Dustin's a Dick (Patreon)

Dustin could have had it all.  He was smart, fit, wealthy and attractive.  Every door had been held open for him in his life, encouraging him to develop himself to his fullest.  He had a natural aptitude for just about anything he tried.  Athletics?  No problem.  His six foot frame was packed solid with ample, sculpted muscle.  At just over two hundred pounds, every bulging, burly inch of him seemed to fall into place, developing proportionally and easily without him having to put forth much effort.  Even the things he had no control over, like his long, thick cock, bright blonde hair, and handsome, symmetrical face, worked in his favor.  School? A breeze.  Dustin aced his classes with ease.  He never studied, and yet he managed to stay on the honor roll all through high school and college.  It didn’t matter the subject, he picked them all up with the same quickness.  

Where Dustin faltered was his personality.  Instead of recognizing his advantages, he chose to feel that he was just naturally superior to everyone.  He lorded his looks and brains over everyone he met.  If he was friendly to someone, it was only because they had something he needed.  After he got it, they no longer served a purpose.  And, as many unfortunate young women discovered, he didn’t understand the meaning of the word no.  Dustin had many brushes with the law, but his family money always bought his way out of trouble.  When he’d beat up a guy for flirting with him?  He paid his way out.  When he got handsy in a bar and beat up some girl’s boyfriend?  Money talked.  

So it was no surprise that at 24, Dustin had wracked up a sizable list of enemies.  Had he been allowed to continue there’s no telling where he would have ended up in life, but as it was, he finally crossed the wrong person.  He’d been out at a bar when a middle aged man made the unfortunate decision to buy him a drink.  

“Take a hike, fag,” Dustin had spat.  

“That seems uncalled for,” the man said calmly, his cool demeanor never cracking.  He appeared every bit as built and put together as the young blonde.  His perfectly tailored clothes and manicured looks reeked of money.  Had Dustin been more inclined to think of other people, he would have thought twice before continuing.  As it was, the very thought that someone could be his equal never entered the young man’s mind.  

“Does this?  Get the fuck outta here, queer,” Dustin said, throwing the drink in the other man’s face.  The bar went silent, but the older man just smiled and wiped his face.  Dustin gave him an arrogant grin and turned his back.  If the other man wanted to start a fight he was confident he could take him.  The man said nothing and walked away.  It wasn’t until a few hours later as a very drunk Dustin was leaving the bar that he saw the man again.  

“Excuse me, Dustin,” the man said, putting a hand on Dustin’s broad shoulder.  

“Hey!  Wha’ fuck did I say in there?” Dustin slurred.  “I’m gonna...gonnn…” was all he managed before the world went black.  

Dustin had a nightmare.  He dreamt that he was drowning in some kind of thick, sticky goo.  He fought against it, but he couldn’t move.  It slid up his legs and over his torso. It spread downhis arms and up his neck to cover his mouth.  He couldn’t breath.  He gasped for air but none would come.  Over and over he tried to get a breath, but the goo just filled his mouth and slid down his throat.  He choked on it, helpless to stop it’s flow until he was entirely submerged.  

“Guh!”  Dustin opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh brightness.  “Where...where the fuck am I?”  He groaned and sat up, starting at the unexpected reflection he saw on the wall across from him.  “Is this a hospital?”  He was on what looked like a gurney in a sterile white room.  “Fuck’re my clothes,” he wondered, staring down at his impressive, naked body.  He shook his head and stood, feeling groggy, like he’d been drugged.  

“Oh, good, you’re up!”  Dustin blinked at the man who entered, trying to remember where he’d seen him.  

“What happened?”  Dustin asked.  “Was I in an accident?  Is this a hospital?”  

The man just shook his head and looked Dustin up and down slowly.  “No and no.”  

Dustin shifted his weight uncomfortably under the man’s hungry gaze.  “Hey...wait...I know you...you were at the bar!  What the fuck is this?!”  He went to lunge for the man but froze when the man raised a hand.  Dustin’s eyes went wide with panic when he realized he couldn’t move.  “Hey!  What the fuck man?!”  

“I know you’re probably panicking right now.  Good.  I’ve done my research about you, young man, and I must say you’ve caused a lot of trouble over the years.”  The man came over and walked in a circle around the frozen blonde.  He ran his hands over Dustin’s strong chest and squeezed his solid, perky cheeks.  

“Get your faggot hands off me!”  Dustin strained against the invisible bonds.  

“Now now, you might want to hear me out…”

Dustin snarled.  “The only thing I want to hear is you shutting the fuck up and letting me out of here.”  

The man smiled and shook his head.  “You don’t even know where here is, or how long you’ve been here.”  

That made Dustin pause.  “What?  What the fuck do you mean?  How long have I been here?”  

“Six months, give or take,” the man shrugged.  

“WHAT?!”  Dustin paled.  “How...was I drugged?  What have you been doing to me?!”  

“Ah!  There’s the right question,” the man clapped.  “You, young man, are our prototype.  Don’t look so surprised, you’re not the only one with money, you know.”  

“Prototype?  For what?”  

“Nanotechnology.  Microscopic machines that we can mold and shape however we want.”  The man laughed when Dustin frantically looked down to inspect himself more closely.  “See?  Look at yourself as you are, but then look at this…” 

Dustin watched the man press a button on his watch and then gasped when his cock shot to it’s full seven inches.  “What...hey! You can’t...do…” he trailed off when, as he watched, it started getting bigger.  It grew longer and thicker until it was well over a foot and thicker than his forearm.  “Aaaaahhh!  Stop it!  What do you think you’re doing?!”  

“Would you prefer smaller?  We can do that.”  Another button press and this time Dustin watched his monster cock dwindle until he couldn’t even see it sticking out from his blonde bush.  

“No..no..put...put it back…” he stammered, alternating between humiliated crimson and shocked pale.  

“I’ll do you one better,” the man said with an evil grin.  

“What do you…” Dustin felt his hands start to tingle.  He looked down in time to see his fingers close into a fist of their own accord, but they didn’t stop there.  His hands seemed to be shrinking while his fingers grew together to form a solid mass that was rapidly looking familiar, if impossible, as his buff arms tapered off into a pair of long, solid cocks.  

“We can make these bigger or smaller too,” the man said as Dustin watched his altered appendages go from massive baseball bats to more normal sized rods.  

Dustin felt faint and nauseous.  He’d just watched his hands turn into matching dicks.  “Put...put my hands back…” he stammered quietly.  

The man walked over and inspected his handiwork.  “here’s the best part,” he said, stroking one of them.  

“UUUnnnn…” Dustin shuddered at the sensation.  Not only did they look like cocks, they worked like them too.  “You...no...dooooohhhh….” he groaned when the man started stroking the other one at the same time, watching in horror as beads of liquid formed at the slits.  

“Self lubricating!” The man said proudly.  He worked the beads of liquid around the newly-formed heads while Dustin squirmed and moaned.  

“Sto...stop!  Stop it!  You can’t...do this…” Dustin panted, feeling his altered micro-dick throb.  His anger was starting to push through the shock.  “Do you know who I fucking am?!  You can’t get away with this!  I’m gonna fucking kill you!”  He shouted.  “Yeah, keep touching your little watch you fucking faggoomphhmmm…!”  Dustin tried to scream as his mouth suddenly shut.  His throat itched and he watched his reflection in horror as his lips seemed to shrink and tighten.  His sculpted chest heaved as he stared at his tormentor.  He tried to move his tongue around but couldn’t feel it.  He wasn’t even sure if his teeth were still there.  

“This is what you need to understand,” the man sighed.  “You’re more machine than man at this point.  Your body is made up of billions of self-replicating nanites.  I wouldn’t even call you human anymore.  Not that I would have before all this.  I’d say this is a fitting punishment, wouldn’t you?  You used that mouth and those fists for so many awful things.  I think we can put them to good use.”  As he spoke, the man ran a few fingers along Dustin’s strong jaw and up to circle the tight hole where his lips used to be.  

“MMMMMMMmmm!”  Dustin could only moan with pleasure when the man forced a few fingers into the tight, moist tunnel that was his mouth and they sent jolts of pleasure through him.  His altered fists oozed harder while his unseen cock did the same.  

“See?  That’s not so bad, is it?”  With his free hand the man stroked one of Dustin’s altered arms roughly, laughing at the tortured look on the young man’s handsome face.  “I’m sure you thought of yourself as one before, but now you’re a literal sex machine young man.  Think about it: you could have two mean on each arm, a third in your mouth and a fourth in that tight, round rear of yours.  I know what you’re thinking.  You could just use a vibrator in each hand, right?  True, you could, but I think we can all agree that the real thing is more responsive,” he said, lubing up one of Dustin’s arms with the fluid that was pouring out of it.  “It’s all about what the customer wants.  We’ll be able to make a pretty penny off you, and now that we know the process works we can expand our operations.  Speaking of expand...”  the man hit his watch again and Dustin’s cock grew out to massive proportions.  It was like a fire extinguisher between his strong thighs.  “We can set you back to normal at any time, but for now I think it’s best that you get to know your new features.”  

Dustin only dimly heard the man.  He was too overcome by the strange sensations to focus on anything else.  He watched the man leave the room and stared at his reflection in horror while his body burned with desire.  He wagged the long, thick bananas that had been his hands around, trying to shake them back into shape, but all he succeeded in doing was whipping fluid all over himself.  He made the mistake of rubbing them against his chest and moaned, dropping to his knees.  His hard, heavy cock rested on the cold ground while he squirmed.  He tried to ignore the aching emptiness in his altered mouth while he begged for release.  He felt like he would burst.  Finally giving in to desperation, he tried to look away from his reflection as he guided an altered cock-arm to his mouth and forced it inside while he rubbed his other arm and giant pole together.  

Dustin felt a part of him break inside as he watched himself fuck his own mouth while he sword fought with his other impossible appendages.  While he squirmed he felt a growing yearning from his ass and had to resort to reaching back and wedging one of his new arms between the round cheeks since he wasn’t flexible enough to get it inside.  Throughout it all, the pressure just mounted and mounted.  There was a huge puddle on the floor in front of him and he was writhing like an animal when the man came back in.  

“As I’m sure you’ve discovered, you can’t orgasm unless permitted.  Would you like to?”  

Dustin nodded frantically, unprepared for what was about to happen.  When the man pressed his watch again, he felt like someone kicked him in the stomach.  He saw stars as all three of his altered parts sprayed at once.  It felt like gallons of cum were sliding down his throat as the pole in his mouth exploded, and the one between his legs, along with the other arm, shot like firehoses.  When he came to he was on his back looking up at the man.  “Uuunnn...oh god...oh god…” he stammered, struggling upright.  His body was back to normal.  “Please...I’m sorry…” 

“Oh, it’s too late for that,” the man said gently.  “Now it’s time to put you to work.”  

******

Dustin stared at the assembled fraternity, wishing he could run.  The men were in various states of undress and he hated himself for eyeing them the way he did.  He told himself he wasn’t actually eager for what was about to happen.  

“Why’s it a dude?”  One of the young men asked.  

“It’s not,” said another.  The burly, hairy young man came over to Dustin and adjusted the stuffed bulge in his boxer briefs.  

“It’s got a dick,” one of them pointed out. 

“Not anymore,” the burly one said, tapping a button on his tablet.  Dustin felt the accustomed tingle as his cock shrunk almost to invisibility.  “Straight” guys usually did that to make themselves feel more comfortable.  “Better?” 

The men broke out into a chorus of surprise.  “Now he just looks creepy,” a young ginger said.  

“Eh, he just looks like Tim.”  

“Fuck you!” A lean brunette blushed and covered the front of his briefs.  

“I just feel kinda bad for him,” the ginger said again.  

“What?  You want to see a dick?  Okay then,” the burly man sneered, “drop ‘em pledges and let’s take a look.”  On cue, a handful of the young men wormed out of their underwear while the burly man inspected the various size and shapes of their equipment.  “Sorry Tim, you really were the smallest,” he said, causing the lean man to turn crimson.  He tapped a button on his tablet and Dustin’s cock exploded outwards until it hung past his knees.  “There.  Now we’re all the smallest.  Are you fags happy?”  

The men gaped at the elephant trunk dangling in front of them.  “So, uh, how does it work,” one of the naked men asked.  Dustin still wasn’t used to being called an “it.”  “Can it talk?”  

“Do you want him to?”  They all shook their heads.  Dustin was actually relieved.  “Okay, it says here we just have to get him warmed up first.”  The chorus of surprised gasps rang out again as Dustin dropped to his knees, his mouth altering to the tight hole.  He shivered as his coiled hose piled up beneath him.  The burly man in front of him stripped out of his underwear and rubbed his stout, thick cock on Dustin’s face as it hardened.  

“You sure you wanna do that man,” one of the guys asked.  

The burly man just positioned himself against Dustin’s altered mouth and pushed inside until Dustin’s face was buried in his thick, dark bush.  “OOOOhhhhh yeah, I’m sure,” he laughed, pumping his hips and flexing his meaty cheeks.  “Shhhiiiittt...I’ve never felt anything like this…” The man pumped for a few minutes before tapping the tablet again.  Dustin felt the familiar tingle in his hands and watched the faces of the men around him take on the shocked expression he was used to seeing.  “Okay pledges, line up!”  

“Jesus...did his hands just turn into dicks?!”  

“We’re not using ours for this,” the burly man grunted, his wide pole still in Dustin’s mouth.  

“I...I don’t know man…” 

“Shut the fuck up pledge and get over here if you want to be a part of this fraternity!”  

The naked young men looked at each other uncertainly until the lean brunette and the short, buff ginger came over.  “Uh, aren’t those a little big…” the lean one said, eyeing the thick heads where Dustin’s hands should be.  

“Fiiiine...fuckin’ christ you guys are babies,” the burly man sighed while Dustin’s altered members shrunk down to the size of medium bananas.  “That’s as small as it’s going unless you want him to use the one between his legs.”  

“So we just, uh, bend over?”  The ginger asked, turning his back to Dustin while the lean one did the same.  

The burly man stopped pumping long enough to motion for them to move closer.  “Yep, just take a step back and let it do it’s thing.”  

The two men gave each other one last look before stepping back within reach.  They both gasped when they felt Dustin’s oozing arms brush around their tight bottoms.  “They...they feel like dicks…” the ginger laughed awkwardly.  

“That’s what they’re supposed to be,” the burly man said impatiently.  “Now get ready.”  

Both men grunted and gritted their teeth when Dustin pushed his arms in.  They always did at first.  Fortunately for these men, Dustin had picked this up just as quickly as everything else.  In the time since he’d woken up, he’d become a pro with his new body, whether he wanted to or not.  

“Ah...ow...owwww…uunnn…” the ginger grunted, flexing his meaty thighs while he writhed.  “This...nnngg...th...OOOHhhhh!”  The men in the room erupted into laughter at the stocky man’s squeal of delight.  “Whoooaa...ooohhhh...ooohhhh…” They all pointed at the young man’s solid rod and mocked his ecstatic moans.  

On the other side, the lean one was experiencing something similar.  His grunts of pain had turned into groans of pleasure and his little rod was oozing steadily.  “Oh fuck...oh fuck...ohhhhh fuck…” he whimpered in surprise.  Neither of them had anticipated it actually feeling good.  

Dustin heard laughter again when the buff little ginger sprayed his load.  “Looks like Tim’s little guy has staying power,” the burly man said, patting the redhead on the shoulder.  “You know the rules.”  

The ginger’s contented smile dropped when he walked over in front of the man who was still impaled and dropped to his knees.  “Sorry...man…” Tim grunted.  The ginger took a deep breath before wrapping his thick lips around the other man’s small cock.  It wasn’t long before Dustin felt the wiry man tense on his arm and heard the ginger sputter and cough while the room burst into laughter.  

Dustin hated the longing he felt when both men were gone and his oozing arms were unoccupied.  Already he was fit to burst, pushed beyond embarrassment or rational thought.  That came in the beginning.  Once things started all he felt was an all-consuming need for release.  He didn’t have the mental room to think about the freakish dick between his legs.  He couldn’t think about how he used to push guys like this around.  It didn’t matter that he had the best body and the most handsome face in the room.  All he could do was give in.  

“Alright,” the burly man, his cock still in Dustin’s mouth, called.  “Who’s next?”