Nothing He Could Do (Patreon)

(This will look familiar to the $10 folks, but here's the vignette in place of the interactive this week as promised.)

Greg’s face was crimson as he stared at the text message.  

“Go into the bathroom and send me a video of you jerking off.”  

It was the last thing the tall, muscular stud wanted to do, but he knew he didn’t have a choice.  It was bad enough that his thick cock was already spilling out of the women’s thong he’d been forced to wear.  The ill-fitting purple lace was nowhere near large enough to contain his meaty balls and long hose.  Just boarding the plane in it had been a nightmare.  His khakis were already stretched around his meaty thighs, and the thin, skin tight t-shirt that showed off his ample muscles so well also liked to ride up and expose his unwanted whale tail.  Putting his bag in the overhead compartment and finding his seat had involved flashing it to the entire plane.  

He could only imagine what people were thinking about, the tall, strapping bald man with purple lace disappearing into his ass.  He’d served in the military for a few years immediately after high school, which left him with a buff, rugged build.  His entire 6’2” frame bulged with solid, weathered muscle.  He was permanently tanned from his countless hours in the desert sun and his bald scalp only further enhanced his masculine looks.  Until you saw the thin strip of lace sticking out from the waist of his pants.  

Greg sighed and steeled himself as he got up to walk back to the bathroom.  He kept his hand positioned in front of his crotch to hide the bulge from where he’d already started working himself up.  He didn’t want this to take any longer than it had to.  As soon as the door was locked, he undid the fly of his pants and let his fat, six and a half inches flop free.  The purple thong was pitifully small, unable to even contain his hairy orbs.  He didn’t even have to remove it; he just grabbed his hose and started pumping.  With his other hand he lifted up his shirt to expose his washboard stomach and pecs that bounced with the force of his rapid strokes.  He turned in a slow circle, just long enough to show off how the thong disappeared between his granite globes, but not long enough to keep his cock out of the picture for more than a moment.  

After everything he’d done, he was surprised that he was still embarrassed by anything at all.  In the scope of things, this was far from the worst.  Greg knew this video was going to be plastered all over the internet.  The rugged stud in the little panties jerking off in the obvious airplane bathroom would probably be a hit.  Greg was well aware of how good he looked, and that was part of the problem.  He wanted to make sure he stayed that way.  If that meant he stripped in clubs, or wore humiliating clothing, or let himself be fucked by groups of guys, then so be it.  He just didn’t want to end up like Tom.  

They’d served a couple tours together, and he and the large bear of a man had become like brothers.  They did everything together, including getting themselves into trouble once they got out of the service.  It was actually Greg who’d instigated things that night, but Tom wasn’t going to let him go it alone.  When they’d seen the two men holding hands, Greg just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.  Instead of stopping him, Tom joined in.  

Neither of them intended to get violent.  They just wanted to scare the two men.  They’d followed them down a sidewalk and into an alley, shouting insults and threats the whole time.  Thinking back on it, Greg should have listened to his instincts, but at the time a trap was the last thing he expected.  He remembered turning the corner, seeing a pair of glowing eyes, and then nothing until he came to, writhing on Tom’s broad lap with his friend’s fat cock inside him.  

They were in a dark room surrounded by men who were eagerly watching Greg get his brains fucked out by his bear of a friend.  He could see that Tom wanted to stop just as much as he did, but neither of them could.  All he could do was try and not think about the way the soft hairs on Tom’s muscled gut tickled the undersides of his thighs while he squirmed, the sound of his cock slapping against his friend’s stomach echoing through the room.  Then there was darkness again, and they woke up naked in each other’s arms in Tom’s apartment.  

After that, the commands started coming through.  The two men ignored them at first, until they woke to find a video of Tom eagerly blowing Greg posted to each of their facebook pages.  This was followed by another of Greg impaling himself on Tom’s burly lap again, whining helplessly the entire time.  From then on they did what they were told, no matter how embarrassing.  

From the start, Tom had a harder time with it.  Greg far from enjoyed it, but the hairy muscle man grew angrier and angrier with their unseen tormentors.  It was like they could sense it, too, forcing the big man into more and more humiliating situations.  The size that he’d always been so proud of was the tool used to torture him.  He was constantly forced to wear small clothing, or to expose himself in other ways, all while making himself bigger and bigger.  Tom was starting to lose definition from the constant intake of protein and calories they forced on him, looking more round and bulky than built.  

The day his big friend finally lost it, he’d been forced to wear a diaper and mittens like a giant baby.  Tom was supposed to video the other man for an entire day and treat him the way he looked, going so far as to bottle feed and change him.  It was too much for Tom, who lost it on whoever was doing this to them.  He sent a string of threatening, profanity laced texts, saying he didn’t care what they did, that there was no way they could do anything worse than they already did.  

The next thing Greg remembered was waking up to find a withered Tom writhing on his lap for a change.  At first he didn’t recognize the baby faced man as his friend, but how could he?  How could he even begin to suspect that the lithe, smooth skinned little man was actually his beefy friend?  He was small and shapeless, with thin arms, a soft belly, and a tiny nubbish cock poking out from between his supple thighs.  The only area on his body that had any real weight to it was the huge, bouncing ass that formed a vacuum seal around his cock.  The light, high pitched voice whimpering out couldn’t belong to his booming, barrel chested friend.  

Greg still didn’t know how the men did it, but he didn’t want to find out.  So instead he put on the thong, got on the plane, and whipped his dick out like he was told.  He moaned and thought about his shrunken friend, hating the way it always made his dick surge.  Though he’d disagree, Greg thought Tom made just as good a twink as he did a giant bear.  If anything, his friend’s feminine new form made it easier to fool around.  The big guy had an ass like no one else.  

Greg let out a loud, obvious moan when he came, just as he’d been instructed.  He left the ropey strands on the counter like he’d been told and did his best to stuff himself into the ill fitting underwear.  He went back to his seat, his phone buzzing a few minutes later.  There was a message with a link, but he didn’t need to click on it to know what it was.  He did anyway and found himself on a website with a video of his recent jerk session.  Already it had thousands of views.  

“Make sure people can see your tail,” the message read.  

Greg sighed and pushed his pants low on his trim hips while lifting his shirt partially up his ripped stomach.  He caught the man in the next aisle give him an odd look when he saw the bright purple strip, but there was nothing he could do.