Wish Candle, Day 4 (vignette) (Patreon)

That night Jeff dreamt of flames.  He found himself standing in front of a monolithic candle carved in his image.  It towered over him, with a long wick sticking out of the top.  As he watched, the wick burst into flames.  Jeff panicked while the flame steadily drew closer to the top of the candle.  He looked around frantically for something to put out the flames but all around him was a barren void.  He screamed when the flames made contact, not out of pain, but out of fear.  It wasn’t wax dripping down the giant statue, it was everything that made him who he was.  He could feel it in his own head.  The giant candle wasn’t changing or melting; he was.  He felt memories soften and trickle down the sides of his face and neck.  Bits of his personality, desires, fears, expectations; they all started melting and pooling and dripping steadily away.  Jeff tried to hold on.  He tried to sculpt the pieces back together but they just flowed another direction.  Something else was forming from the remains.  As the huge candle burned, the wax didn’t just pile at its base.  It was growing into something else altogether.  

“AAAAaaahhh!”  Jeff shot up out of bed so fast he fell over the side, landing harshly on his rough wood floor.  “Holy hell….” he panted, trying to catch his breath.  His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and he was covered in sweat like he’d been running a marathon.  

He clambered up off the floor and stretched, his solid cock begging for attention.  Jeff blinked and tried to clear his head.  Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  His face burned and his solid tool pulsed harder than ever as he thought back to the previous day’s humiliating events.  His experience at the gym and with his friends made it clear that he had a new position in life, but he couldn’t figure out how it was possible.  Even if, by some weird circumstance, he’d become the gym’s pass-around sex toy, and his friends had all suddenly decided that he was only good for getting them off, that still didn’t explain the clothes, or why it was perfectly acceptable for him to walk around in his underwear with a solid erection for everyone to see.  That just didn’t happen.  The world didn’t work that way, did it?  

Jeff flopped back onto his bed and thought about the previous night.  He squirmed, thinking about how good it had felt to jerk off his two friends.  Even Neil’s asshole move of cumming all over his face turned him on.  Instead of being glad that no one could see him like this, Jeff was disappointed that none of them were here.  He reached into his nightstand, thinking about Jordan’s perfect body above him and his friend’s perfect dick inside him.  

“MMMmmm….” Jeff purred, writhing on the bed.  “Wait...what...what am I….mmmmnnn….” He hadn’t even thought about it; he’d pulled the vibrator out and had impaled himself on it before it even registered.  He flexed his cheeks and bucked against the bed, working it around inside himself.  It somehow felt more humiliating alone but Jeff didn’t care.  “Ohhhh...fuck...fuck me...fuuuuuck….” He was like a wild animal.  His chest and arms flexed while he clutched at the bed and slammed his ass up and down over and over before rolling over onto his stomach.  He raised his ass into the air and wagged it, fantasizing about Jordan or Dylan or any of the guys being the one inside him.  He whimpered desperately, the bed slamming against the wall over and over while he ground his aching cock furiously into the sheets.  Jeff tried to remember what it felt like to be on top of a woman like this.  He tried to think back to the all the times he’d been thrusting in and out of a moaning bar girl he’d brought home, but he couldn’t.  It was like trying to speak in a language he’d never learned, like it had never happened.  He could picture it in theory, but none of the first-hand memories remained.  The thought only drove him on harder.  His broad back was a map of coiled muscles and his powerful thighs shook until he finally bellowed and came.  

Jeff collapsed on the soaked, ravaged sheets to catch his breath.  He wished the invading object in his backside didn’t feel so good.  He wished things were back to the way they should be.  He wished that if he wanted to jerk off he could just pump himself a few times, not have to use a toy to literally fuck himself.  

“Ugh…” he pulled it out and tossed it aside, looking at his ravaged bed and torn, soaked sheets in disgust.  His sculpted pecs and ripped abs were sticky from where he’d been laying in his own juices and Jeff tried to think back to the time when he’d look at his naked body and feel proud.  It was only four days ago but it might as well have been a lifetime.  That confident, masculine feeling was gone.  He still had his gym-built body, but it was all for show.  

He was feeling a bit better by the time he got out of the shower.  Scrubbing himself clean had helped clear his head and flexing in front of the steamy mirror had brought back a bit of his old bravado, or at least he told himself it did.  The momentary return of his pride was fleeting, only lasting until he went to get dressed.  

Jeff could only laugh as he opened a dresser drawer and found himself looking down at a sea of bright, neon fabric.  “Of course...why the fuck not…” he giggled, pulling out a pair of tiny, hot-pink briefs.  “Sure...this is totally cool!”  A bright purple jockstrap followed, then a glittery thong, then bright orange bikinis; an entire rainbow of small, revealing garments that made his boxer briefs seem like pants.  His laughter died and he slammed the drawer shut in a fury.  “I mean, it’s not like I thought it could get worse!”  He buried his face in his hands, wondering if he should just jump out the window or wander into traffic.  “Fuck it.  Fuck it!”  He picked up the hot pink briefs he’d started with and pulled them on.  The bright fabric looked even more garish against his tanned skin, and the front pouch grabbed and lifted his package, making it even more noticeable while his firm cheeks filled the back to capacity.  “Well, here it is!  Come and get it, fellas,” he yelled at his reflection.  “Faggy little hole, just waiting to be stuffed!”  He jutted out his perky bubble and shook it, hating how the stretched pink fabric was almost see-through.  “Hey, why bother?  Fuck it!”  He ripped the briefs off and rummaged for the purple jockstrap.  “There we go!  Not it won’t even slow anybody down!”  He was almost hysterical as he flexed the now-bare cheeks that were accentuated by the bright purple straps leading to the stuffed pouch wagging in front.  “Real manly, right?”  Jeff folded his arms behind his head and flexed like he’d done countless times before.  It made every muscle on his ripped torso pop.  In his old clothes it had made him feel powerful and impressive.  Now, in his tiny, neon purple jock, he just felt ridiculous.  

He stormed out of his room and stuffed his feet into bright orange high-tops that he’d never owned before.  They were practically dayglo and clashed with the bright purple of his underwear.  “Might as well lean into it!  This is what you want, right?”  He shouted to the air.  “Whatever’s fucking doing this, this is what’s getting you off, right?!  Let’s take the big straight stud and turn him into a fucking queer!  Great idea!”  He slammed his apartment door shut and headed outside, blushing as he felt the warm morning air on the exposed ass that was bouncing even more noticeably with his stomping.  

He smiled a bit too much at the people he passed, almost daring someone to say something.  Like before, people would check him out, but no one reacted to the fact that a grown man was strutting down the sidewalk in nothing but a jockstrap.  He went into stores and coffee shops, almost hoping that someone would freak out, but the most he got were hungry stares from the men he came across.  It didn’t matter if they were straight or not.  Jeff saw men who were clearly out with their wives and children giving him the same hungry look he used to give big-chested women in tight shirts.  

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jeff sighed, staring at his reflection in a building window.  His sculpted, gym-stud body was totally out of place in it’s complete exposure next to the fully clothed people around him.  He was finally starting to wear himself out. He’d made it halfway across town and his anger was finally spent.  As with the previous days, the more time that passed, the less weird everything felt until he had to force himself to be freaked out.  

He turned the corner into one of the city parks and slumped down on a bench, his broad shoulders sagging.

“Everything okay?”  Jeff looked up to see a young cop smiling down at him.  The handsome brunette was built like a brick wall, practically bulging out of the uniform that was stretched tight over his wide frame.  

“Uh, yeah, just been a long week,” Jeff said, the pouch of his jock already twitching.  He didn't try and hide it.  Part of him wished the cop would arrest him.  

“I know that feeling.”  The young cop sat next to Jeff and looked him up and down slowly.  He put a hand on the other man’s bare thigh and let it linger.  

Jeff could see a growing lump in the other man’s uniform but he couldn’t grasp what was happening.  He was sitting on a public bench in nothing but a jockstrap, his dick rock hard, next to a cop who was feeling up his thigh.  And instead of questioning it, Jeff reached over to grab the hardening bulge underneath the other man’s tight pants.  “You guys serve the public, right,” he asked with a seductive wink, giving the man’s crotch a squeeze.  

“Sure do,” the man grinned, surprising Jeff by unzipping his pants and letting his cock spring free.  Instead of thinking about the fact that they were still in full view of everyone, Jeff just licked his lips at the sight of the mammoth pole.  It was wide and long and before he knew it, it was filling his mouth.  “MMMmm….there we go…” the cop sighed, stroking Jeff’s blonde hair while his head bobbed.  

Jeff was officially panicked.  This wasn’t the gym, or his apartment.  They were on a bench in a busy park in full view of passing crowds and he had a strange man’s dick in his mouth.  When he shifted away from his mouth and instead backed himself onto the spit-slick rod, he wanted to scream.  He wanted to bellow “what the hell is wrong with you!?” at the passing crowds who just ignored them.  A few people looked over, but no one so much as paused while Jeff’s powerful quads lifted him up and down as he worked the grunting cop’s cock with his ample backside.  He suddenly regretted his earlier comment about the jock not slowing anyone down while his own oozing rod slipped out of the pouch and began slapping wildly up and down.  The young cop’s uniform was rough on the backs of his cheeks and thighs and the other man’s strong hands had a deathgrip on Jeff’s burly pecs that grew tighter and tighter as his grunts grew louder.  

“HHHnnnnggggguuuuhhh!”  The young man tensed and gave a final thrust before exploding inside the nearly naked man.  The impaled blonde thought the force of it would blow him off like a fire hose.  Instead, he just felt a steady stream running down his thighs when the other man pulled free.  “Well,” the officer grinned with a dazed look in his eyes while he put himself away, “hope that made your day a little better.  Certainly did mine.”    

“It’s a start,” Jeff sighed, covering his rigid cock as best he could.  He hadn’t cum yet, leaving his own cock hard and aching for release.  The young cop caught his breath and left without saying anything else, and all Jeff could do was imagine what the large, round cheeks looked like underneath the man’s uniform as he walked away.  

He sat on the bench for a while longer, enjoying the body buzz he felt from his romp.  It wasn’t until the afterglow started to fade that the reality sunk in.  Jeff’s stomach dropped when he thought about why he felt so good.  He’d just been fucked by a stranger in public.  Men, women, children, families; everyone passing had witnessed him being stuffed.  They’d watched his useless cock slapping around while he eagerly impaled himself over and over again.  He hopped up and hurried away, suddenly desperate to get back inside.  He was closest to Dylan’s apartment, so he headed there.  It occurred to him as he hurried back across town that he’d left home in such a frenzy that he hadn’t brought his phone or wallet or anything, so he hoped his friend would be there.  

The trip was like a never-ending walk of shame.  His solid cock was relentless, tenting out the pouch to the point where his balls spilled out the side.  All he could do was keep walking, essentially naked and hard, and try not to think about it.  

He wondered if that’s where things were headed.  Would he wake up tomorrow and just not have any clothes?  He could already be fucked in public without anyone acting like it was weird, so where was the line?  What else was in store?