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Down The Drain (vignette)

© The Screaming Moist, 2019

Walking through the large, iron gate, it was hard to for Brandon to tell they were in a cemetery at all.  The occasional bouquet of flowers broke up the sea of well-kept grass and a weathered abbey stood at the top of a gentle hill, but there wasn’t a tombstone in sight.  Behind the abbey, a wall of forest rounded out the picturesque setting, making it feel more like they were out for a stroll in a park than anything else.

“Dude, why didn’t we just drive in here?”  Brandon asked, motioning to the winding driveways that laced through the cemetery.  

Paul looked around to make sure they were alone.  “Because they close the gates at sundown.”

“We’re not going to be out of here by sundown?”  

“Can’t guarantee it,” Paul laughed at the dubious tone in his friend’s voice.  “Don’t chicken out on me now, man.”   

“Nah, it’s cool, it’s just…” Brandon looked down at one of the grave markers flush with the grass, “…this doesn’t creep you out at all?  Sneaking into old factories and abandoned buildings is one thing, but…”

“It’s not like we’re grave robbing.  Besides, where we’re headed isn’t even in the cemetery; it’s in the woods back here.”  

“Oh, well in that case…” Brandon sighed.  He knew better than to try and talk his friend out of this now.  Any chance he had of that passed about five minutes after Paul originally had the idea.  The shaggy haired young man was always dragging him somewhere they didn’t belong.  Abandoned buildings, houses, factories, bridges; Paul wanted to explore them all.  And having been friends since their high school football days, Brandon was inevitably roped into joining.  He followed his friend down another hill and through the tree line into the forest, wishing they were just going for a hike instead.

Paul swung his arm, motioning to their pleasant, suburban woodland surroundings.  “See?  Not so bad, eh?”  

“Something tells me this isn’t our destination.  Let me guess,” the dark haired young man sighed and pointed to an outcropping of crumbling masonry that stood halfway up a small hill to their left.  

“Yup!”  Paul led his friend up the slope until they were standing in front of a gaping, concrete drainpipe.  A trickle of water leaked out and fell on the broken remains of a spillway that had long since collapsed.  

Brandon eyed the pipe warily.  He usually had fun despite himself on their urban explorations, but crawling into a bug-infested sewer was pushing it.  “And we expect to find what exactly?”  

“Not a clue!” Paul couldn’t hide his excitement as he reached into his bag and pulled out two headlamps.  “That’s the point.” 

“Dude, it’s a sewer.  It’s full of shit and cockroaches.  See?  Just saved us a couple hours.  Go team!  Let’s go get a beer.”  

“Come on man, it’s not that scary.”  Paul wrapped a burly arm around his friend’s shoulders and pointed out the graffiti covering the interior walls of the pipe.  “If high school kids can handle it I’m sure you can.”  

“Let’s just get this over with,” Brandon sighed, squirming out of his friend’s grip.  He was relieved that the pipe was at least tall enough for their six-foot frames, but their broad-shouldered builds forced them to walk single file.  They clicked on their lamps as they rounded the first turn and the bright sunlight behind them faded to an inky darkness.  It didn’t escape Brandon’s notice that the turn had them heading back towards the cemetery.  He tried not to think about what was buried in the ground above his head, hoping for another turn before they got too far.  “It’s cold in here,” he said as a chill breeze wafted over them.  

“Funky, too.” Paul sniffed at the air, furrowing his brow at the sour notes lurking under the smell of stagnant water and damp earth.  

“I mean, it IS a sewer,” Brandon said, giving the back of Paul’s head a playful shove.  His friend spun around with the kind of precision speed built from years of athletics and snatched the lamp from his head before he could stop him.  “Hey!”  

“Awww, you want me to hold your hand?” Paul laughed when Brandon slapped his extended palm away.  

“Dude, come on, give me my light back.”  

“Sorry, you’ll just have to follow me,” Paul shrugged, still moving forward.  “Or you can turn around and make your way back in the dark.”  

“You are such an asshole,” Brandon sighed, hurrying to catch up as the darkness crept in around him.  “Why are we friends, again?”  

“Because I get you laid all the time,” Paul said flatly, raising a middle finger back in Brandon’s direction.  

“Yeah, ‘cause when they see what a douche you are they come running in my direction,” Brandon laughed.  He was just giving his friend a hard time, though Paul had a reputation for fucking his way across campus.  With his charming personality and ripped, athletic physique, it was easy for the handsome brunette to pull off.  Both of them were covered in lean, sculpted muscle, but where Paul was known as a one night stand, Brandon was more of a ladies man.  He liked the game, of strutting and swaggering a bit before sealing the deal, and with his dark hair and brooding features he had no more difficulty than his boisterous friend.  

“Hey man, not my fault you...whoa…” 

Brandon bumped into Paul’s back when the other man made an abrupt stop in front of him.  “Geez!  What the fuck?”  

“Look!”  Paul nodded to the gaping hole in the wall.  The pipe turned off to their left, but directly in front of them was a large opening leading to an earthen tunnel that continued in the direction they were headed.  

“Ohhhhhh hell no!”  Brandon crossed his muscled arms and shook his head.  The sour smell they’d noticed earlier seemed to be drifting from the hole in the wall, which happened to head back towards the cemetery.  “That’s the line, dude.”  

“How can we NOT take at least take a look,” Paul said, laughing when he turned and accidentally blinded the other man with his headlamp.  “Shit!  Sorry, man.  But seriously...this is too creepy to pass up.”  

Brandon blinked the spots from his eyes.  “Do you hear yourself?  We should pass it up BECAUSE it’s creepy as fuck, not run towards it.” 

“We’re in the suburbs, bro.  Like, the fancy suburbs, too.  What’s the worst that can happen?”  Paul sighed at Brandon’s unwavering stance, pouting at his dark haired friend.  “Come ooonnnnnn,” he begged, getting a stone-faced glare in response.  “Fine.  You stay here and I’ll just check it out real quick.”  

“What?  No!  Wait!”  Brandon yelped when Paul lunged through the opening, taking both headlamps with him.  “Dick!  Don’t leave me in the dark!”  He could just make out Paul giving him the finger again before his friend rounded a curve and he was left in pitch darkness.  The young jock took deep breaths, trying to convince himself Paul was right.  They were just in a drain pipe in the suburbs.  It was dark and creepy, but there wasn’t anything there that could hurt them, not really.  

“Run!  Fuckin’ run, man!  Go!  Ruuu…!”  

Brandon froze at Paul’s sudden, terrified shriek, staring into the darkness.  His friend sounded like he’d been cut off, and there was no sign of the headlamp anywhere in the inky void.  “Paul?”  he whispered, his heart a jackhammer in his chest.  “I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass when we…” 

Brandon didn’t get a chance to finish.  The pungent, sour aroma hit just as the darkness shifted around him.  The athletic young man had just enough time to make it a single step before the ground seemed to give way beneath him as he tumbled into unconsciousness.  

**********

“Uhhh...what the fuck…” Brandon groaned.  His eyes fluttered open, but the young man thought he must still dreaming.  He was completely naked, with an equally exposed Paul standing across from him in a dimly lit room that he didn’t recognize.  Flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows on the bare stone walls around them, while ominiously shaped piles scattered around the floor of the room made him wonder if his dream wasn’t really a nightmare.  “Oh...oh god…” Brandon groaned, the sour smell creeping up his nostrils making it clear he was horribly awake.  His ample muscles strained when he attempted to move, but the powerfully built stud found himself rooted in place.  Across from him, a pale, wide-eyed Paul kept darting his eyes off to the side of the room.  

“Good!  You’re awake.”  

The gargling voice bounced off the walls before Brandon had a chance to look.  He immediately wished he’d closed his eyes.  Standing next to a broken, tattered table was a gaunt, skeletal figure covered in ragged scraps of cloth.  The creature’s tissue paper skin was a yellowish white, as if it had never been exposed to the sun, and while it looked humanoid from the neck down, the squat, featureless head resting on the bony shoulders made Brandon wonder.  It looked soft and mealy, like there was no skull underneath, with two wide, lidless eyes and a jagged, toothless opening for a mouth.  There were no ears or a nose, nor was there any hint of hair on it’s round, jaundiced scalp.  

“I don’t get many visitors.  Not willing ones, anyway.”  The gargling voice seemed to come from somewhere other than the creature’s mouth.  

“Wh..where are we,” Paul stammered, trying and failing to sound confident.  “Why can’t we move?”  

“Where you wanted to be, and because I’m not letting you.” The casual voice was a sharp contrast to the horrifying surroundings.   

“What do you want?  We didn’t mean to intrude...just let us go and you’ll never see us again.”  

Brandon’s eyes darted around the room for an exit, his stunned brain only letting bits and pieces of the details register.  He saw open coffins in the distance and scattered bones everywhere around them.  There was another chamber off to their right, too dark to see in to, and the terrified young man tried desperately to convince himself he didn’t really hear feet shuffling against stone.  

“You interrupted my work when you chose to barge in here,” the creature said, sounding almost cheerful.  “Now you can make another choice.  It’s been so long since I’ve had living flesh to work with.”  The two naked, frozen men locked terrified eyes when the creature stepped between them, giving them a closer look at it’s bald, wrinkled scalp.  It stood slightly shorter than each of them with arms that seemed too long for its rail-thin body.  The two young jocks gagged against the nauseating smell as the creature inspected them but were helpless to pull away.    

“Such impressive specimens,” it said, its huge eyes seeming to look through each of them.  “Yes...yes...I can feel it...strong...vital…”  the creature swayed on bony legs, the long fingers on each hand wriggling like worms.  A wave of warmth washed over both men, causing their muscles to flex and their thick cocks to twitch.  They both groaned, feeling the familiar rush of endorphins that accompanied a good workout or vigorous fucking.  They blushed as they looked at each other, feeling every bit like the smug young bucks that they were. “And there’s the choice.  Do you keep that virility?  That rush you’re feeling?  Or do you keep the outer package?”  The creature stroked a hand along Brandon’s beefy bicep and down to heft the young man’s meaty package.  “Inner or outer.   What will it be?”  

“Wait...wait, wait, wait,” Paul stammered, wishing his frozen body could recoil the way it wanted.  “You’re saying...what?  We keep our muscles but lose our dicks?  Or keep our dicks but lose the bod?  Fuck you!” he spat, his anger overriding his fear.  “I don’t know how you’re keeping us here, but if you think I’m gonna buy into some bullshit aboooouuuuHHHHHH!”  Paul groaned when the man’s bony fingers drummed against his solid pecs.  A bolt of pleasure shot through him, causing his dangling hose to go instantly rigid.  

“Not lose in the physical sense,” the creature said, giggling at Paul’s lustful whimpers.  He pulled his hand away and the young stud’s aching rod went limp.  “But in the practical.  The package?  Or its contents?”  

Paul was horrified.  His loins burned with the same intensity, and he could feel the same pressure building inside, but his impressive member hung soft and lifeless between his toned thighs.  For the eager stud, it was a nightmare.  “Fi...fix it!” he begged.  “You can’t leave me like this!”  

The thing’s eyes seemed to glow with an internal iridescence.  “Are you making your choice?”  

Paul’s bare chest heaved on the verge hyperventilating.  The churning lust continued to rage inside him while his once-proud cock dangled without the slightest twitch or sign of life.  The horny jock didn’t want to believe any of this was possible, but he couldn’t deny the evidence of what he was seeing and feeling.  As impossible as it should have been, he really was staring down a frustratingly impotent future.  He swallowed hard and gave his trim, athletic build a final look.  He’d built his body to to make getting laid easier.  If he couldn’t get his cock to work, the muscles didn’t have a point.  “Yes!  Fine...I...I choose!  Just fix it,” he groaned.  

“Dude!  What are you doing!”  Brandon cried.  “Don’t let this thing…” his voice dried up in a hoarse croak when he watched the creature extend a skeletal arm towards Paul.  He blushed at his friend’s echoing moan when the other man’s girthy beast surged back to life.  The dangling hose twitched, plumped, and lurched upwards, a steady trickle of ooze issuing forth.  He’d seen Paul hard before, but there was something about the way his friend’s cock seemed to pulse that caught his attention.  There was a visible throb to it, almost a ripple, that flowed from the bulbous head back towards Paul’s abdomen with each spurt of fluid.  The pace increased as Brandon stared, as if an invisible hand were pumping the thick pole.  

“MMMmmm...oh fuck..this is...fuuuuck…” Paul moaned, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.  The addled young man felt like he was having one long, continuous orgasm, but instead of relieving the pressure, it seemed to grow.  “What’s...why is it...oh...oh god…” 

Paul’s eyes went from drooping lustfully to nearly bugging out of his skull when he looked down and watched his stomach swell as one of the pulsing throbs flowed into it.  The growth was faint at first, but as the pulses piled on top of each other, the frozen young man watched his muscled stomach inflate and distend.  The defined washboard vanished first, replaced by a shapeless abdomen that rapidly pushed outwards.  Inch by inch, Paul’s firm midsection went from trim to thick until the terrified young man had a round, heavy gut.  

The growth didn’t stop there.  With each pulse the excess flesh spread, flowing up to coat his chiseled pecs in a soft, supple layer while his toned thighs pressed inexorably towards each other.  Like the formerly proud abs, his arms grew large and round, losing whatever definition they had in the process.  Paul coudn’t see it, but he could feel his face filling out, a slight double chin replacing his strong jaw and swallowing his prominent cheekbones.  Looking down in horror, the former hunk could just barely make out the spurting tip of his cock sticking out below his unwanted new belly and from between his chunky thighs.  

“What’s wrong,” the creature asked with mock sincerity.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?”  

The inflated man went pale, his voice shaking.  “You said...I thought I’d…” 

“I said you’d give up that muscled body of yours.  Which you did.  For good.  There’s no losing that.  What?  Did you think you’d become thin and skinny?  Would that have been better?”  He gave Paul’s belly a shake, sending a shiver through him.  “Everything still works...and then some.”  The creature turned its attention back to Brandon, the toothless gash of a mouth curling in a parody of a smile.  It extended the same skeletal hand to the young man’s pale, trembling chest.  “Your turn.”

“NNNnnnnuuuuuuhhhnnn…..” the young jock’s whimpering moan was tinged with horror as his lengthy hose rocketed to life like his friend’s.  His knees buckled under the intense wave of pleasure and he sagged against the invisible forces keeping him in place.  His mind raced, filled with memories of every jerk session and sexual encounter he’d ever had.  

“And?” The creature drummed its bony fingers expectantly against his heaving, solid pecs, motioning with his other hand towards Paul.  

Brandon looked down at his ripped frame, his seven inches standing solid and proud beneath his washboard abs, and back up at Brandon’s inflated body.  Instead of being as cut and defined as himself the other man was beefy and round, easily twice the size he used to be.  Paul’s girthy equipment clearly still functioned, but the athletic body he’d worked so hard to build and maintain was entirely gone.  Looking down at his own lean muscle, Brandon couldn’t bring himself to make the same choice.  

“I...I can’t give it up,” he moaned, locking terrified eyes with his friend.  “I worked too hardddduuuuHHHH!”  Brandon felt like he was falling before he even finished the sentence.  All at once his aching rod went limp, hanging long and lifeless between his sculpted thighs despite the overwhelming lust that still coursed through him.  He was panicked at the strange sucking sensation he felt, but as he gawked in wide-eyed horror he saw his hard earned muscle staying in place.  Something else, something less tangible, was being pulled out of him.  He started trembling harder as he stared at the hideous creature and his altered friend, feeling small and weak even with his still-impressive build.  He’d never given much thought to his swaggering confidence until it was gone.  

The creature scurried away and gave a tittering laugh, tilting it’s worm-like head as it watched the two stunned young men prod and poke at themselves, their invisible bonds vanishing.  Paul stumbled forward, wincing and blushing as he felt his extra mass shake and rub against itself in unfamiliar ways.  His cock still oozed and throbbed desperately despite the disgust he felt at his softened body.  

“Oh god…” he moaned, squeezing a beefy lump where his solid pec should have been.  He hated the way his fingers bit in even as a jolt of pleasure surged through him.  “This is...how is this possible…” he stammered, grabbing his new belly with both hands.  

“I don’t...I don’t know…” Brandon said, frantically tugging on his soft equipment.  Small darts of lust shot through him with each pull, but his hefty snake refused to awaken.  “Fuck!  What...what do we do?” He gave Paul a pleading look, realizing he actually was desperate for an answer.  He needed his friend to tell him to do something, anything.  

“How the fuck should I know?” Paul barked.  “Fuckin’ look at me, man!” he spread his beefy arms to give Brandon a clear view of his expanded frame.  “I’m huge!  This shit is everywhere,” he cried, blushing at the way his body shook when he turned in a circle.  “Feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ explode, too,” he whimpered, shifting his weight from one chunky leg to the other.  

“Do you want me to help?” Brandon’s eager question surprised them both, but the trembling stud was desperate.  “I...I could blow you...or...or...you could fuck me,” he mumbled, his voice taking on a stutter.  

Brandon’s outburst was enough to bring Paul out of his stunned state.  “Dude...what the fuck?” he asked with a shocked laugh at his friend’s begging.  He would have thought the other man was joking if not for the frenzied look in his eyes.  “What did that thing do to you?”  

“I...I do...don’t know…” Brandon stuttered, the ripped jock’s eyes glued bashfully to the ground.  “I ju..just need to d..do something…” 

Paul didn’t know if it was just the overwhelming lust still racing through him, or envy over his missing physique, or the way Brandon begged, but something about his chiseled friend made his cock throb even harder.  “Holy shit...you’re not kidding, are you?  You’d really do it.”  He lumbered over and put his meaty hands on Brandon’s granite pecs, a stab of regret hitting him at the feeling of solid muscle.  He smiled at the way his friend trembled, tracing his hands down Brandon’s tapering waist to heft the lifeless package.  “Does that...I mean...what does that feel like?”  

“G..g...good,” Brandon nodded, gasping when Paul gave his heavy balls a rough squeeze.  “I st...still feel like...like I’m gonna...pop…” he groaned, leaning into his friend’s meaty new body.  He felt none of the disgust his friend did at the softened flesh, only an overwhelming desire to please.  He knew on a logical level that he shouldn’t be acting the way he was, but he couldn’t control it.  It didn’t matter that he shouldn’t be turned on by another man, let alone his altered friend, but he was.  

“Might be kinda hard with this thing like this,” Paul said, digging his solid rod into Brandon’s soft package.  His friend’s meek, coy behavior outweighed any of the concerns he knew he should have had over his current predicament.  He knew he should have been more focused on his jiggling thighs and heavy gut, but at the moment he just needed Brandon to get him off.  “I got an idea, though.  You said you were cool with this, right?”  He spun Brandon around without waiting for an answer, his hands gripping the kind of tiny waist he should have had.  

“Yea...yeaaaauuuuhhhhh!”  Brandon’s stutter turned into a wail as Paul worked his cum-slick rod slowly inside.  He grunted and gasped and clutched at his friend’s hands, feeling like he was being torn in half by the wide, solid rod.  But he didn’t want Paul to stop.  The knowledge that he was giving his friend what he wanted was more potent than any pain he felt, and the sensation of the other man’s widened body and heavy gut pressing against his back was more comforting than humiliating.  He felt small and insignificant, puddy in Paul’s strong, confident hands. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Paul moaned as Brandon’s solid body writhed against his beefy new torso.  He started pumping slowly, his hands eventually drifting up from the other man’s tiny waist to begin exploring the rest of his body.  He lived vicariously through his friend’s solid, flexing muscles, focusing on the way they felt against his palms instead of the way his own body shook with each thrust.  “You...okay…?” he grunted.  

Brandon could only nod, overcome by the foreign sensations washing over him.  The pain had started to fade, replaced by intense bursts of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt before.  His cock may have been slapping soft and lifeless between his legs but that didn’t stop the blissful pressure from building.  Between that and the way Paul’s hands pinched and squeezed his flexing muscle, it was all he could do to keep from blacking out.  He looked around for the creature that had done this to them, but the hideous being was nowhere in sight.  They weren’t even in the strange lair anymore, but somehow back at the sewer entrance.  

Brandon was about to point this out when the pressure finally broke.  “OOOOooooAAAooohoOOHHH!” his cracking whimper echoed through the tunnel as his limp hose started leaking like a faucet.  The impressive organ never twitched or hardened, and it wasn’t the explosive force he was used to, but that only prolonged the pleasure.  The steady stream was still pouring out when Paul finally came, erupting with the force he lacked.  Brandon felt his friend’s bulk shake and shudder against him as Paul tensed and spasmed, rocketing a torrent inside him.  They fell to the smooth, wet concrete, their tangled limbs a mix of pudge and muscle.  

Paul struggled to catch his breath while Brandon pressed against him, not wanting to let go.  “Oh...shit...how...how did we get here…” the inflated man stammered, finally noticing the change to their surroundings.  He squinted as he looked out at the sunlight filtering through the forest canopy now only a few feet away, the bright glow seeming to mock them.  In the darkness this was all just a nightmare; in the daylight everything was real.  He lurched upright, blushing at the way his midsection squished and shifted.  

“Wh...what do..do we do n...now?”  

Paul looked down at the doe-eyed jock trembling in his puffy arms, wishing he had an answer.  “I have no idea.”