How Much are Those Mutts in the Window? (Patreon)

“Guys...really?”  Brian groaned, blinking into the meaty shelf of a chest pressing against his face.  Already he barely remembered what it was like to have an entire bed to himself, before he’d brought the duo home and learned what it was like to wake up between a pair of muscled mountains instead of with his head on a pillow.  He tried to roll over and quickly found himself locked in place by not one, but two sets of girder-like arms that were nearly as big around as his trim waist.  “Why did I do this to myself…” he sighed, asking himself for the hundredth time since bringing the pair home exactly what he’d been thinking.  The other girder-like appendages currently digging against his stomach and back helped jog his memory.  

“Oh, right, that’s why,” he mumbled as he shivered at the sensation of the pair’s massive, rigid organs resting against him.  They dwarfed his own average rod, just as the hulking pair dwarfed everything else by comparison.  At just over six-and-a-half feet tall and nearly three hundred pounds of brawny muscle, they each had almost ten inches of height and well over a hundred pounds of bulk on him.  To say he was in over his head would have been an understatement.  

Brian had thought about taking the pair back when he discovered their pedigree.  He’d wanted a mix of Bro and Jock, and only one at that.  He’d never intended to come home with a pair, but when he saw the towering walls of muscle romping playfully with each other in their room he’d been hooked.  With their goofy grins and eager, cheerful attitude there was nothing to suggest they were anything other than what the man told him.  

They certainly fit the bill, physically speaking.  Broad shoulders, tapered waists, lantern jaws, powerful arms, tree-trunk thighs, large, solid rears, and a set of packages that bordered on the improbable, the duo combined the best elements of the Bro and the Jock.  They were big and built but also friendly and eager to please, exactly what Brian was looking for.  He just wanted a nice set of arms to cuddle into and a well-muscled body to play with, nothing that would be too high maintenance on his end.  But seeing Samson and Hercules so happy together, Brian couldn’t bring himself to split the pair up, not that it took much in the way of extra convincing after he watched the olive-skinned adonises flex and paw at each other.  He told himself two wouldn’t really be that different than one, and both Bros and Jocks were supposed to relatively easy to care for.  

It became quickly apparent that what he’d actually brought home was twice the work for himself.  Brian hoped the pair would keep each other entertained while he was out of the apartment, but the dark-haired studs were as incessant as they were insatiable.  They were also a bit more aggressive than their supposed breeding led him to believe.  He knew that when guys signed up for the process they could sometimes get multiple traits, and he’d specifically been looking for the laidback, Bro attitude with the impressive Jock body, but what he’d ended up with were a pair of Bro Alphas.  

It was an inherently difficult combination as the two traits were constantly at odds with each other.  One minute the pair could be lounging lazily around the apartment and then hear a sound that set them off as if they were in danger.  Without warning Brian would find himself scooped up into a pair of hulking arms and crushed beneath a brawny body as one or both of the men covered him like a Secret Service agent guarding the President.  And once the pair was revved up in such a manner, the only thing Brian could do to calm them down was distract them by working their always-eager rods.  This would inevitably lead to a fervor of another kind, and was the primary reason that Brian’s formerly tidy apartment was rapidly becoming a musky, stained pigsty.  Like everything else that had gone wrong with the pair, Samson and Hercules had the Alpha’s aggressive possessiveness but none of the breed’s usual perfectionist tendencies.  When it came to their living situation and hygiene, the pair were Bros through and through.  

“Guys...it’s time to get up,” Brian said, squirming against the arms holding his naked frame in place.  He’d already learned it was pointless to sleep in anything as he’d only wake up to find it missing.  “Guys...come on,” he said a bit louder.  

“MMMMmmmnnnphh…” Samson, the one whose massive pecs were currently trying to swallow Brian’s face, grumbled in his sleep and pulled the smaller man in tighter. 

“Sam...I mean it, we can’t...can’t stay in bed all day,” Brian stammered as the bigger man pumped his hips and worked the massive cock and heavy balls against his stomach.  

“Why not?”  Hercules cuddled closer from behind as Brian was pulled against Samson, throwing a meaty leg over both of them.  He leaned down and began kissing Brian’s neck while he slowly rubbed the smaller man’s stomach with a massive hand.  

“Herc...would you please tell your bro here to let me gooOOOHH…!”  Brian broke off in a gasp when Hercules’ hand swallowed his much smaller cock and began stroking.  He sighed, knowing it was pointless to try and pull away even if he’d wanted to.  “Guys...I’m happy to see you too, but...we don’t...always...hav...have to…” he was cut off when Samson leaned down and began working his wide, stubble-covered jaw and warm tongue across his smaller pecs.  Brian groaned quietly and stroked through Sam’s short, dark hair, surprised that he was actually second guessing the ability to wake up between two hulking, devoted studs.  They both grinned at his soft grunt when Herc finally pushed him over the edge, with Sam quickly shooting his head down to lap up the warm little puddle.  

Watching the big man eagerly lick his stomach clean, Brian couldn’t help but wonder what the two had been like before.  They had to have been smaller as the Bro and Alpha’s were almost unnaturally large, but he was more interested in their personalities.  Had they been smart?  Anxious?  Uptight?  Gay?  Straight?  Brian couldn’t wrap his head around who would willingly subject themselves to becoming little more than someone’s pet, but there was clearly no shortage as the adoption agencies were always near capacity.  

“Okay fellas...good job,” Brian said, injecting as much force into his tone as possible.  “But you need to let me up now.”  The two reluctantly relented, watching him with adoring eyes as he scampered off the bed and stretched.  “Good boys,” he smiled.  

“Are we gonna shower now?” Herc asked excitedly.  The eager brunette raised an arm and buried his nose in a musky armpit, his expression making it unclear whether he enjoyed or was embarrassed by the potent odor.  “I think I need to.”  

“Me too!” Sam said, hopping off the bed and grabbing Brian by the hand.  

“No, guys, we’ve talked about this, the shower isn’t big enough for…” Even as he protested, Brian found himself wedged in the small shower between the walking slabs.  There was barely enough room for him and one of them.  With both they literally spilled out, making a wet mess of the floor while he stood and helplessly let the two eager men scrub him down.  Only when they made sure he was clean did they focus on themselves, though they didn’t make it far before their attention inevitably fell to their still-aching beasts.  

“Keep it down, boys,” Brian chided as the two burly men began moaning a bit too loud.  He was taking the opportunity to get through as much of his morning routine as possible before their attention turned back to him, but it was a struggle not to stop and watch the exuberant display, their chiseled bodies glistening with water while Herc bent forward and Sam pumped frantically into him.  They didn’t bother toweling dry or even shutting off the shower when they were done, bolting towards the kitchen instead while they muscled each other out of the way to see who could get to the food first.  

Brian muttered under his breath as he followed behind and looked at his disheveled apartment.  Each of the burly brutes had their own bed, but already the large bean bags were showing signs of wear and were covered in ample stains from the frequent humping they received.  That had given Brian the most pause at first.  Watching the two gorgeous studs desperately hump a pillow in front of him, he couldn’t imagine ever opting for such a future, regardless of how nice a body it would have given him.  But the boys were nothing but giddy as their ample bottoms flexed and their trim hips rolled into the large bags instead of into whatever partners they used to have.  

Any hopes that the beds would spare the rest of his furniture were quickly dashed.  The first time he’d left the pair at home alone, he’d returned to find the couch a mess, a scattering of jockstraps all over the floor, as well as piles of his laundry that the men had brought out like a security blanket.  He’d also heard from several irritated neighbors that they’d yelled after him for nearly an hour.  It was a constant battle.  

He watched the naked giants wolf down their food, amazed that their bodies stayed in such perfect condition without rigorous hours at a gym.  “Alright, guys, I’ve gotta go to the grocery store if you want to keep eat…” 

“We’re going out?!”  Herc dropped the food from his hand and leapt across the room, shifting his weight from foot to foot like an eager puppy.  Sam followed right behind, his plump rear squirming with just as much excitement.  

Brian shook his head.  “I’m just going to run out real quick.  You two can stay…” 

“Noooo!  Dude!  Don’t leave!” Sam cried with a pained expression on his face.  The dark haired adonis looked like Brian had told him he was leaving for good.  

“Bro!  You can’t leave us!” Herc begged, his massive arms inflating as he clutched at his chestnut scalp.  “We’ll be good!  We will!”  

On cue, Sam stopped begging and darted over to grab their jocks, hats and leashes, and Brian couldn’t help but smile when the big man shoved the wrong hats on each of their heads.  The backwards baseball caps had the men’s names and addresses on them like a dog tag, but neither of them could read what was on them anymore.  Brian had given them each their own color, but a Bro’s memory was always spotty at best.  “See?  We’re good boys!”  

“I know I’m going to regret this,” Brian muttered as he motioned for the men to stand still so he could slip their jockstraps on.  It was all the pair wore out in public, and he’d had to pay extra for the modified pouches to contain their mammoth packages.  The altered garment also served as a means of control when Brian clipped the leashes to them since a simple tug would cause the pouches to painfully constrict around the pair’s gargantuan balls, or at least it was supposed to.  Given the Alpha in their lineage the pair actually seemed to like the pain more than fear it, which meant that taking the duo for a walk was always an adventure.  

Having successfully exited the apartment without issue, Brian was relieved that the current outing was going as well as it was.  They’d made it several blocks without either of the men getting distracted or trying to pull away.  They smiled and waved cheerfully at people who passed, and Brian was especially impressed that they’d only bristled and growled a little when they saw another Bro being walked on the other side of the street.  He watched their jutting pecs flex and puff out as they drew themselves up, but he was able to distract them with a few quick pats on each of their exposed rears to keep them moving.  At first, Brian had expected to be self conscious walking a pair of gorgeous, naked studs down the street on a leash, but it was so commonplace that after the first few outings he didn’t even give it a second thought.  They were even standing just outside a Bro park where a handful of mostly naked, well-built men romped after a football, making his pair seem entirely normal.  

“Hey, Brian!”  Brian gave the leashes a gentle tug and stopped at the familiar voice of his friend Chris coming down the sidewalk behind them.  He raised a hand to calm the pair when the two giants spun a bit too aggressively as the trim blonde jogged in their direction.  “I thought that was you.  Are these the new pups,” the lean man asked, giving a slow whistle as he looked the posturing beefcakes up and down. In nothing but his tiny running shorts Chris’s athletic build was an impressive sight on his own, but next to the brawny hulks he looked like he’d never touched a weight in his life.  

“Yep, this is Samson and Hercules,” Brian said, giving each of them a pat on the chest as he introduced the pair.  

“A little...big, aren’t they?” Chris asked, his eyes traveling back and forth between each of their imposing bulges and his friend’s slight frame.  

Brian rolled his eyes and nodded.  “Yeah...it was a total mistake.  They were supposed to be Bro Jock’s, but they’ve got some Alpha in there.  It makes things a little, uh, challenging.”  

“Uh-oh,” Chris laughed, “I think you just hurt someone’s feelings.”  

Brian’s stomach sank when he turned around and saw the slumped shoulders and sad expressions.  He was already so used to thinking of the two as little more than pets that he didn’t hesitate to talk about them like they weren’t there.  “Oh, no, guys, I’m…” 

“I’m gonna let you deal with this one,” Chris interrupted awkwardly.  “Nice to meet you boys.  We’ll have to get together and play sometime,” he waved before trotting off down the sidewalk.  

“You think we’re bad?”  Herc said, his lower lip extending in an exaggerated pout.  

“Did we do something wrong?”  Sam was no better, looking like he was about to start crying.  

Brian didn’t know what to do.  The chiseled studs, in nothing but their stuffed jockstraps and baseball hats, looked so pathetically sad that it was a jarring contrast.  “No!  No...I didn’t mean...you guys are great!”  he said, wrapping an arm around each of their trim waists to rub their lower backs.  “Of course I don’t think you’re bad.  I just meant that the store didn’t, uh, tell me how good you two really are,” he stammered, his hands sliding down to rub their muscled cheeks.  

It was already working.  “Yeah?” Sam asked, a bashful grin slowly creeping across his face.  

“Oh, buddy, yes,” Brian laughed, nestling his head against the bigger man’s chest.  “You two are perfect just the way you are.”  

“You are too!” Herc practically yelled, swallowing Brian in a crushing hug.  

The pinned man let Herc squeeze until he could hardly breathe.  “So can we keep walking to the store now?” he squeaked, slipping out of the meaty embrace.  He breathed a quick sigh of relief when the two nodded excitedly and started down the street again, grateful for having dodged that guilt-inducing bullet.    

Brian wished he could have dodged the next one as well.  They’d only made it half a block before Sam and Herc noticed the other Bros chasing after the football.  Whether because he’d just worked them up, or because the warm air and bright sun on their exposed skin had finally brought out their inner Jocks, the two darted towards the group without warning.  

“Fuck!” Brian yelped.  The supposed “restraining” jockstraps did nothing of the sort as the lean man was lifted off his feet with enough force to send him flying.  He lost track of the leashes and of the men themselves when his vision erupted into a flash of white hot pain as gravity caught up with him and the sidewalk took a big chunk out of his arm.  Brian was so dazed that he didn’t even realize he was being held in Sam’s arms until he heard Herc yelling next to them.  

“Hey!  Back off!  Don’t get any closer,” the brunette giant roared.  “He’s ours!”  

Brian shook his ringing head and put a hand on the barking man’s broad shoulder.  “Easy big guy,” he said, waving apologetically at the people coming to check on him.  “I’m fine,” he called.  “Just tripped and fell.  Sorry for these two...they’re a little protective.  We’re still working on that,” Brian said sheepishly.  He was grateful that the people seemed to understand as they reined in their own agitated Bros and gave him a wave.  The last thing he needed was to try and stop his bruisers from getting into a fight.  

“Okay Sam, you can put me down,” he said, wincing as he reached over with his scraped arm.  

“No!  You’re hurt!”  The dark haired man barked, his eyes wide with shock.  

“It’s just a scraped arm.  I’m fine,” Brian sighed as Herc stood with his back to them, constantly eyeing every passerby like a bodyguard.  “My legs still work.”  

“No! We have to get you home where it’s safe!”  Sam growled.  He took off at a brisk pace back towards the apartment as if Brian weighed nothing in his arms.  The smaller man tried to protest but the pair wouldn’t hear it, and he had to admit that a part of him was more than a little turned on at the way he was being manhandled.  It was a complete overreaction, but the duo’s devotion really was well intended, despite how embarrassed he was at being carried like an infant through his building.  

“Oooof,” Brian grunted when Sam roughly deposited him on the filthy couch as soon as they were back inside.  “Really, guys, it’s just a scratched up arm.  You don’t need to…” he started to get up but was shoved back down by Herc’s meaty hand on his chest.  

“We’ll take care of you!” the big man said with an eager smile.  

Before Brian could ask what that mean he felt a pair of hands fumbling with his fly and looked away from Herc just in time to see Sam strip his pants and underwear off in one swift tug.  “Hey!  You don’t need to get me naked to look at myyyyyy…!”  Brian groaned and arched his back as best he could against Herc’s grip when the dark-haired adonis dropped his head and swallowed the entirety of his twitching cock.   He started to ask what the two thought they were doing when it occurred to him that this was the only way they knew to “take care” of him.  “Just wanted to go to the grocery store,” Brian muttered, relaxing against Herc’s hand as Sam worked every inch of his aching cock.  

Brian never thought of himself as the kind of guy who liked it rough before, but after only a few weeks with the pair of Bros the prone man was more and more looking forward to times like this, when the two would decide to have their way with him.  He knew he was safe, that he could call it off if he really wanted, which meant he could relax and enjoy the thrill of Sam’s thick club pressing against his hole.  The dark haired giant could only work his cock for so long before his instincts took over, but Brian still let him grind his tented jock against him before allowing the frustrated hulk to take it off.  The same went for Herc, whose pouch he gnawed on while Sam hoisted his legs into the air, and whose balls he desperately sucked to muffle his cries when the other man plunged inside.  

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.  The two were a rolling sea of solid flesh and spasming cocks, a writhing collection of impulses and instincts that made every other sexual encounter pale in comparison.  Sam and Herc didn’t think about what they were doing; they simply acted.  They let their impossible bodies drive, not their brains.  They were forces of nature, leaving Brian to feel like he was being fucked by a hurricane.  Those moments were transcendent as he was able to forget everything else and exist on a purely physical level like his new friends, blurring the line between who was really in control of who.  

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“MMMmmm…” Brian groaned and blinked into the meaty slab of a chest pressing against his face.  He was wrapped in two sets of solid arms, his lean frame pinned between a pair of spent, massive cocks resting soft and heavy on his back and stomach.  He didn’t know which was more sore, his scraped arm or his pummeled rear, but after the hours of bliss he’d just experienced either one of them seemed like a fair price to pay.  

He still needed to go to the store and clean his apartment and complete a hundred other errands that had become exponentially more difficult with the naked giants currently taking up the entirety of his bed, but those could wait.  “Fuck it,” he yawned, settling into the muscled nest of massive arms and drifting back off to sleep.