Johnny Football (Patreon)

*** This is an old vignette from several years ago, so it might look familiar to some of you.  I meant to release it for everyone a while back, and then that plan totally fell off the radar.  With things still being a little hectic on the home front, this felt like a good time.  I apologize for the rehashed material...brand new stuff is on the way! ***

“Don’t forget, kid, we literally own you.  You’re more machine than person at this point.”  

Johnny balked.  He puffed out his solid chest and turned his nose up at the older man.  “Fuck you, Chuck.  I’m the only thing this shitty team has going for it.”  He motioned to his surprisingly handsome face, seemingly untouched from all the impacts he’d taken on the field over the years.  With his strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, and full head of chocolate hair, if Johnny hadn’t pursued football he could have gone into modeling.  “I’m your money-maker.”  

Chuck shook his head and sighed.  “No...you’re SUPPOSED to be my money-maker.  What you are is a failed experiment.  We put a lotta money into you and you’ve done nothing but let us down.”  

“Oh please,” Johnny scoffed, an arrogant smirk on his face.  “That tabloid shit brings ‘em in.  All press is good press, right?”  

At 22, Johnny was already making a name for himself, but not in the way the team had intended.  They’d scouted him young, just as he was graduating from high school.  Johnny had always been a gifted athlete, with natural good looks and even better abilities on the field.  He was exactly what they were looking for.  

Over the next several years the team’s owners spent a small fortune pumping him full of experimental technology.  Johnny was supposed to be the first in a new line of performance enhanced athletes.  The nanites injected into his bloodstream would make steroids and drugs a thing of the primitive past.  Instead of relying on hormones and relentless exercise, the microscopic machines could self-replicate to build and alter a person’s body at will.  

After enough injections the line where the person stopped and the machines began blurred, but the management didn’t care.  All they cared about was their seemingly perfect poster child.  Johnny was unstoppable on the field.  His six-foot frame moved like agile lightning, plucking the ball effortlessly out of the air and avoiding tackles left and right.  When he did take a hit, regardless of their size, the other player inevitably felt like they’d just slammed into a brick wall.  The handsome young man’s body was covered in sculpted, granite muscle.  He wasn’t big and burly, but with the nanites’ help he didn’t need to be.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his tapering torso or sturdy legs, and he recuperated at an impossible rate.  Where the rest of the team would be sore for days, Johnny would be up and around as though nothing had happened.   Pair all that with his unblemished face, and he was on track to be everything the team hoped for.  

The problems came from off the field.  Johnny quickly lost track of what and who were actually responsible for his success and let it go to his head.  He used his looks, complete with thick, seven inch cock, to plow through women nightly.  The young man drank recklessly and was constantly getting into fights at clubs, resulting in multiple brushes with the law.  Instead of attending practice, Johnny would be on the other side of the country rubbing elbows with celebrities and getting arrested in other states.  Despite his successes on the field, all anyone could talk about was his erratic behavior.  

“You’re a liability, Johnny.”  Chuck said calmly.  

“So what?”  the young man shrugged his broad shoulders.  “We both know you’ve pumped too much time and energy into me to fire me.”  

Chuck smiled and leaned back in his chair.  “Which brings us to my point.”  The older man reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a small tablet.  “Management’s been talking and we’ve come up with a solution that we think will be the best for everyone in the long run.  This way we’ll actually make MORE than originally planned since we won’t have to pay you, and you won’t wind up another burnt out former athlete with a broken body and no job.”  

“What the fuck are you talking about?”  

Chuck stood and walked around from behind his desk.  A former player himself, the older man still had a broad, heavyset body that towered over the arrogant young stud.  “You were right.  This,” he motioned to Johnny’s body, “is our money maker.  But it doesn’t have to do that on the field.  Not with the tech you’ve got inside you.”  

Johnny raised an eyebrow and crossed his strong arms over his burly pecs.  “And how is that gonna work?”  

“See, the one thing we’ve never been able to do with all these wonderful little machines is control your behavior.  We could build you that impressive body of yours, but the tech wasn’t there to mess with your head.  It was too risky.  Now?”  He spread his arms and shrugged.  “We’ve developed a new program that should let us.  And honestly, if it doesn’t work, who cares?  If you wind up a vegetable it’s a simple matter for you to have an unfortunate “accident” on the field.”  

Johnny’s eyes went wide.  “Whoa, Chuck, hold on a sec.  We can taaaaAAAAHHH!”  Before Johnny could finish, Chuck reached over and tapped the screen of the tablet, sending a jolt of white hot pain through his skull.  The young man’s vision blurred and he swayed on his feet, clutching at the sides of his head.  “What...what the fuck was that…” he said through gritted teeth when the room finally stopped spinning.  

“You can still talk!  That’s a good sign,” Chuck laughed.  

Johnny shook his head and blinked rapidly.  The pain had stopped, but something still felt off.  “Fuck this...I’m outta here,” Johnny said, turning on his heel to leave.  

“Stand right there.”  

As soon as the words left Chuck’s mouth, Johnny found himself rooted in place.  “Wha..?!”  He gasped, his muscular frame straining as he tried to force himself to move.  “Wh...why can’t I move?”  

“Turn back around.”  On command, Johnny turned back to face the older man.  “There we go.  See?  You’re our remote control robot, son.”  

“Fuck you!  I’m no one’s…” 

“Stop talking,” Chuck said with another sigh as Johnny’s mouth snapped shut.  The young man’s eyes were wide with fear and blazing with anger, but all he could manage was to stand in silent fury.  “I don’t think you fully grasp the reality of your situation, so let me show you.  Strip.”  

His eyes burning with rage, the buff young man peeled off his tight t-shirt, exposing the ripped, bulging torso underneath, while he kicked off his shoes.  Below the neck, his body showed no signs of struggle as his hands casually undid the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thick thighs.  Johnny’s long, thick hose and heavy balls flopped free when the light blue briefs joined his jeans on the ground.  He stepped out of the pile and pulled his socks off, leaving him frozen and naked in front of the other man.  

“If only we’d come up with this a year ago,” Chuck said, sounding wistful as he walked in a slow circle around the statuesque young man.  He gave Johnny’s firm, round ass a quick swat in passing.  “Still, not a total loss.  You may have let us down on the field, but your high profile antics are what gave us this idea.  There are plenty of men with a whole lot of money who are willing to pay for a crack at young, hung Johnny.”  Chuck laughed at the rapid rising and falling of Johnny’s perfect pecs as the young man heard what was in store for him.  “Even more so with what that tech swimming around in your blood makes possible.”  

Johnny watched Chuck tap the tablet again and found his voice.  “No!  No way!  There’s no way you’re pimping me out to a bunch of dudes like some fuckin’ hooker.  I’m not a faggggguuuuuhhh…”  Johnny barely registered Chuck tapping the tablet again before his knees went weak and his large cock rocketed to attention.  His vision seemed to blur again, and when it cleared he almost didn’t know who he was looking at.  Chuck was perfect.  Johnny’s eyes pored over the way the other man’s bulky body strained against his polo and tight slacks.  He could practically count the stubble on Chuck’s full cheeks and he found his eyes lingering on the older man’s mouth, contemplating what his lips would feel like.  It was like his body was primed to respond.  The scent of Chuck’s cologne mingled with a musky, pheromone smell that burned his nostrils and made his stomach flutter.  

“What were you saying?”  Chuck’s deep voice hit Johnny’s burning ears like music from the heavens.  It joined the swirling cloud of tiny details that were boring their way into the young man’s addled brain, pushing him over the edge.  

“OOOOaaaAAAHHHhhh!”  Johnny wailed as his untouched cock erupted.  He watched helplessly as it sprayed and sprayed, still completely overwhelmed by the older man’s presence.  

“Aw, I’m flattered,” Chuck laughed, sidestepping the sticky torrent.  

Johnny fought through the haze as best he could.  “What...what’s happening…” he managed to gasp.  

“I’m trying to make my point.  With the touch of a button I just turned you into a helpless, horny puddle whenever you’re around another man.”  Chuck walked over and stroked Johnny’s thick, brown hair, eliciting a loud whimper.  “As much as I like to think you’re doing this just for me, you’ll respond like this around any man right now.  All that internal wiring you’ve got?  All those hormones and nerve endings?  I can make them respond however I want.”  

Johnny only half heard what Chuck said.  The other man’s hand on his scalp was like a live wire.  Already his cock was twitching back to its full, rigid length.  “Pl...please…” he gasped.  “You ca...can’t…” 

“Leave you like that?  Actually, I have to.  At least for twenty four hours.  Too much flip flopping and changing the same thing around could be….risky.  Unless you want to risk staying like that forever?”  Chuck smiled at Johnny’s terrified look.  “Didn’t think so.  And I haven’t even gotten to the best part!  We can offer something truly unique.  Not only are you mentally pliable, you’re physically moldable, too.  You can be whatever the client wants you to be.”  

“Chuck...look...I’m sorry...you made your point!  I get it!  I’ll get my shit together...I...I promise…” Johnny’s chest continued heaving while he gasped out his apology.  

“Sorry, kid,” the older man said.  He put a hand on Johnny’s shoulder and watched the buff young man spasm from the contact of his rough palm on his bare skin.  “It’s too late for that.  Even if you hadn’t shit the bed so many times, the higher ups ran the numbers.  We’re going to make well above and beyond what you would have brought in on the field.  In fact, they’re thinking about going in another direction entirely.  Give it some time and you could be on a whole different team.”  

“UUUUUnnnngggggg…!”  Johnny arched his back and grunted when Chuck’s hand gave his firm cheeks another squeeze.  Ribbons of cum went arcing through the air as if Johnny hadn’t just shot a load minutes before.  If he wasn’t still rooted in place he would have been clawing hungrily at Chuck’s stocky body.  

“I know that look,” the older man chuckled.  “Sorry Johnny, I’m not on the menu.  But! There’s someone who was eager to help us test all this out.”  Chuck walked over to his desk and pressed a button on his phone.  “Kendal, come on in.”  

Johnny let out a pathetic whine when the blonde mountain of muscle walked in the room.  He hadn’t seen Kendal since their “accident” during practice the year before.  Johnny hadn’t wanted any competition for the quarterback position and made sure to permanently sideline the other man.  He hadn’t given it a thought since, but now his knees went weak just being in the presence of the burly blonde.  

Unlike Johnny, Kendal’s bulk was built the old fashioned way.  His superior build wasn’t cut and shredded like his enhanced teammate.  It bulged off him in rigid clumps, swallowing his neck and making it look like his square, flat face sat directly on his upper body.  “Hey Johnny,” Kendal smirked, looking the naked man slowly up and down.  “How ya been?  Good?  My knee’s doing better these days.  Not good enough to pick up where I left off, but at least I can walk on it now.”  

“Ke...Ken...I’m so...sorry man…” Johnny hissed breathlessly.  

Kendal ignored him and looked over at Chuck.  “So it works?  What’s wrong with him?”  

The older man nodded, crossing his arms.  “Looks that way.  I had to prove a point earlier...I wouldn’t stand directly in front of him,” the older man grinned, nodding towards Johnny’s long, oozing rod.  “He’s learning to appreciate his male peers in a whole new way.  Just being around other men is a little overwhelming right now.”  

“Yeah?”  Kendal grinned maliciously and peeled out of his tight t-shirt.  He flexed his hairy pecs and raised a meaty arm, causing the bicep to inflate.  “Whoa! He sure is!”  The stocky man’s eyes went wide when Johnny grunted and his still-untouched cock sprayed a third time.   “So how does this work?  What can I do to him?”  

“Anything you want, really.”  Chuck walked over and showed Kendal the tablet, motioning the screen and talking softly.  

“Guys...please…” Johnny begged.  His buff frame was drenched in sweat and he felt like he’d been working out.  “Don’t do this...please…” Kendal looked up at him briefly while the blonde man’s stubby fingers tapped the tablet screen.  Johnny felt another brief tingling in his head and throat in between his pleading.  “Please...oh fuck...please fuck me...pleeeeeaaase!”  Johnny was horrified when he heard the words and the sound leaving his throat.  Not only was he suddenly begging to be fucked, his voice had shot up several octaves.  

“Oh man, this is amazing!” Kendal clapped, loving the horrified look on his former teammate’s face.  

“Why...why don’t I have a cock in my mouth?!”  Johnny had intended to ask why he sounded the way he did, but that wasn’t the question that escaped his tingling lips.  

“We’re workin’ on it, sweetheart.”  Kendal sounded distracted as he looked back and forth between Johnny and the tablet.  “We can take care of that….you won’t be needing it….” 

Johnny gasped at the unexpected sensation of his aching cock going from rigid and throbbing to limp and soft in an instant.  All at once the tension released and his long hose swung and oozed between his sturdy thighs.  It seemed to grow as it did so, stretching lower and lower until it was impossibly long.  It dangled like a pendulum, well over a foot, swaying lifelessly as it continued to leak.  

“Always used to brag about your size and here it wasn’t even natural,” Kendal chided.  “How’s that feel now?  Still wanna brag?”  The burly man walked over and hefted the limp organ, letting it drop with a loud slap against Johnny’s frozen legs.  He did it over and over while Johnny moaned and whimpered, the leaking increasing to a steady stream.  “Take a gander at your new look while you’re at it.”  

“Whaaa….?!”  Johnny yelped when Kendal held up the blacked out tablet and he saw his reflection.  His handsome, proportional features now sported a set of huge, plump lips so large they looked surgically enhanced.  His former friend pulled the tablet away and pressed a thick finger against his altered mouth, and Johnny felt himself turn crimson when he instinctively slurped it in and started sucking eagerly.  

“Holy fuck this is fun,” Kendal sighed, sliding his finger in and out of Johnny’s mouth while the other man continued to whimper helplessly.  “Let’s see...how about…” 

Johnny felt another stab of fear when his ass started tingling.  He felt a quivering at his backside, followed by a strange sensation of pressure.  He tried to force his frozen hands to reach back and feel what was happening, but Kendal did it for him.  

“Oh shit!” The blonde man let out a loud laugh and cocked an eyebrow.  “That might’ve been too big.  Ah well, stuck with it for a while now.”  

Johnny’s heart started beating out of his chest when Kendal gave what should have been his firm ass a swat and he felt a sea of jiggling motion.  “Wha...when...when are you gonna put something in there?” He squeaked in his high new voice instead of asking what the other man had just done to him.  

“Take a look!”  Kendal pulled out his phone and snapped a picture to show the frozen man.  Johnny wanted to scream when he saw the round, gargantuan cheeks hanging off him in place of his firm bubble.  Like his lips, they looked so large that on someone else they would had to have been surgically created.  

“Oh...oh shit…” Johnny stammered, his high voice cracking.  “Those are…so hot…” he whined.  He’d wanted to say “horrible.”  

“Agreed,” Kendal nodded.  “We’re just about ready.”  The shirtless blonde tapped on the tablet a few more times before setting it aside and crossing his arms over his bulging pecs.  

Johnny was equally terrified and relieved at finding himself able to move again.  He lurched forward, wincing at the sensation of his inflated cock and backside swaying and bouncing in equal measure.  He blushed when his bare foot landed in the large puddle that had formed from his incessant leaking.  His head was spinning again, and as he looked back at Kendal he immediately knew why.  

Johnny didn’t wait.  His eyes traveled down the trail of hair that flowed from Kendal’s broad chest and over his firm stomach before disappearing into his jeans.  Memories of the blonde man’s naked body in the locker room surged to the forefront as he lunged forward and dropped to his knees.  His hands fumbled with Kendal’s fly while his lengthened cock rested limply on the floor, still pumping out the seemingly endless stream.  He tugged the other man’s jeans and briefs down in one motion, sucking the long, thick hose into his mouth on his way back up.  

“OOOooohhh yeah…” Kendal moaned, his cock throbbing to attention in Johnny’s new vacuum seal of a mouth.  He clutched at the kneeling man’s thick hair and jammed roughly inside.  

Johnny didn’t flinch.  The alterations hadn’t just been to his lips, but to his entire mouth and throat.  Instead of choking, he effortlessly slid his mouth back and forth, loving how the other man tasted and felt on his tongue.  He inhaled the musky scent emanating from Kendal’s blonde bush and buried his face against it, his hands kneading the other man’s ample backside.  

The part of Johnny that was still coherent knew this was something else that had been done to him.  He’d never sucked a dick before in his life, yet he knew exactly how to work the other man.  It occurred to him that if information could be inserted it could also probably be erased, but he couldn’t focus on that.  He couldn’t focus on anything but the electricity coursing through him.  It felt like he was cumming continuously now.  

“Not a bad warm up,” Kendal said smugly, eventually pulling his spit-slick cock away.  

“Kendal...oh shit man...please...fuck me…” Johnny was mortified to hear his high pitched begging, but he meant it.  His body was on fire with a new and desperate need.  He didn’t resist when Kendal roughly shoved him on the floor and flipped him over onto his stomach.  The other man guided him up onto his knees and there was another stab of embarrassment at the heavy, dangling he felt from his lifeless cock.  

That embarrassment was magnified when Kendal plunged inside and his limp hose started swinging wildly, flinging cum everywhere.  Johnny felt his inflated, pillowy rear squish and jiggle against Kendal’s firm stomach as the other man thrust deep and quick.  Like his mouth, his backside appeared to have been altered for this specific purpose.  There was none of the pain that his virgin hole should have felt, just blinding pleasure.  After a few minutes of wordless gasping, Johnny started letting out piercing shrieks of bliss.  He was humiliated at the sound but he couldn’t stop.  He gasped and grunted and wailed, his muscular body writhing like an ecstatic beast.  Kendal held on like a rodeo cowboy, his own grunts and moans drowned out by the altered man writhing on the end of his dick.  

“FFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck….” the stocky blonde finally hissed, giving one last thrust.  “Almost...makes it worth it…” he panted, making a few quick stabs to milk out every last drop.  

As soon as Kendal pulled out, Johnny landed on the floor in a heap.  His stomach was slick from the puddle of cum his flopping cock had left, but he didn’t care.  For a brief instant his fear was forgotten under the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over him.  Then he saw Chuck with the camera.  

“Very good, fellas!”  The older man clapped Kendal on a broad shoulder like the naked blonde had just scored a touchdown.  He looked down at Johnny with an approving nod.  “This is some good test footage.  We should have guys knocking down our door to get a crack at this.”  He showed some of the footage to Kendal, who beamed proudly, before nodding back down to Johnny’s prone form on the floor.  “Soon as you catch your breath, feel free to go for another round.  He’s stuck like this til tomorrow anyway.  Feel like changing anything else?”