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If Brad still had a dick he would have been rock hard.  As it was, the unfamiliar heat from between his legs was rapidly spreading to encompass the whole of his athletic frame.  He didn’t understand it.  Terrifying alterations aside, Sam had seen him naked so many times it no longer even registered when it happened.  Being caught in nothing but a pair of panties with his fat cock suddenly missing should have been embarrassing, but exposing his bare torso to his friend shouldn’t give him pause.   And yet, with Sam’s hands on his firm pecs, the stunned blonde felt the same thrill as when he got naked with a hookup for the first time.  Brad’s heart hammered in his confusingly-sensitive chest as his friend thumbed his hard little nipples, too overwhelmed by the odd sensations to even think of pulling away.

“Ohhhh, she loves having her titties played with,” the dark-haired jock whistled.  Brad heard the condescension oozing from Sam’s voice, but all he could do was gasp, eyes wide, lips pursing, while his friend smiled at him with an arrogant sneer.  Looking down, he could see the growing tent in Sam’s loose shorts, igniting the spreading warmth to an inferno of lust.  Brad was aware that his priorities were skewed, that he should be trying to figure out how to get his meaty package back, but he was buffeted by the other man’s suddenly imposing masculinity.  Instead of being irritating, Sam’s smug tone made Brad’s stomach flutter, as did the other man’s fit frame.  Every detail, from the rough stubble on his friend’s wide jaw, to the light dusting of chocolate hair that coated his pecs and abs, stood out like a beacon, and though Brad still knew he possessed most of those features himself, they seemed pitiful by comparison.  “There we go,” Sam cooed.  “That’s better, right babe?”

Brad swallowed hard, his head spinning.  He kept balling his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to reach out and grab Sam’s tapering waist.  “Du…dude…wait a sec…this is…” he started to stammer, his control slipping.

“Dude?” Sam interrupted with a laugh.  “You one of the boys all of a sudden?  Since when do you call me dude,” he asked, his hand slipping down to grip Brad’s solid bubble.  “Sounds weird coming out of that pretty mouth, babe.  Maybe we should use it for something else?”  He gave the blonde’s ample cheek a squeeze before pulling him close, grinding his growing tent against Brad’s hungry new orifice and mashing their lips together.  The shocked blonde put up a token resistance only for a moment before his new instincts took over.  He pressed the front of his panties against the tantalizingly solid lump in his friend’s shorts as he reached up to clutch Sam’s broad back, returning the kiss with equal ferocity.  The feeling of Sam’s hairy chest against his own hypersensitive slab caused him to whimper, as did the sensation of their mingled stubble scratching together.  Beyond the physical, the other man’s continued condescension made Brad’s knees weak.  His friend wasn’t asking, just acting, taking what he wanted from his friend as if it was a foregone conclusion.  The blonde hunk was used to acting in a similar way, but at the moment he couldn’t muster any of his former bravado.  He was rapidly discovering that he didn’t even want to.  He didn’t know what it meant that straight Sam was treating him like some random bar hookup, but that wasn’t Brad’s main concern.  “Dude…” Sam laughed again when he broke off the kiss, fixing the flustered blonde with an amused look.  “You’re cute when you say it, though.  Give me another one…pretend you’re hanging out with me and the guys.  Let’s hear it, ‘man’,” the olive-hued jock grinned.

“What do you mean ‘if’ I was hanging out with you guys?  Bro, we hang out all the tiiiii…” Brad broke off in a gasp when Sam’s hand slid around from his muscled globes, a pair of fingers slipping in through his recently acquired opening.  His own clutching digits dug into the back of other man’s shoulders for support as his legs quivered, an explosion of bliss erupting up his spine.  An avowed top, the buff blonde had never felt anything like it.  He’d fucked plenty of guys in the course of his twenty five years, but he’d never had anyone else inside him, and certainly not like this.  He could feel his eyes bulging as he gawked at Sam’s smug grin, but all he could do was whimper and spasm.  “Oh fuh…fuuuck…” he whined.

“Bro’s a good one,” Sam purred, rooting deeper before pulling out and tugging his friend’s panties down altogether.

Brad’s now-sensitive chest heaved as he landed on the mattress, his muscled frame vibrating with anticipation while he watched Sam slowly strip out of his tented shorts.  The sight of the other man’s thick, bobbing cock, and the overwhelming desire to have it inside him, hit the flustered blonde like a physical blow, knocking the air out of his lungs.  He kept looking back and forth between Sam and himself, his head spinning faster at the discrepancy between what he saw and what he felt.  Other than the jarring alteration between his legs, the rest of Brad’s chiseled frame looked exactly as it should.  Even his sculpted pecs, though confusingly reactive, were every bit as firm and prominent as they’d always been.  Brad was normally the kind of guy who’d bare the tanned mounds at a moment’s notice, but now having them uncovered came with the same kind of rush he used to get from whipping his missing cock out.  More than anything, he wanted Sam on top of him, to keep playing with his chest while he jammed his fat log into his ravenous new entry as deep as it would go.

The strange desire was a hot knife through Brad’s lustful haze.  He’d always prided himself on not being one of “those” gay guys.  He could fit in seamlessly with Sam and his straight friends.  Put him in a lineup, and Brad knew that no one would ever be able to pick him as the gay one.  More often than not he was the one flinging a homophobic insult at someone, not his friends, and he wouldn’t even hook up with guys he viewed as being even remotely feminine.  Though they most likely viewed themselves in the same way, Brad even felt superior to his passable partners since he was the one fucking them, not the other way around.  So to have his desires, not to mention his body itself, rebuilt and rewired was more than he could wrap his head around, especially with the way Sam was treating him.  He’d been friends with the other man for years.  They had the kind of rough-and-tumble, wingman bromance that Brad shared with all the guys in their circle of friends.  They knew the handsome blonde was gay, but since he never talked about it with them, and because he didn’t act “too gay”, they’d accepted him as one of their own.  Likewise, Brad knew how attractive Sam and his friends were, but he didn’t want to upset the delicate balance, either internally or externally.  He felt that if he admitted to himself that he found the group attractive it would mean a loss of standing.  In his mind, it would set him apart and a notch below the others.  Instead, he recreated that dynamic in his hookups, only seeking “masc4masc” and guys who he could at least pretend with.

Whenever a femme guy would approach him, it actually made Brad furious.  He wasn’t one of them, and he took it as a personal insult that they thought he was.  Where most guys would just ignore unwanted advances on the apps, Brad would respond with vicious aggression, a pattern of behavior that landed him in his current predicament.  He still didn’t know how Jonah was doing any of this.  The other man, if that’s what he even was, seemed to know where he was at all times as if he was watching him.  He knew every intimate detail of Brad’s past and present, including what buttons to push to set the blonde stud off.  And every time Brad lost his temper, there was a price.

Somehow, Jonah could commandeer his body.  Brad laughed it off the first time he’d been threatened with it, until, as warned, his thick cock went rigid.  And stayed that way.  For two days he’d been forced to waddle around and hide with an unyielding girder and a frustrating inability to relieve the growing pressure.  No amount of jerking off would push him over the edge, and then when he finally did he couldn’t stop.  Jonah had decided to flip things, and though Brad’s cock wasn’t permanently hard, it would spring to life and erupt without warning.  When Jonah had grown bored with that torment, he’d then shot the blonde jock’s booming voice up several octaves.  For nearly a week Brad kept his mouth shut, feigning laryngitis for fear of someone hearing his chirping new tone.  After that he learned to play along.  When Jonah told him to go out and buy the panties to replace his boxer briefs, he’d grudgingly complied.  He’d told the people at the store that it was for a girlfriend, and he’d even managed to convince Sam that it must have come from one of the dark-haired hunk’s frequent hookups when he accidentally let it get mixed in with the laundry.

Brad kicked himself for not seeing the next phase coming.  He was mortified at walking around in public with nothing but a lace thong failing to contain his girthy package.  He thought his embarrassment at the constant threat of being caught would be enough, especially while working out, but Jonah wanted him to take it further.  Brad was supposed to strip down in the locker room like he used to and give everyone a look.  For a split second he considered it, telling himself that he could play it off as a dare, but then his anger kicked in.  He’d told Jonah to fuck off and braced himself for the worst, only to go through the rest of his lifting routine without issue.  It wasn’t until he made it back home and started to undress that everything turned upside down.

Brad darted to his phone upon discovering his now-empty panties only to find a parting message from Jonah waiting for him in the app.  “You want masc guys, you can have ‘em.  And then some.  Don’t be surprised if they act a bit more butch than usual around you,” it read. “I think I’ve wasted enough time, though.  It’s been fun, but I’m starting to get bored.  Don’t worry…you won’t have that problem.  Enjoy!”

Now, here Brad was, trying to figure out why his straight friend was treating him like one of his many conquests, and why he liked it so much.  Though the questions became a secondary concern as soon as Sam was on him.  The dark-haired man dropped his lips to Brad’s chest, causing the tanned stud to arch his back and writhe as soon as the stubble-covered chin made contact.  Seizing his opportunity, Sam turned Brad’s whimper into a wailing howl when his thick cock met the arching hips and plunged inside.

The penetrated pretty boy was beyond words.  He could hear his moans bouncing off the walls, but he couldn’t stop himself.  Having Sam’s muscled frame on top of, and inside, himself was like being connected to a live wire.  With each roll of his trim hips, the other man sent a lightning bolt of ego-obliterating bliss.  All around him, Brad could feel the walls he’d so carefully built start to crumble.  The dance of performative masculinity he’d been so wrapped up in his whole life suddenly seemed pointless in the face of such ecstasy.  He tried to cling to the scraps of his macho, masculine identity out of instinct, but already his hold was slipping.

When he finally popped around Sam’s expert cock, Brad felt like his body was turned inside out.  It was as if every muscle went limp and flowed out through his stuffed entry, making each and every one of his brief, previous eruptions pale in comparison.  He almost felt bad when his friend had one of those quick little explosions a few moments later, now knowing what the other man was missing out on.

“Whooooo,” Sam whistled, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to Brad.  The blonde jock was surprised when the other man slipped an arm under him and pulled him close, but he went along with it, absently tracing his fingers through the wiry hairs on Sam’s chest.  “You make the cutest faces when we do that, babe,” Sam said, turning his face to give Brad a quick peck on the forehead.

The brawny blonde blushed.  The earlier anxiety he felt had more room to creep back in now that the lustful haze was fading.  The questions he’d ignored earlier fought their way to the surface, but it quickly became apparent he wasn’t going to get any answers.  “Dude…why do you keep calling me…”

Sam’s brow furrowed as he shook his head.  “Alright, enough with the ‘dude’ stuff.  It’s cute every now and then, but don’t get the wrong idea.  I don’t actually want to fuck one of the guys.”  Brad didn’t know what to say.  His friend’s reaction only left him with more questions.  If he wasn’t ‘one of the guys’ anymore, what was he?  To Sam, the matter was apparently settled.  He slid his arm free and rolled off the bed, slipping back into his boxers while Brad reluctantly pulled on a fresh pair of purple lace.  He kept fighting the urge to reach up and cover his bare chest as Sam grinned at him, not used to feeling so exposed and self conscious with his pecs on display.  There was a stab of jealousy as he watched Sam’s casual demeanor and it occurred to him that his careless, shirt-free days were over.  This was driven home when the other man gave his nipples a final squeeze, making Brad’s knees buckle, before nodding down at his discarded shorts.  “Just throw those in with the rest of the laundry when you do it,” he said, heading for the bedroom door.  Without looking back, he added, “And put something sexy on.  The guys are coming over in a bit and they’re going to want some eye candy.”