Fair Trade (vignette) (Patreon)

“Mmm...fuuuuuuck…” Sam moaned as Aiden’s head bobbed back and forth between his legs.  His fingers stroked through the other man’s thick, brown hair while his smooth, washboard stomach flexed in time with the subtle pumping of his trim hips.  “Dude….should we feel bad about this?”  

Aiden squeezed tight with his plump lips and pulled his head back slowly in a long, smooth stroke.  “About what?  Gabe doesn’t know….and what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”  He gazed up at the ripped, shaggy haired blonde with a raised eyebrow.  “Do you want to call it quits?”   

Sam’s lean arm exploded into a large, granite bicep as he reached up to run a hand through his tangled mop.  “No, no, I just...I mean, he’s my best friend…” 

“And he’s my boyfriend,” Aiden interrupted.  “What’s your point?  I still love him, and you still love him….we’re just getting each other off, right?”  

Sam sighed and leaned his head back, his chiseled pecs rising and falling slowly.  “I doubt he’d see it that way.”  

Aiden slid his hand from Sam’s solid quad and wrapped it around the other man’s throbbing pole.  “Which is why he doesn’t know,” he said, giving the oozing organ a tug.  “Gabe is an absolute sweetheart.  I absolutely could not ask for a better boyfriend, but,” Aiden got up from his kneeling position to run his lips down Sam’s long neck and over to one of his small nipples, “he doesn’t have a body like this.”  

Sam’s laugh turned into a groan when Aiden’s traveling mouth made its way back to his thick rod.  The other man had a point; Sam was known for his impressive looks.  He spent hours in the gym every day and watched the food that entered his body with equally obsessive determination.  The result was a six-foot frame covered in a shredded build.  From a distance he looked lean, but the second he moved, his tight frame seemed to double in size as the ample muscles flexed.  He looked, and felt, like he’d been carved from marble as there wasn’t a soft spot on him, save for the plump, round rear that he used to bring men to their knees.  Sam was happiest when he had a dick inside him, and with his equally handsome face, that was often.  Underneath his shaggy blonde hair was a set of high, sharp cheekbones, a button nose, and sparkling blue eyes.  He had the boyish, innocent face of an angel on the body of a god, and he knew it.  He wasn’t malicious, he was just used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.  

The same went for Aiden.  He wasn’t anywhere near being in the kind of shape that Sam was, though his toned, athletic body was impressive in its own right.  He was firm and solid with a lean coat of muscle, but what he was really known for was the massive package between his legs.  Hard, Aiden topped out at a thick eight inches, with a set of heavy, palm-filling balls.  His stubbled face was handsome and masculine with its strong, wide jaw and prominent brow, but it was his sexual prowess and stamina that he always bragged about.  Aiden’s claim to fame was that he could outlast anyone and never let a man leave unsatisfied.  Jackrabbit fast, or long and slow, he had whatever technique a man needed.  

It was inevitable that Aiden and Sam would meet sooner or later; it was just unfortunate that there was collateral damage when it happened.  Sam and Gabe had been friends for years, and he’d never messed around with any of Gabe’s previous boyfriends, but as soon as he and Aiden had met, there’d been a spark.  They’d started messing around behind Gabe’s back almost immediately.  

Aiden lifted his head again and leaned in for a long kiss.  “You know Gabe,” he said afterwards.  “He’s got that long, thin body.  I love him...but I need some meat.”  On cue, Sam rolled over and shook his large globes, grinning back over his broad shoulder.  “Exactly.,  Just like that,” Aiden said eagerly, draping himself over the other man’s tapering back.  He ground his thick club between the prone man’s supple behind while he licked and kissed at the coiled muscles between Sam’s shoulder blades.  

They’d done this enough times to have it down to a science.  Sam lifted his hips just enough to give Aiden easy access, letting out a long, contented hiss as the invading beast slid inside.  “FFFfffuuuuuuuuuck that’s good,” Sam panted, burying his face into the mattress.  

“How are...you...still...so tight…” Aiden grunted, burying himself to the hilt.  His hips gyrated in a slow circle before pulling back out slowly, only to return in a deep plunge.  The two men fell into their normal routine, grunting and whimpering blissfully.  Sam was far from a passive bottom, working his own hips and clutching with his practiced hole as though it were a third hand.  They brought each other to the brink over and over.  

“Oh shit...oh shit...oh shit…” Sam whined as the usual waves of pleasure tore through him.  “Oh shhhooooww...ah...ow...OW!”  Out of nowhere, the familiar sensations took a painful turn.  “Fuck...Aiden...this hurts...something’s wrong.  Pull….pull out…” he grunted, gripping the sheets in pain.  

“Sorry!  I’m...pull...ing…” Aiden trailed off as he watched his rigid cock exit the other man.  As he retracted, it seemed to keep going.  He’d lifted his hips high, but he was still inside.  “Fuck...what the fuck…” he stammered, pushing back with his arms to work himself further away.  

Sam tried his best to look over his shoulder.  “What?  What is it?”  

Aiden didn’t know how to answer.  He’d finally managed to pull entirely out of his friend and was staring at an impossibly long cock.  It had stretched like taffy, nearly doubling in length and, as he watched, adding girth to its circumference.  

Sam rolled over when Aiden didn’t answer, his jaw dropping to his chest.  “Dude!  What’s...FUCK!  WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” 

“I...I don’t know!  I don’t know!  What the fuck happened?!”  Aiden started clutching at his freakish equipment.  It had become so thick he could barely close a hand around it, with a huge head that made it look as if a forearm had suddenly sprouted from between his legs.   

“Jesus…” Sam gasped, tentatively reaching out to see if his hands would verify what his eyes were telling him.  Sure enough, Aiden’s impressive endowment had somehow grown to useless proportions.  There was no way his lover was getting that inside another person without ripping them in half.  “What...what do we do?  Do we go to the hospital?  Does it hurt?”  

Aiden was pale and shaking.  “No...it feels fine, it’s just...how…?  What the fuck am I supposed to do with this,” he shrieked, looking at Sam with pleading eyes.  

“I don’t know, man.  I don’t know.  Let’s just...just…” Sam was cut off by a wave of dizziness.  His whole body tensed, seizure like, as the room spun around him.  

“Sam!  Are you okay? What’s...wro…”

Sam didn’t like the growing look of horror on Aiden’s face.  The frozen adonis couldn’t move, but he could still see, and still feel the crawling sensation creeping across his smooth skin.  It felt like he was covered in ants, and he was having a hard time catching his breath.  He felt increasingly weighted down, as if he was being pulled into the mattress.  The whole time, Aiden’s shocked face continued to stare, growing more and more pale by the minute.  

“Guuuuhhh!”  Sam wheezed, desperate for breath when the paralyzing sensation suddenly passed.  He inhaled deeply, blinking up at the ceiling while he tried to get his bearings.  “What.. just happened…” 

“Sam...you…” Aiden stuttered, backing away.  

“What?”  Sam asked desperately, his heart racing.  “Tell me what’s…oh...oh god…” His stomach dropped as he struggled upright, having more difficulty with it than he should.  As soon as he was able to raise his head, the first thing he noticed was the hair.  He was covered in it.  His normally smooth body was coated in a dense carpet of fur that spread across every inch of him.  Then he saw the lumpy body underneath.  Instead of his statuesque physique, Sam looked down in shock at stranger’s body.  His granite pecs were lumpy and soft above a prominent potbelly that squished and fought him as he tried to sit upright.  His chiseled legs were now thick and round, pressing together and almost entirely obscuring the hooked, shrunken cock between them.  Instead of the long, appealing rod he should have have, a gnarled little cock stood out a few inches before bending sharply to the left.    “No...no no no no no…” 

Sam was on the verge of passing out as he lumbered out of the bed and felt his hairy new body shake.  His steely arms were now undefined logs of flesh ending in stubby sausage fingers that prodded disgustedly at his warped body.  He let out a low, guttural moan when he saw his reflection.  His handsome face had been twisted like the rest of him.  His shaggy hair was gone, replaced by a mostly-bald scalp that was ringed by short, thinning hairs.  The prominent cheekbones that drew everyone’s eye had been swallowed by his rounding cheeks, and his button nose had widened and flattened, resulting in a slight wheezing sound whenever he breathed through it.  Framing all this in were his ears, which seemed to have enlarged and stood out almost perpendicular to his head.  He turned in a frantic circle, his now-beady eyes going wide at the huge mounds of flesh his once-perfect rear had become.  

Aiden watched in stupefied horror, his eyes darting back and forth between his altered lover and his inflated cock.  He didn’t understand how his gorgeous friend could suddenly be turned into a hairy, pig-faced bear of a man, or how his pride and joy could be enlarged to unwieldy proportions.  He staggered off the bed, his stomach dropping at the sensation of his massive, dangling organ swinging almost to his knees.  

“Well aren’t you two a sight.”  Sam and Aiden spun at the familiar voice to find Gabe standing in the doorway.  The tall, lean ginger walked over and looked them up and down with a smug grin.  

“Gabe?”  Sam blushed at the constant sound emitting from his altered nostrils.  “You’ve gotta help us!  Something happened!”  

“It sure did,” the tall man laughed, reaching down to squeeze Sam’s hooked little rod.  He gave his friend’s hairy belly a quick rub and watched the stout body shiver.  “And you!  Damn!” he whistled, turning to Aiden.  “That’ll be fun trying to fit into pants.”  

Both men stared at their friend, realization slowly dawning.  “You...did you do this?” Aiden asked, his voice shaking.  

Gabe shrugged.  “Technically you two did it to yourselves…” 

“Fix it!” Sam demanded.  “Please!”  

Gabe shook his head with a sad look.  “No can do.  It’s a one-way trip, unfortunately.”  

“No!  Hon...please...I’m sorry!  We’re sorry!  We were just fooling around...it didn’t mean anything…” Aiden stepped forward, wincing as his cock swung like a pendulum.  He felt a shudder and watched as it seemed to drop a little lower.  

“I should probably mention that if you keep lying, you keep changing.  I don’t know what the exact scope of that is, so I hope you two learn to be honest real quick or things could get hairy,” he laughed, looking over at Sam.  “No pun intended.”  

“Gabe...please...listen...you can’t leave us like this!  I’m your friend.  I’d never do anything to hurt yoOUu…” Sam’s eyes went wide when his voice cracked.  He cleared his throat a few times but still looked concerned.  “We didn’t mean for you...whaaa...what happened to my voice?”  

Gabe couldn’t help but laugh at the high, nasally tone that replaced Sam’s formerly smooth, deep voice.  “Keep it up and you’ll be braying like a donkey instead of just looking like one.”  He walked over and pinched one of his friend’s ruddy, rounded cheeks.  “Remember Pinocchio?  Growing noses and naughty boys being turned into donkeys?  I do love a classic.”  Sam and Aiden looked at Gabe, then at each other, then back at Gabe.  “I’ve known about you two since the start.  I thought maybe you’d stop, but you just kept going.  It worked out since it gave me time to figure this,” he motioned to the altered men, “all out.  You guys certainly are a matched pair now,” the redhead said wistfully.  He gave the two men a final look and turned to leave.  

“Wait! Honey...please!  I love you!  We’ll stop! I prommmm….” before he’d finished the sentence, Aiden’s cock swelled, the head now looking like a fist.  “What are we supposed to do?!”  

Gabe shrugged.  “Get eaten by a whale?  That’s not really my problem anymore,” he said flatly before walking out the door.  

Aiden and Sam stared at each other in stunned silence as they thought about what their future had become, the now-hairy man’s wheezing breath the only sound.  Outside, Gabe dropped a large, gold coin covered in strange carvings down a sewer grate as payment.  He didn’t wait around to see the scaled hand that reached out and plucked it from the pile of refuse.  It had cost him nearly every penny he had, but he didn’t regret it in the least.  As far as he was concerned, he’d gotten what he wanted and the other two had gotten what they deserved.  It was a fair trade.