New Faith, Inc.: Discipline (Patreon)

“NNnngg…!”  Colt spasmed, instinctively clutching the seat of the hard plastic chair as his cock exploded yet again.  He blushed at the spreading warmth, the front of his pants already soaked through by the potent releases.  They’d started almost as soon as he’d sat across from the gorgeous, naked figure on the other side of the desk, and while they were a clear sign that he was in over his head, the flustered man couldn’t bring himself to leave.  As odd a sensation as it was, Colt just wanted to be close to the radiant hunk poring over the paperwork.  The random orgasms weren’t happening in a vacuum, but were accompanied by visions of himself splayed out before the striking figure.  Though he’d never thought about another guy in such a way, Colt suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to writhe on the handsome man’s gorgeous, massive cock, or to get his lips around the luscious organ and suck it dry.  He wanted to be stripped down and taken right there on the desk, to be fucked until he was hoarse from screaming and blacked out from exhaustion.  Despite being fully aware of his own impressive features, the handsome former-jock felt small and ugly compared to the other man’s transcendent beauty.  His own thick, golden hair, square-cut face, broad shoulders, and lean, defined build were as nothing compared to the shining beacon of lust that loomed just a few feet away.  Colt’s toned pecs heaved as he stared, the pressure already building again.  “Oh...oh god…” he whimpered, clutching the uncomfortable chair ever tighter to keep from pumping away on his aching rod.

Gnareth looked up at the sound, his slight grin pushing the young man over the edge again.  “Sorry, I forget how overwhelming it can be for you mortals sometimes,” the incubus said.  He took a deep breath as Colt came again, pulling the spurting liquid through the young man’s pants with the inhalation.  The cum floated up into the air, crossing the short distance over the desk and into Gnareth’s eager mouth.  “Actually, it’s a shame to waste this.  Why don’t you go ahead and make yourself more comfortable?”

“O...okay…” Colt nodded quickly, his hands fumbling the soaked pants open.  Instead of just pulling his rigid cock free, the lean blonde stripped out of them and his underwear entirely.  He hesitated for a moment before doing the same with his fitted t-shirt, an embarrassed, exhibitionist thrill shooting through him as he squirmed, naked, under Gnareth’s gaze.  The smug pretty-boy wasn’t used to feeling so anxious at being exposed, but then again he’d never felt half the sensations he’d encountered since stepping into the New Faith, Inc. offices.

“That’s better,” Gnareth said, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him.  “So, here’s the deal.  Surprisingly, it doesn’t look like you have enough of a karmic load for a complete overhaul on your own.  Don’t get me wrong, totaling a stranger’s car while driving drunk made a pretty big deposit, but since no one got hurt things were mitigated a bit.  You’re entirely full of yourself, not to mention a complete and utter douchebag, if you’ll pardon my saying so.  I have no doubt that you’d stack up quite the account in no time, however, at the moment, things are looking a little sparse.”

“What...what does that mean,” Colt stammered, his eyes going wide when he realized he’d started jerking off at some point.  “Please...I don’t want to go to jail.  I feel bad about the accident, but no one got hurt!  The judge is just being a dick and trying to make an example.  I’m...I’m only twenty five...this shit is going to haunt me fooooOOOOHHHHH...forever…” Colt panted, watching his unfettered eruption rocket into Gnareth’s mouth.

The incubus licked his full, crimson lips and smiled.  “I didn’t say we couldn’t help.  You might not have enough karmic debt on your own at the moment, but we can always supplement with other forms of currency.”  Gnareth spun the papers and pushed them towards the naked hunk, tapping the signature line.  “Your carefree, undisciplined attitude doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors, so we’d be happy to take that sunny outlook off your hands.  Things might not be as much fun going forward, at least not in the way you’re used to, but you won’t be in jail.  And a little discipline never hurt anyone.  All you have to do is sign here.”

Colt didn’t like the way any of that sounded, but refusing was out of the question.  Between his inability to even think about saying no to Gnareth and his fear of facing the consequences for his actions, any alternative was preferable.  He didn’t know what a more disciplined outlook would entail, nor did he know the specifics of where he’d end up, and ultimately it was a moot point.  As soon as he’d entered the stark, black and white office it was already too late.  His hand shook as he leaned forward to sign the papers, his signature going sideways when he was interrupted by yet another eruption.  “So...so what do I do now,” he panted, wishing it was his tongue licking Gnareth’s lips clean and not the incubus’.

“Nothing at all.  The process has already started,” the gorgeous figure said, scooping up the papers and stacking them on the desk.  He smiled at Colt’s loud moan when he stood and wagged the rigid club standing out from between his perfectly shaped legs.  The thick organ had to be close to eleven inches, almost twice as large as the younger man’s.  “You like what you see?”

Colt licked his lips and nodded, his mouth going dry.  He couldn’t take his eyes off the captivating cock, but from his periphery he could see the office fading to darkness around him.  The inky void crept in from the edges, first swallowing the view of the city through the windows, then steadily drawing closer until he and Gnareth seemed to be floating in a sea of nothing.

“Then let's give you one of your own,” the incubus purred, cocking his head to the side and tapping his chin as he looked Colt up and down.

“Whaaaa…!”  Colt gasped as his comparatively average rod suddenly swelled and pushed outward, his balls dropping heavily.  Against his lean, tapering frame the girthy beast looked impossibly large.  “What...what did you just do?!”

“We’re remaking you,” Gnareth said, as if it should have been obvious.  “We can’t do that without rearranging the furniture, as it were.”  He stepped forward and batted their now-huge clubs together, giving a short laugh at the other man’s sputtering moan.  “You straight ones are my favorite.  The confusion you feel at your reaction to me just makes it all taste that much better.  And when we take it away…” Gnareth sighed and rolled his head on his chiseled shoulders, a look of pure contentment on his face.

Colt experienced the opposite.  The shell-shocked pretty-boy was still trying to come to terms with his massive new endowment when a flood of strange new memories and desires poured into his brain.  Instead of nightly hookups with an ever-changing array of women, the tight blonde now saw himself with a colorful cast of only men.  “Fuuuh….fuck!  What the fuck?!”  Colt groaned, his body lighting up as he relived the encounters at a rapid fire pace.  In a matter of moments the formerly straight stud had a lifetime of experience topping, bottoming, and everything in between.  “Did...did you just make me gay?!” he cried, overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of fresh recollection.  He’d had plenty of experience with women before, but now it seemed that his encounters with men were truly endless, his already-potent libido ramped up to an uncontrollable degree.

“Very,” Gareth purred.  He ran a finger through the shallow valley between Colt’s modest pecs, basking in the blonde’s stunned expression.  “What can I say?  I can’t help what I am.  Seems like such a waste to let this brawny new body of yours go without a desire to use it.”

“Brawny?  What are you talking aboooOOHHH!”  Colt broke off in a guttural grunt, arching his back in a tense spasm as his body began to inflate.  It started at the chest Gnareth toyed with, the toned pecs inflating like balloons.  Once the oversized shelf had settled into a pair of jutting mounds the growth spread to his shoulders, forcing them further apart and piling on layer after layer of muscle until they overflowed, the excessive flesh spilling down to swallow his expanding arms.  It fell like a waterfall down his tapering stomach, the tight washboard cresting outward into a lumpy, shredded muscle gut that acted as a perfect counterbalance to the massive, muscled globes that replaced his perky bubble.  His toned thighs shot towards each other, growing wide and solid above his rocky calves and thrusting his hefty equipment forward.  Throughout it all Colt could feel his face changing, the tingling at his jaw a sign of it’s widened shape, just as the slight vibrations at his nose and forehead told him both were expanding to match.  He could feel more of a breeze on his scalp as his thick, golden mane settled into a cropped high-and-tight, completing his new meathead appearance.  “WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!,” Colt roared, surprised by the depth and bass of his voice.

Gnareth took a step back and surveyed his work with a satisfied smile.  “Discipline, remember?  This part might feel weird.”

Colt gasped and stumbled as the head that had just stopped spinning started a fresh rotation.  Instead of just new hookup partners, this time the memories encompassed everything.  Instead of partying, drinking and fucking every night, Colt now saw himself working.  When he wasn’t in class or studying he was at the gym, and when he wasn’t at the gym he was preparing his meals with meticulous attention to macros and nutrients to maintain his massive size.  He still fucked often and vigorously, only now it was less for the joy of it and more to satisfy his relentless cravings.  As Colt watched his career take off and his wealth pile up, that lack of joy began to permeate everything.  He had a fancy house and an expensive car and a luxurious new lifestyle, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t doing it for himself.  He now worked countless hours in the office to support the expenses that had grown in time with his body, only he wasn’t the one that reaped the rewards.  And as he watched the straining suit begin to appear around his massive new body, the darkness slowly fading, he realized he didn’t even want to.  There was a time when the old Colt would have viewed such a lavish existence as a dream come true, but not the new one.  Colton lived to work; he didn’t have time for pointless endeavors like partying or laying around by a pool, not when he had someone to support.

That last thought made him pause.  Colton blinked and shook his head, momentarily confused why he was sitting in a large leather chair behind a broad, mahogany desk.  He spun, not sure why he was expecting to see another person in his office, or why the sight of his mountainous frame threatening to explode out of his suit seemed odd.  The thin button-down could barely contain his piston arms, the wide tie still looking small as it nestled between the heaping pecs that were outlined in perfect detail, down to the nubby nipples poking against the white fabric.  The same went for the bulging muscle gut that seemed just on the edge of popping the straining buttons, and the slacks that looked like leggings stretched around his trunk-like thighs.  Colton felt himself blush when he looked at the obscene bulge that might as well have been see-through based on the way the material clung to it, but his attention was quickly drawn to his imposing face.  The sharp features and stern expression seemed out of place.  It all did.  The potent stink of exaggerated masculinity hung about him like a cloud, and in that moment Colton couldn’t remember why it all felt so wrong.

Until he heard the voice.  “Coooooooolton,” a man whined from behind.  The muscled bull tore himself away from the reflection that seemed to hover over the skyline beyond his window, his stomach fluttering at the sight of the wiry brunette waiting for him.  The man appeared to be about his age, with a shaggy mop of chocolate hair, a sweet, boyish face, and a lean, defined frame that filled out his fitted tank-top and chino shorts with just enough muscle to be eye-catching.  “When are you finally going to call it a day?”

The now-larger man blinked and shook his head, the old Colt surging back to the surface at Noah’s sudden appearance.  It all made sense.  Noah was the person he’d hit, and Colt realized just how his karmic debt was being erased.  His sudden drive, his desire to work, his excessive libido, and his need to take care of someone all had the same end goal in mind.  It occurred to Colt in that moment that all he’d done was swap one type of cell for another, a meaty shell of muscle and lust named Colton instead of concrete walls and iron bars.  “Noah, I told you.  I have a board meeting in an hour.”  He looked over at the clock that read 6pm, knowing he’d been at the office since 6am.  It was his usual schedule.

“I know, but I’m bored,” the smaller man pouted.

Colton sighed and picked up his phone.  “What are Mark and Lance doing?  I can have you all flown out to the island for the night...I can even throw in some ‘company’ if you want.”  The bigger man shivered when Noah walked over and put his hand on his own calloused mitt, pushing the phone back down.

“I don’t want the island or the boys...I want some ‘us’ time,” Noah said, grabbing Colton’s tie and pulling the wall of muscle out of the chair.  He put a finger on the suited blonde’s lips when the other man started to speak, his free hand reaching down to knead Colton’s prominent bulge.  “Everyone but security is gone for the day, and I locked your door on the way in.  Come on...let me help you get ready for your meeting,” he purred.

Colton’s mammoth pecs were heaving, his pants already around his ankles.  Instead of his usual boxer-briefs this new version of himself wore a cherry jockstrap that his fat cock had already sprung out of, and even now the old Colt felt an embarrassed rush at the thought of being stripped and hard in his office.  The sensation didn’t last long before an odd familiarity crept in, bringing with it countless memories of himself and Noah in a similar situation.  The toned brunette loved watching Colton’s mammoth muscle strut around his office in nothing but a dress shirt and tie, and no matter how embarrassing the blonde bodybuilder found it all, he couldn’t do anything but humor his adorable lover.  That was how their dynamic worked.  No matter what Colton would have preferred, whatever Noah wanted was how things went.  The towering blonde may have been a force to be reckoned with in the business world and at the gym, but when it came to the two of them he was the ultimate sugar daddy.  He might bark occasionally, but never bite.  Not unless Noah wanted him to.

“Happy now,” Colton asked after a few minutes of posing and sauntering around the office with his exposed lower half and rigid beast.  “I really do have things I should be getting ready.”

Noah snapped a few pics and shook his head.  “You always over-prepare for those meetings.  You can wrap those guys around yooouuuoohh!”  The smaller man yelped when Colton lunged forward and easily scooped him up, carrying him over to the large leather sofa before gingerly setting him down and looming over him.

There were no words after that.  The old Colt could only watch as his new self worked over every inch of Noah’s defined frame.  He felt like he should be disgusted when he stripped the smaller man naked and buried his widened face between his new lover’s solid little cheeks, but all he could feel was the burly blonde’s overwhelming lust.  He shared Colton’s love for the musky aroma and salty taste.  He felt the same thrill at the thought of staring out at the board members with a face that had just been wedged into another man’s ass, wondering if they’d be so intimidated if they knew.  When he’d finally loosened Noah up enough to take his fat club, Colton worked it in with the same disciplined precision that he approached all his tasks.  Like the dutiful, thorough worker that he was, he knew just how to light the smaller man up, and he realized that Noah’s ecstatic expressions were the only moments of true joy he’d get to experience in this new world.

They were enough, especially considering how often they happened.  Colton’s libido was inexhaustible, but Noah was all too happy to try.  And when he ran out of steam, he’d bring his friends over to take advantage of the blonde’s impressive physique and boundless energy.  After that it was back to the gym and back to the office and back to work.  It was a life of long hours and toil for rewards that he didn’t get to enjoy himself, but Colton wasn’t in it for the rewards.  He was too disciplined to worry about things like time off or vacations.

Noah could have all those things, as long as he got Noah when it was all over.