d all moved across country for their various jobs and now at the tail end of their 20s, they hardly ever saw each other anymore.  For a group of guys that used to spend every day together, they took full advantage of the time they did get.  It was like they were back in college sneaking into a pool to skinny dip.  Andy dunked Tom, who in turn tackled Conner, who then went after Paul, who started the cycle all over again.  They all made fun of Andy when, after wrestling with Tom, the big man’s pudgy tool was rock hard, until he started chasing after everyone to poke them with it.  Their horseplay wasn’t sexual; like most straight guys messing around with each other they were more like eager puppies than anything.  They’d never admit it, but there was a part of each of them that just enjoyed the physical contact, even with another guy.  Having shared a house for so long in their wilder, hornier days, they’d all woken up to each other’s balls on their face at some point over the years, so this was just a return to form.   Even Conner lightened up by the time they were done, feeling comfortable enough to stretch his naked frame on one of the smooth boulders to dry.  

They sunned themselves dry, enjoying the warm mountain air on their naked skin until Andy broke the silence.   

The big man stood and reluctantly pulled his confining boxer briefs back on, wiping the dirt from the backs of his meaty thighs.  “Not to sound like Paul,” he threw a thumb over his shoulder just as the other man slid his briefs up to cover his plump behind, “but we should probably get going.”  

“Unless you want to skip the tunnel and just stay here.”  Paul said, adjusting his stuffed pouch.

“No way!”  Tom hopped to his feet and reached down to pull Conner up.  The stocky, furry man blushed, the spell from their river romp suddenly broken.  He spotted his underwear and shorts on the other end of the riverbank and hated the sensation of his long hose bobbing as he scampered over to them.  Tom gathered his briefs up and just carried them back to the main campsite.  “Let’s go then!”  

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The group packed up their camp and continued on, struggling through the increasingly dense forest.  The trees seemed older and more gnarled, and if they’d been paying more attention the four would have noticed the utter lack of wildlife in the area.  The closer they came to the tunnel, the thicker it got, as if the forest itself was trying to keep them out.  It slowed them considerably; making it well past noon by the time they arrived, sweating and tired, in the small clearing outside the tunnel.  

“You know, now that I see it, I’m having second thoughts.”  Paul stared into the darkness of the tunnel mouth.  The ragged, dank stone of the entrance stood out like an open wound in the hillside.  He’d pictured an old brick tunnel, not an uneven, gaping entrance of raw stone.  

Andy punched him in the shoulder.  “Should’a thought of that when we started hiking two days ago, dude.”  He’d never admit it, but his heart also started beating a little faster when he stared into the inky void.  The sun had moved to the other side of the mountain, leaving the area in shadow and casting only a few dim rays beyond the tunnel entrance.

“Yeah,” Tom came up from behind and set his pack down, “there’s no backing out now.”  

“I’m missing Sarah’s high school reunion for this trip.  I’m in trouble as it is, so I’m not leaving without something to show for it.”  Conner brought up the rear, joining his three friends at the mouth of the tunnel.  

They’d finally reached the infamous Mill Creek tunnel.  From what scant information Tom had been able to dig up, the tunnel was on the property of an old mill that sat along the river.  The mill owner had apparently carved the tunnel, though its purpose, along with the purpose of the original mill, was never made clear.  The thick undergrowth covered up any obvious remains of the house itself, but there was no missing the tunnel.  

With such a vague origin, Tom expected urban legends to abound.  The opposite was true.  He could barely find anything at all, which only whetted his appetite to visit.  In the days of blogs and websites devoted to “abandoned places”, it was incredible that no one would have made their way here.  Only one group of people in the last twenty years had even attempted to find it, and they didn’t go in.  Standing in front of the gaping entrance, Tom could understand their hesitation.  Still, he hadn’t drug his three friends up here for nothing.

“You can’t even see the other side.”  Conner stood just outside the entrance.  The air coming out of the darkness was warm and damp, but it sent a chill through his powerful build.  His furry torso broke out in goosebumps and he reached for the shirt tucked into his cargo shorts.  

“There’s a bend about three quarters of the way through.”  Tom joined him at the mouth.  

“How long is it, exactly?”  Paul still sounded dubious.  

“Just under a mile.”  Tom pulled out a copy of an old blueprint he’d found so the other three could see.  “We’ll have to walk a little slower ‘cause of the darkness, but we’re talking thirty, maybe forty minutes to get through.”  

“How did an old miller carve a mile long tunnel through a mountain?”  Paul inspected the asymmetrical entrance for tool marks.  “And how is it supported?  It’s not going to cave in on us, is it?”  

“I can’t guarantee it hasn’t caved in already.  We might get 50 yards in and run into a dead end.  If you want my best guess, it’s more of a cave than a tunnel.  I can’t figure out how, or why, someone would’ve made this from scratch.  It’s not a mine, there aren’t any precious metals or coal, it’s not big enough to move product through…”

“Do we even know there’s another side?  If no one’s gone through it, how do we know it’s a tunnel at all?”  Conner sounded more curious than nervous.  “You’ve got an old blueprint from a mill that no one’s verified.”  

“Let’s just do this!” Andy started to barge past the other three.  

“Hold on,” Tom laughed, setting up a camera on a nearby rock, “pictures first.”  The four posed in front of the opening for a group shot, trying not to let their hesitation show.  Tom grabbed the camera and the guys put on their head lights and pulled out their flashlights.  They left their bulky packs outside, deciding to come back for them once they’d made it through and knew they didn’t need to squeeze through anything.  

“See?  This isn’t so bad.”  Andy tried to sound nonchalant, but he was bothered by how quickly the light from outside disappeared, and by how futile their headlamps and flashlights were at illuminating more than a few feet in front of them.  

“Keep telling yourself that,” Paul muttered.  They stuck close to the walls that felt surprisingly warm for a structure that was dark and underground.  The damp, humid breeze seemed to blow in regular intervals.  

They stumbled along in darkness, moving with slow, echoing footfalls.  It was Conner who heard it first.  “Hey, do you guys hear that?”  He stopped cold, motioning for silence.  They all held their breath.  

“What?”  Tom finally whispered.  

“You don’t hear like a humming sound?”  They all strained their ears.  

“Oh, shit, yeah, I do.”  Paul’s eyes were wide as he looked at his friends.  There was a dull humming, like a bass rumble, vibrating through the air.  “Do we…do we keep going?”  

“It’s just a noise,” Andy said, not sounding nearly as brave as he wanted to.  

Tom thought for a moment.  The combination of the rumble and the steady, coming and going of the breeze was unnerving.  He couldn’t place where they’d be coming from, or why it seemed to be getting warmer and more humid the farther they went.  “Okay, maybe we should head back and regroup.  We can…” before he could finish his sentence, all of their lights cut off at once.  

~~~~ Paul ~~~~

“Shit!  What the fuck!”  Paul yelped.  The darkness was so thick he couldn’t see his friends standing a few feet away.  “Guys?”  Silence was the only response.  “Okay assholes, very funny,” his voice echoed.  He groped in the darkness towards where his friends were standing, his hands finding nothing.  “Dudes!” he yelled, “I’m officially freaked the fuck out here.  Knock it off!”  He continued stumbling wildly, his footsteps echoing like his voice.  It finally occurred to him that he would have heard his friends shuffling away if they were just trying to stay out of his reach, but it was so dark he knew they couldn’t have seen any more than he could to avoid him.  As little sense as it made, as impossible as it was, he felt alone.  “Okay…okay…don’t panic…” he told himself.  “Find the wall.  Pick a direction.  Either way’ll bring me out of here eventually.”  

Paul stumbled forward, walking and walking but never finding the wall.  “What the fuck!” he yelled into the darkness.  He didn’t feel like he was walking in a circle, and the tunnel wasn’t nearly that wide.  He was near to panic.  “Just keep walking.  Just.  Keep.  Walking.”  Paul forced himself onwards, figuring that if he kept walking he’d either find the exit or the wall.  

The rumbling sound continued to grow louder as he made his faltering way, growing until he could feel it vibrating in his chest.  After only a few minutes he was lightheaded and disoriented.  The constant vibrating was making his body feel numb.  Between that and the encompassing darkness, he was quickly losing sense of himself, like he was in a sensory deprivation tank.  He started to feel like he was floating, like the two feet on the ground belonged to someone else.  

Paul told himself his mind was playing tricks on him when he started to have flashes of a person walking in front of him.  They came and went quickly at first, like he was blinking his eyes rapidly, before solidifying into a constant image. He thought he was going insane from fear when he recognized the figure as himself.  On one hand, he was dimly aware of his feet on the ground and his body groping through the darkness, but at the same time, he had the sense of disembodiment, like a ghost looking down at its own body after death.  He stared at this image, somehow perfectly visible in the darkness, in a daze.  

His attention was drawn to the details of his lean frame.  The defined muscles of his athletic body stood out in hyper focus for some reason, and he couldn’t suppress a swell of pride at the sight of all his hard work.  He didn’t have long to enjoy it, though, before that pride turned to fear. “What…What’s happening…” Paul panted, both feeling the words leave his throat and enter his ears at a distance.  He took another step forward, but it was harder than it should’ve been, like there was an invisible resistance.  It wasn’t much more than the feeling of walking into a strong wind.  Paul took a few more steps, the resistance growing with each one.  Forgetting the darkness, he took off at a run, sprinting until he felt like he was fighting a river current.  When he stumbled over his numb feet in the dark he even fell slowly, like the very air in the cave had a physical presence, and when he tried to stand he met the same resistance.  By the time he made it back to his feet, his entire body ached as though he’d been lifting weights for hours.  

Through all this, he still had his split perspective.  He watched himself race blindly, fall, and struggle to stand against the oppressive gravity.  When he was finally back on his feet, he began to see why he was so hyper focused on his body.  It was changing.  His shoulders were broader and his back was wider.  His arms were bigger and his thighs rounder.  The resistance continued to grow, but all Paul could do was watch in horror as his body continued on autopilot.  He was completely disembodied now and couldn’t stop himself, no matter how much he wanted to.  He watched his changing body trudge onward, echoing deep grunts with each step.  The expansion continued and the lean, defined body he’d worked so hard to maintain was gradually swallowed by layer after layer of growing muscle.  His neck slowly disappeared under his ever expanding back and shoulders, while his now-huge arms stood out from his wide torso at an angle.  His toned six pack had ballooned into a bulging muscle gut and his modest pecs were now a prominent shelf of muscle.  His cargo shorts eventually gave out, shredding from the expansion.  Instead of being evened out the rest of his expanding body, his already prominent ass grew as well, remaining just as outsized even on his buff new frame.  He watched himself almost absentmindedly discard the torn shorts, exposing his strained briefs that now contained two basketballs above a set of trunk-like thighs that pressed firmly together.  He looked like a roided-out power lifter.  He hadn’t gotten any taller, just wider.  

Paul tried to tell himself that this was all a dream, but that was becoming harder with each grunting step.  The pressure seemed to permeate his skull, making it hard to think straight.  Just as he was barely able to remember who Paul was, the tension broke.  Without the resistance to stop him he was propelled forward into a sudden, blinding light.  The disembodied feeling was gone, and he was acutely aware that he was laying on something rough and scratchy, but it wasn’t the stone floor of the cave.  He couldn’t remember the last time he was this exhausted, both physically and mentally.  

“Wha…what the fuck was that?!”  His voice froze in his throat.  It sounded far, far too deep.  Paul also became aware that he felt too much of his body making contact with the floor.  His stomach dropped as he pushed himself up and felt much heavier than he should.  “N…no…!” he gasped at the sight of his inflated new self.  It was the bulky, overly-muscled frame from his visions in the tunnel.  He got up on thick, unsteady legs and blushed when he looked at his bulging package sticking straight out from his thighs.  Pulling open his straining briefs, he could see that, like the rest of him, his cock hadn’t gotten any longer, but was significantly wider.  

“What’re you doin’ in here, Paulie?”  

Paul started at the unexpected voice and spun around to see a burly, middle aged man standing behind him.  It finally occurred to him to look around, and he discovered that he was standing in an old barn.  Farm equipment and well-used tools lined the walls, and the bright sunlight that had blinded him came in through an open hay loft.  He looked back at the man, who had a round, bearded face and thinning, short black hair on his head.  He was shirtless, with a beefy, hairy torso and huge arms above a stuffed pair of jeans.  “I…I was…” Paul suddenly couldn’t remember.  

“I think it’s clear what you were doing,” the man said wryly.  

Paul felt himself blush when he looked down and saw that his still-exposed cock was rock hard.  Before he could do or say anything, the man stepped forward and wrapped a rough hand around it.  

“You know I’m happy to help with that,” he said, stroking the pudgy rod with one hand while roughly kneading Paul’s inflated pecs with the other.  Paul’s new body wouldn’t let himself pull away.  The stranger’s hands felt both fantastic and impossibly familiar. When the man leaned in for a deep kiss, Paul returned it eagerly.  When the man ripped off Paul’s ill-fitting briefs and started to undo his jeans, he didn’t think twice.  When he was on all fours grunting like something that belonged in a barn while the man plowed into his now-giant ass, it just felt right.  

Paul struggled to remember what happened, but it was becoming harder and harder to think.  What was he so nervous about again?  He vaguely remembered a tunnel, and being with three other people, but that wasn’t possible, was it?  He and Jack lived alone out here on Jack’s farm.  He hesitated again.  That felt wrong for some reason, but he didn’t know what else he’d do.  He wasn’t smart enough to do much more than lift, or at least that’s what Jack told him.  But Jack took real good care of him, so he couldn’t complain.  Jack even let him run around with no clothes on the way he liked so much.  He only made him get dressed if company came over, or if they had to go into town, but that wasn’t often.  Mostly he just worked on the farm and let Jack do the thinking.  He really was lucky to have the older man looking out for him, and he made him feet so good.  He couldn’t imagine what he’d been so upset about.  

“That was nice,” Paul giggled deeply when they’d both shot their loads.

Jack pulled his jeans back up and helped the bulky man to his feet.  “Always is.  Now come on, we got a lot of work left.”  

Paul smiled as Jack gave his ass a swat.  The sensation of the air and sun on his exposed skin was amazing as he lumbered behind the older man.  It all felt perfectly natural for Paul to be waltzing naked across the open field towards the ancient looking farmhouse.  The inside was just as primitive as the outside suggested, having only a kitchen, bedroom, and small main room.  There was an outhouse and a showerhead off the back of the house, but no bathroom inside.  There was a large porch on the back of the house and it had scant plumbing or electricity.  

He followed Jack into the messy bedroom and reluctantly put on a pair of cut off jeans that just barely reached the top of his thighs and left most of his mammoth cheeks hanging out.  Part of his brain marveled at their 48 inch size, thinking it was much too large, but if anything they were snug.  The only other thing he put on was a pair of work boots before heading back outside.  Paul still had flashes of confusion, where none of this felt right, but his body seemed to know what it was doing.  The sense of being a passenger in his own body lessened as the day went on, and by the time the sun started going down everything seemed to be as it should.  

“Alright Paul, I think we can call it a day,” Jack called across the field from the barn.  

Paul gathered up his tools and made his way along a familiar path to meet Jack.  Both were covered in dirt and mud from head to toe.  When the tools were put away Paul couldn’t figure out why he was so excited to follow Jack to the house, until he saw the other man kick off his shoes and peel out of his jeans.  Paul quickly did the same and joined him on the wooden platform underneath the rusty showerhead.  

Jack cranked the shower to life, with only a few cold streams making their way out through the rusty holes.  “You did good today, Paulie.”  

Paul beamed.  From Jack, this was high praise.  He wrapped his now-beefy arms around the burly man and ran thick fingers through the carpet on the older man’s chest.  “Want me to do better?”  

Jack sighed deeply and let Paul run his hands up and down his ample body.  This was one of the reasons he liked keeping the young man around.  He leaned forward and braced himself against the house while Paul took a turn at his ass.  The young man’s thick, squat rod felt fantastic.  

Paul was just as pleased with the feel of Jack’s mature body in his hands.  He couldn’t have been happier.  He was sweaty and dirty from a hard day’s work, he was outside, and he was getting off with a man that drove him wild.  It was a primal and simple routine, just how Paul liked it.  

He knew how the rest of the evening would go.  After their shower Jack would cook dinner while Paul would do the dishes afterwards.  Laundry was at a premium, so Jack would put on a pair of worn, dingy briefs but nothing else.  Paul’s outfit was more or less the same, when he’d wear anything at all.  When the dishes were done they’d spend the rest of the night sitting out on the porch in the warm evening air.  Jack had a large chair he sat on, but Paul usually sat on the big cushion on the floor next to him.  The older man would have a cigar and an occasional glass of whiskey, but he said Paul was still “too young” for either.  Since he was pushing 30, Paul knew it wasn’t his age Jack was talking about.  Conversation was sparse, but Paul would hang on the older man’s every word.  When it was time for sleep, they’d strip down and climb into the one small bed they shared.  Given their large sizes they were basically on top of each other, but Paul was never happier than when he had his face buried in Jack’s furry chest.  When they were done rutting and at least mostly clean he cranked the shower off in anticipation, laughing at himself for being so worried earlier.  

~~~~ Andy ~~~~

Andy heard his friends’ voices, but they sounded far away.  Farther than should have been possible.  “Guys!”  He yelled, frantically.  “Tom! Conner!  Paul!  Anyone!”  Silence.  He stumbled around the darkness, his footfalls echoing loudly.  Any pretense at bravado was gone.  He was terrified.  “Come on, fucker, work!”  Andy banged his flashlight against his hand but the light wouldn’t return.  “No, no, no, no, no!”  He dropped to his knees in a panic.  Because of his size, Andy was used to being able to fight or force his way out of any situation, but there wasn’t anything to punch or toss around here.  The big man didn’t know how to handle being this afraid.  Eventually, he forced himself back on his shaking feet and started walking.  “Hello!?  Anyone?!”  He kept calling out and kept getting nothing in return.  The droning hum they’d all heard just before their lights cut out was growing louder.  It was so loud that Andy didn’t hear the sound of rushing water.   He fought to right himself, but it was too late.  

Andy tumbled into the rapidly moving current and was whisked helplessly away.  He fought to keep his head up, but the obsidian current was as rough as white water rapids.  He felt himself sucked under and wondered how he was even still conscious given the length of time he’d been submerged and the number of times he was slammed against unseen rocks.  Between the current and the constant battering his clothes and shoes were quickly torn away.  

“I’m dead,” he thought, over and over again.  He’d been underwater for far too long.  Was he conscious?  He could still feel his body tumbling end over end and banging against rocks, but there wasn’t any pain.  Andy was aware that he wasn’t breathing; yet at the same time he didn’t feel like he was suffocating.  The current started to ease and it wasn’t long before he felt himself floating in place.  After everything he’d just experienced, it didn’t seem like he was IN the water, it started to feel like he WAS the water.  Where he ended and it began he couldn’t tell.  He started to hallucinate, with memories playing in front of his eyes like a TV screen.  He saw himself through the years, with scene after scene of him crashing into people on the field, fighting in a bar, or yelling at one of his students in the gym.  He saw himself being mean to his friends, or yelling at a girlfriend for no reason.  The scenes played one after the other until he looked like a caricature of some awful drill sergeant.  Was he really like that?  He always thought he was just joking around, but from the outside he just looked like a brute.  There was no laughter or warmth, just his massive frame pushing people around.  He watched all this with regret, feeling like his life was flashing before his eyes prior to some final judgment, but then the scenes started to drift away.  They floated as if a current was pulling them, and Andy could feel something going with them.  It felt like his emotions, all his anger, fear and frustration, were literally being pulled out of him.  He tried to fight against it, but it was like a tire with a hole in it; he could only watch himself empty until there was nothing left but the darkness.  He had no idea how long he floated there, part of the void, until he saw a speck of light.  On instinct he kicked, feeling his body again.  Physical sensation returned, along with a sudden need for air, and he swam as fast as his powerful body would carry him.  The light was getting closer, but it was clear he wouldn’t make it.  He could feel himself succumbing to the lack of air and things were growing dark again.  Just as he was about to pass out, he felt the hands on his body pulling him out.  “Ggguuuuuuuhh!” He gasped when his head broke the surface.  

“Jesus!  Are you okay?  Hey, hey, you with me?”  The bright daylight blinded him, but he let his unseen savior guide him out of the water.  He fell onto his back, panting up at the blurry image.  The concerned voice sounded familiar, but Andy couldn’t place it.  

“Yeah…I just…I…” Andy struggled for the words as he propped himself up.  What was he doing?  Why did he feel so scared?  He was worried about something, but what was it?  His vision finally came into focus and he saw himself staring up at a face that, like the voice it was attached to, felt familiar even though he didn’t recognize it.  The man was young, probably in his mid twenties, with a neatly trimmed beard and clean cut hair.  He looked to have a thin, lithe build under the sopping shirt and pants that clung to him.  

“What the hell were you doing out here?!”  The young man yelled.  “You could’ve been killed!  You know you’re not supposed to be out here by yourself!”  

Andy opened his mouth to respond, but instead felt his lip start to quiver and his eyes well up.  Considering that he could’ve broken the man in half, he was confused by this reaction.  

The young stranger sighed and wrapped an arm around Andy’s shoulders.  “Hey, no, hey, it’s okay big guy,” he said gently, patting Andy’s stomach with his other hand.  “I didn’t mean to yell, you just scared the hell out of me.”  The man kissed him on the forehead.

“So…sorry Bryan,” Andy stammered meekly, unsure how he knew this person’s name, or why his touch felt so good.  

Bryan stood and helped Andy to his feet.  “Come on, I’ve gotta get changed and get to work.  I’m already going to be late.”  

Andy stood on shaky legs, taking note of his surroundings for the first time.  He was standing next to a swimming pool on an expensive looking patio lined with palm trees and other tropical looking plants.  In front of him was a large, equally expensive house.  The air was warm and behind him he could hear the rolling waves of the ocean.  There was no trace of a forest, or a mountain tunnel.  But why should there be?  Why would he even think that?  He followed Bryan towards the house and caught sight of his reflection in the sliding door.  Did he really look like that?  He was the same height, but his build was different.  He was still covered in muscle, but it was more defined than it should’ve been, and his waist was more trim than he remembered.  He looked like he was carved from marble, and like marble, his normally furry body was totally devoid of hair from the scalp down.  His face was still recognizable as his own, but the only thing he could think was that it was prettier than seemed normal.  He had vague memories of tumbling through some dark place and couldn’t help but feel like he’d been “polished.”  He followed Bryan through the strange, luxurious house, somehow knowing the way.  His nudity in front of the other man felt perfectly natural, and he actually found himself excited by the prospect of watching the skinny young man change.  

“Remember, I’ve got that dinner meeting tonight, so I won’t be home til later.”  Bryan said, stripping out of his sopping shirt and pants.  Andy heard the other man’s voice, but the words didn’t register.  He was too busy staring at the lean, thin torso and small, perky ass.  His eyes practically bulged when Bryan peeled off the clinging briefs and revealed a cock that seemed massive on his thin body.  Bryan laughed when he saw Andy staring at him.  “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”  

“Huh?” Andy shook his head, smiling bashfully when he realized his own modest cock was rock hard.  It was just as pretty as the rest of him; not too long or too thick, and it hung just right.  His stomach fluttered when Bryan came over.  He stood a full head taller than the other man and could’ve carried him under one arm, but all he felt was a mix of lust and intimidation.  

“What the hell, I’m already late.  Besides, I’m the boss, I can be as late as I want.”  Bryan wrapped his hands around Andy’s waist, grabbing the firm globes of his ass.  Andy found himself bending down to return the kiss, feeling elated.  There was a shrinking part of his brain screaming that this was all wrong, but he ignored it.  This felt too natural, and Bryan was never wrong.  That’s why he was filthy rich while Andy was a 30 year old drop out.  Was that right?  He’d gone to college, hadn’t he?  He worked as a strength coach, and he’d never worked as a dancer in a club.  No, that couldn’t be.  He met Bryan when he was hired for a private party.  He wasn’t even smart enough to finish high school, let alone college.  “You still with me, big guy?”  

Andy came back to the here and now.  “Sorry, still sorta out of it.”  Why did he keep apologizing for everything?  He wasn’t normally so timid, was he?  His huge hands swallowed Bryan’s pert cheeks as he dropped and took the man’s giant cock in his mouth.  Was he really giving a guy a blowjob?  He knew just how Bryan liked it, so this had to be right.  The thin man’s groans of pleasure filled him with so much satisfaction that he didn’t even care about getting off himself.  All he ever wanted to do was make Bryan happy.  All he really wanted to do was make everyone happy.  That’s why he hated getting yelled at, and hated confrontation.  He just wanted someone to tell him what to do.  

Bryan groaned one last time before filling Andy’s mouth with fluid.  “Goddamn you are so good at that,” he said while the muscular man sucked down every last drop.  “Since you did so well and I feel bad about yelling at you out there, how about a reward?”  Andy didn’t know why that made him so happy, or why he was eagerly climbing onto the bed with his legs in the air.  “Ready?”  

Andy felt the lubed object slide in between his cheeks.  That sensation alone was pleasant enough, but when Bryan flipped a switch he felt his body explode with pleasure.  “Oooohhhhhhh!” He groaned, his massive form squirming on the bed so hard it shook.  He heard Bryan laugh as the younger man looked down at him with a smile before going off to clean himself up and get dressed.  When he came back, he had on another dress shirt and tie, with an expensive looking pair of pants.  “Alright big guy, I’ve gotta split.”  

“Nn…noo,” Andy whined, “you’ve gotta…watch…”

Bryan just laughed.  “Okay, but I’ve really gotta get going.”

“I’m almost…ready…” Andy said through gritted teeth.  Why did he need this man to watch him get off?  He didn’t have time to ponder before his back arched, bucking his large frame and launching cum all over his sculpted chest.  

“There we go!  Good job!” Bryan sounded like he was talking to a cat that just learned how to use a litter box while Andy’s shapely rocket sprayed load after load.  Andy heard none of the condescension, only the praise.  “Now clean yourself up and remember to stay away from the pool,” he said the last part sternly.  “I left you a list of things to get done around here.  I’ll call and check in before my meeting tonight.”  He leaned down and gave Andy a goodbye kiss.  

Andy pulled the vibrator free and stretched out as he watched Bryan leave.  What had he been so upset about earlier?  He hopped off the bed and cleaned himself up, only pulling on a hot-pink thong afterwards.  He didn’t have many other clothes, and the ones he did have were all small, bright and sparkly.  He adjusted the slinky pouch in the mirror and flexed, half of his brain thinking that his ken-doll body looked perfect, and the other half screaming that it was all wrong.  He shook his head and turned away, leaving the screaming voice behind as he made his way down to the kitchen.  It no longer felt strange that he knew his way around the house.  Why would it?  He’d lived there for a few years now.  Bryan’s list was sitting on the counter, signed with a note that said if Andy did a good job there’d be another reward for him that night.  He giggled and got to work, his impossibly proportioned body prancing about the house.  It wasn’t long before thoughts of the burly, rough-and-tumble Andy faded like a dream.