Giving It Up (vignette) (Patreon)

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or offended.”  Looking Brian’s brawny, pacing frame up and down I wanted to be the former, but my defensive brain kept insisting on the latter.  I’d been suspicious from the start considering how vague he’d been on the details, he’d only said that he needed my “help with something,” and now I had a better understanding of why.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to jump at the opportunity, I’d fantasized about similar scenarios for years, but it was that exact desire holding me back.  It all seemed too good to be true.

He shook his head, his bright brown eyes going soft.  “Offended?  No, dude.  I’m not fuckin’ with you, honest.  I know how this sounds…I know this was a lot to drop outta nowhere…but you’re the only person I’d ever trust with something like this.”

Lucky me.  His bashful smile was like a fluttering fist to the gut.  It occurred to me that I was seeing Brian’s handsome, chiseled face looking embarrassed and insecure for the first time in our decade of friendship, with the promise of more to come if I would only agree.  I knew he was telling me the truth, that he wasn’t just trying to get me to agree so he could pull the rug out in some “gotcha” moment, but it was still a lot to take in.  “Out of nowhere doesn’t quite cover it,” I laughed, sitting forward on the couch and trying to rub the surprise from my face.  “What brought this on?”

“Fuck, man, I don’t know,” he sighed, his massive shoulders slumping.  “It’s like we talked about…maybe the reason I can’t get any of these relationships to last is because I don’t really want them to?  I mean, yeah, the sex is fun…or at least it was…but I’m thirty six and still just jumping from chick to chick?  Nothing’s ever felt ‘right’ and now I think I know why.”

Like most of the conversation, Brian’s comment about the number of women he’d been with over the years didn’t even begin to cover it.  As a 6’3” tower of smoldering muscle, my friend had been with more people than anyone else I knew, gay or straight.  He fucked like it was his job, and based on what I’d heard from some of my lady friends who’d been lucky enough to hook up with him, he excelled at his work.  So to hear him suddenly say he was bored with it all, and that he wanted to try something new, was a bit of a shock.  “And this is all because of Amanda?”

“Not ‘because’ of her.  Like, I’m not doing this ‘cause I’m broken up over it or anything.  She just made me connect some of the dots.  I told you about the kinda shit she was into.  First time I’ve ever been ordered around like that and it was…” he trailed off, his beefy arms inflating as he blushed and ran his hands over his buzzed scalp.  The motion caused his straining t-shirt to lift and expose the elastic band of his boxer-briefs, poking up above his shorts as it clung to his firm abs, another reminder of what could be mine if I agreed to help.  “It was embarrassing as hell, but fuckin’ hot.  And new.  And fun.  For the first time in forever I didn’t feel like I was just going through the motions.”

I wasn’t entirely surprised at that part.  A big, beefy meathead like Brian, who’d been a lifelong jock, was exactly the kind of guy to burn out on his toxic masculinity.  He was also gorgeous, straight and white, so of course the sensation of being powerless would strike him as novel, even if he was the one voluntarily giving up that power in the first place.  Which is where my hesitation comes in.  I’ve always been attracted to him, so while this could end up as nothing more than a fun experiment on his end, it could lead somewhere entirely different for me.  “I guess I’m still just not super clear on where I come in?  Why not just stick with Amanda?”

“Because I…look, she’s great, but I think I want a guy to…I don’t know…it seems like with a dude it’d…” he trailed off, once again looking more nervous than I was used to seeing.

I decided to push.  “Kinda hard for me to help out if you can’t even tell me what you want,” I said, my eyes locked on his.  “Not ‘a guy’ or ‘a dude’, either.  What do you want ME, specifically, to do?”

There was a long pause as he squirmed.  “Take charge.  Tell me what to do, what to wear, how to act…make me feel small and helpless.  I wanna feel cheap and used and humiliated.”

I couldn’t help but notice the way the front of his shorts twitched as he spoke.  It was a shared affliction.  “I don’t know if that’s really in my wheelhouse.  I care about you…I don’t want to be mean to you, you know?”

“That’s exactly why I need you!  Most of the guys I know would never even think of doing this, and the ones that did would only be doing it to get back at me for something.  But I know you won’t make me do something that’ll land me in jail or the hospital or get me fired.”  Brian’s smile sealed the deal as he continued.  “And I want this to be fun for you too.  I never thought I’d be into this sorta thing either, so you might surprise yourself.  Either way I promise to make it worth your while,” he practically purred.

I let out a long, slow breath, feeling just as nervous.  “You’re really selling it, I’ll give you that.  So where does the magic rock come in?”  I nodded over at the faceted, purple crystal sitting on his coffee table, surprised at the entirely normal way I’d asked the question.  It had been sitting like a fancy golf ball, unaddressed throughout the entire conversation save for a quick mention during Brian’s initial unburdening.  It sounded crazy, but after everything else I’d just heard, sure, a magic crystal.  Why not?

“We’re supposed to hold it while we both agree and it’ll ‘bind’ us together or something.  It’s what’s going to make it impossible for me to tell you no, which is why I can only do this with someone I trust,” he said, as if the words made any sense.  “I know that sounds nuts, but otherwise I might back out or let my embarrassment get to me, but that’s the whole point, right?”

I chose to write it off as just another part of the whole roleplay scenario and nodded.  If he was going to trust me, then I needed to do the same for him.  No relationship comes without risk, and regardless of where things ended up it was promising to be a wild ride.  “Alright then…I guess let’s do this.”

Brian was like an excited kid as he hauled me up off the couch, eagerly grabbing the stone with his other hand, an ear-to-ear smile on his face.  He dropped the surprisingly heavy crystal into my palm before swallowing my hand with one of his giant, calloused mitts.  I put my other one on top, which was then buried again until we stood staring awkwardly at one another with a tangle of fingers between us.  Despite not believing that anything was really about to happen, my heart was racing and I had to fight to keep from trembling.  Brian’s hands were massive against my own, his looming tower of muscle making me painfully aware of my much more average build.  I was vaguely in shape and nearly as tall as my friend, but in the moment I was the one who felt small and powerless, not the other way around.

He squeezed my hands, the facets of the crystal digging into my palm as he spoke.  “So you agree to the deal and will take the control that I willingly give up?”

“I…yes, I will,” I said, cutting myself off when I started to say “I do” like we were getting married.  I didn’t know what to expect, but the lack of any kind of response from the stone in no way dulled Brian’s excitement.

“Awesome, man.  You won’t regret it, I promise,” he said, clinging to my hands for another moment before letting go and taking a step back.

I gave the purple stone another once over for any subtle or remote signs of a change, and finding none I set it on the mantle to turn my attention to Brian.  Deciding to dive right in, I stepped forward and slipped my hands up under his t-shirt, slowly running my fingers along his smooth muscle.  “So this is all mine now,” I asked, running my thumbs over the solid little nipples that hung off the edges of his plump, prominent pecs.  He let out a quiet sigh at the sensation, but I slid my hands back down and around to grip his meaty, ample rear.  “Let me rephrase that…this is all mine now,” I said, a statement, not a question.  To emphasize my point I brought my hand around to squeeze his tented bulge, eliciting a fresh round of blushing and a quick nod.  “Then tell me,” I said, already feeling an intoxicating rush of power.  There was a part of me that rejected the urge and felt guilty for objectifying my friend, but then I remembered that was exactly what he wanted.

“It’s yours,” he stammered, his large hands hovering at his sides while I kneaded his rigid cock through his shorts.  I pulled the zipper down and slipped a hand in through the fly to get a better feel of the aching organ through the soft cotton of Brian’s underwear.  Given his overall size he’d always lamented that the precise poker topped out at just over five-and-a-half-inches, but it felt perfect to me and he’d always bragged that he knew how to use every inch of it.  Like I mentioned before, friends had confirmed the boasting, and now I was looking forward to experiencing that for myself.

Eventually.  We had nothing but time, so there was no need to rush.  I pulled my hand free and sat back down on the couch, motioning for him to unlock and give me his phone.  “You won’t need this when we’re together,” I said as I went in and changed the settings so that only I’d be able to unlock it.  While I was in there I connected to his speakers and pulled up his streaming service, putting on the raunchiest twerk playlist I could find.  “Since that belongs to me now, strip down and let me see what I just took over.  But do it sexy,” I grinned.

I watched Brian’s face go purple and his expression hesitant even as his hips started swaying.  I’d never seen him dance before, never even heard him mention it, and I was surprised at how smooth his gyrations were.  But then again he’d always been a physical creature, so his coordination should have been expected.  He flexed his abs as he toyed with the bottom of his shirt, slowly raising and lowering it while shrugging his cannonball shoulders and flexing his hulking arms.  When he lifted it past the chiseled ridge of his pecs he took over where I’d left off, toying with his nipples and letting out quiet little moans until he shucked free of it entirely and tossed it my way.  Without missing a beat he let his swinging arm drop and pop the button of his fly, the lowered zipper exposing the front of his crimson boxer-briefs.  Though the waist was loose, the chino shorts were held in place by Brian’s meaty thighs, and he lowered them inch-by-inch in time with his swiveling hips.  He turned his back towards me when he bent to pull them off, giving me a clear view of the muscled globes filling out the back of his straining underwear.  With only a thin layer of fabric separating us I could see that they were every bit as round and plump as I’d imagined in my fantasies, having a pleasant amount of bounce and jiggle as Brian popped his hips.  His back still turned, he let me see them in full when he abruptly hooked his thumbs in the waist and tugged them down, letting the smooth mounds spill free.  He groped and kneaded them, the front of the boxer-briefs still barely held in place by his solid cock when he turned back around, an embarrassed grin on his flushed face.  Both grew broader and deeper as he flicked the elastic aside and let his smallish rod spring free, giving his heavy, churning balls a squeeze as he worked the underwear down.

I let him continue to gyrate naked for another few songs, a thin sheen of sweat glistening lightly on his panting frame.  “You’re surprisingly good at that,” I said, my hands tingling as they toyed with his discarded underwear.  “Have you ever done that before?”

“Uh, yeah, actually,” Brian said, catching his breath.

I loved his startled expression when I lifted my phone and snapped a few pictures of his naked, erect state.  “For another guy?”

“Oh, uh, no,” he admitted, shaking his head.

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself.  Did you like it more or less having a male audience?”  I nearly came at his bashful grin when he nodded.

“More.  Kind of a lot,” he laughed, realizing too late what he’d just said.

“Good!  We’ll have to remember that.  I’m sure there are plenty of people who’d like to see those moves.  I’ve always wondered about that, actually.  Since we’re bonding here…is that part of it?  All that time you spend at the gym…around those other guys…you like it when they look, don’t you?”

Brian’s twitching cock answered before his mouth.  “I, uh, I guess so,” he said, sounding as if he was fighting back the words.

“All those teammates and coaches and meathead lifting buds…you WISH you could put on a show like this for them, yeah?  You’ve thought about it before?”

“Fuck, man,” Brian groaned, his head falling back on his meaty shoulders.  “I didn’t think we’d get this deep this quick.  I…” he trailed off when he realized he was bordering on arguing, instead opting for a reluctant nod.  “Yeah, I’ve thought about it before.”

“It’s okay, big guy,” I cooed, my tone dripping in condescension as I hopped up from the couch.  I put my hands on his hips, my thumbs stroking the channels of his obliques.  “I’m just trying to make sure we get you what you want.”

“You…aren’t going to make this easy for me, are you,” he asked, his deep rumble of a voice trembling slightly.

“Do you want me to?”  I barely finished the question before he furiously shook his head.  “You’re in good hands, bud.  You trusted me with this, so just relax.”  I could feel him physically ease in my grip as soon as I said it, and I ran a finger slowly along the top of his short, solid rod.  I was trying to leave it untouched, but I couldn’t resist at least a little tease as I asked my next question.  “In all your many, many hookups, have you ever made out with another guy?”  He shook his head, instinctively popping his hips against my lingering finger.  “Then why don’t we start there and ease into things?”  I stopped him when he started to lean forward, lifting my finger from his cock to his surprisingly soft lips.  “But not just a quick peck.  I want you to do this like I’m the hottest person you’ve ever seen.  Like you can’t believe you’re getting this chance,” I said, feeling him start to tremble again.

It was a short lived sensation.  All at once I was wrapped in his meaty arms, his tongue vigorously exploring the inside of my mouth.  The intensity of it actually caught me off guard, and we went at it for several moments before I realized I was literally clinging to him for support.  He was a whirlwind of strong, groping hands that threatened to sweep me away if I let go of the heaping globes that flexed against my hands.  His cock wedged between us, the oozing tip grinding up under my shirt as he pressed his hips into me and kept us locked together.

“Oh…oh fuck…” he moaned when he finally pulled his lips away from my own and focused his attention on my earlobe.  “This is wild.  I think…I think the stone worked,” he stammered, sliding his tongue down the side of my neck.

“What do you mean,” I asked, my vision blurring from the blissful combination of his warm breath and scratchy stubble against my skin.

“When you told me to relax a few minutes ago, I did.  Like, it just happened.  I didn’t try or do anything…all of a sudden I just felt better.  And now, I mean, you’re not a bad lookin’ dude, but…” he paused and licked his lips, his eyes wide as he looked at me.  “I’ve literally never been more attracted to someone.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…hold on,” I said, gently pushing him away.  “You’re telling me, what?  That I told you to make out with me like I was the hottest person you’ve ever seen, and now you actually think I am?”  I watched his stunned expression for any sign that this was all just a part of some roleplay, but he actually looked like he was telling the truth.

He bit his lip and nodded, his hands toying with the fly of my shorts.  “Dude, it’s not even close.  Holy shit.  You’re…you’re perfect,” he said, his voice shaking slightly.

“Ooookay, that’s a lot.  Maybe just go back to seeing me the way you always did.”  I actually felt a stab of disappointment when I watched his expression shift again.  The wide-eyed wonder faded, replaced by the familiar, somewhat embarrassed features I was used to seeing.  It was as subtle a change as it was instantaneous, making me believe him despite my better judgment.

“Whoa,” he blinked and shook his head, looking for a moment like he’d just woken up.  “That was crazy.”

“Huh.”  I guided his hands away from the now-open waist of my shorts and took a step back.  This was all becoming very intense very quickly, and I needed a clear head.  “So how do we test this?  If I tell you to do something, how do I know YOU’RE not just doing it as opposed to the stone making it happen?  We need an objective marker…something that couldn’t happen otherwise.”  I had a crazy thought as I watched his cock twitch and I ran with it.  It seemed like a ridiculous idea, but it would absolutely confirm whether or not there were supernatural forces at work.  “Go soft,” I said, nodding at his solid member.

“What?  I can’t just doooOOHHHH FUCK!”  Brian yelped and grabbed at his limp cock when the rigidity fled without warning.  He tugged on the swaying organ, his eyes once again wide with shock.

I was just as surprised, but I needed to confirm things for myself.  “Holy shit…is this…was that really a magic rock,” I asked as I groped and stroked the soft, supple package.  Brian’s whimpers and gasps, along with the ever-present oozing, told me he still felt it all, but the dangling hose didn’t even begin to swell.  “Get hard again,” I said, gasping in time with my friend when his cock sprang back to life in an instant.  “Oh.  My.  God.”  I gave a short, shocked laugh, the magnitude of what we’d agreed to making my knees go weak.

For his part, I couldn’t tell if Brian was terrified by the implications or more excited than ever.  “Fuck!  I didn’t think it would…I mean…I thought it was just like a behavior thing.  I didn’t think it would have, like, a physical effect.”

“Don’t touch yourself, but cum for me,” I said, taking a step to the side.

“GGGNNnnhh…!”  His fists balled at his sides, Brian grunted and spasmed, his untouched cock erupting like it hadn’t gotten off in months.  The stout organ sprayed and sprayed, seeming to surprise even Brian with the amount that issued forth.

“Do it again.”

“FFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned, his back arching as another ograsm ripped through his brawny frame.  His cock didn’t spray nearly as much, but it was clear that my friend wasn’t just pretending.

“Aaaand one more time.”  I actually felt guilty at Brian’s pained expression when he shuddered a third time, his twitching pistol shooting blanks at this point.  “Sorry, but we needed to be sure,” I said, rubbing his heaving chest as he caught his breath.  “That’s going to be a fun game to play, though.”

Brian just stared down at himself, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just experienced.  “I never…I didn’t think it would go this far,” he panted.

“We can call this off if you want.  I totally get it.  This is way, way bigger than I was led to believe.  Be honest…do you want to call it quits?”

He looked surprised, but I wasn’t, when he furiously shook his head.  “No!  This is a lot to take in, but…but I still want to…still want YOU to have control,” he said, swallowing hard.  “If you still want to, I mean.”

“Sure…why not,” I nodded and shrugged.  This was all far more than what I thought I was signing up for, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.  “Why don’t we see what kind of fun we can really have?  You said you trust me, right?”  I waited for him to nod before continuing.  “Okay…then why don’t you have this impressive body of yours re-route the sensations from your cock to your nipples instead?  The little guy can stay soft…it’s these titties that are going to do the work right now.”

Brian blushed and gasped when his cock went limp again, his jaw falling open in a howl when I reached up and tweaked the solid little nubs on his chest.  “HHOOOOHHHHH!  Fffffffuuuuuuck,” he cried, tensing and spasming in my grip.  “What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck…” he whimpered and laughed over and over as I toyed with one while leaning in to lick and suck on the other.

I nearly came from the look of pure erotic ecstasy on his face.  “I take it that feels good?”

He licked his lips and nodded quickly.  “It’s…it’s like I’ve got two dicks and you’re workin’ both of ‘em at once.”

“What about this,” I asked, reaching down to tug on his limp hose.

He blinked, the color draining from his face slightly.  “Oh…whoa…it’s like…I can feel it, but it’s no different than if you were tugging on my finger or something.  Doesn’t really feel good or bad, it just kinda is.”

“Don’t worry…we can always put things back,” I said, once again reaching up to thumb his sensitive new joy buzzers.  “We should probably do something about that too, though, shouldn’t we?  The worrying, I mean?  That’s why you wanted me to take charge, right?  So you wouldn’t have to?  How about this…until we decide otherwise, when we’re together you’ll turn into whatever your idea of a dumb, laidback jock is.  Someone without any worries or anxieties at all.  And to make it easier, when we’re together you can forget all about complicated things like reading and math and paying too much attention to things.  That’s what I’m for, right?”

The length of the pause that followed made me worry that I’d gone too far, but eventually Brian’s slack expression turned into a dull grin.  He blinked several times and scratched at his head as he looked around his apartment like he was seeing it for the first time.  “Bro…did…did I just get stupid?  The fuck, bro,” he laughed, his eyes settling on a pile of books on a nearby table.  He picked one up and stared at the cover before flipping through the pages, his dull grin never fading.  “Shit!  Don’t know letters anymore,” he cried, sounding almost cheerful at the revelation.

I picked up the stack of books and divided it into two piles.  There were five in total, three in one and two in the other.  “If we add this stack to this stack, how many do we have all together?”

“I…” he blinked, his mouth hanging open while a hand absently drifted up to toy with one of his nipples.  “...I dunno,” he shrugged with a laugh.

“Guess that worked.  We can always put things baaaaahhh…!”  I was cut off when Brian wrapped his arms around me again, leaning in to pick up the kiss where we’d left off.  His hands were all over me, but this time they were clearly on a mission.  My pants and underwear landed at my ankles in a flash, and I had to raise my arms and squirm out of my shirt before he literally tore it free.

“Gotta get you naked, bro,” he grunted, tugging on my aching cock before letting go and clamping onto my much more modest rear.  “Gonna need a piece of this…hey…how’m I gonna get a piece of it,” he sputtered, seeming confused as he ground his limp cock against me.  “S’okay…this works,” he shrugged before I could respond, dropping to his knees and swallowing the entirety of my six inches.  He hummed around my spasming rod as he toyed with his hyper-sensitive nipples, and the sight of my handsome, sculpted friend on his knees going to town on my cock with a dull grin still plastered on his face was too much.  I blew almost instantly and Brian sucked down every drop, slurping away on my spent member until I guided his head free.  He beamed the same dull grin up at me while he squirmed and tweaked his nipples, his plump pecs heaving as he licked his lips.  “You taste good bro!  Fuuuuck me this is fun,” he said with a grunting laugh.  “I gotta get stupid for real.”

I stroked his hair and guided him to his feet, motioning for him to fold his arms behind his head.  “Let’s not go that far.  But you feel good?”

He nodded like a bobblehead.  “Hell yeah dude!  I don’t give a shit about nothin’ right now,” he grinned, leaning forward to sneak in a quick kiss.  “Kinda wanna blow my load though.”

“You’re in luck.  Flex for me,” I said, reaching out to pick up where I’d left off with his pecs.  Simultaneously watching and feeling the way his sculpted body shifted and tensed as Brian did what he was told made my knees go weak.  He let out a constant stream of chuckling grunts and groans, peppered with the occasional “fuck yeah” as I worked his nipples at a torturously slow pace.  His limp, untouched cock started to ooze more and more with each passing minute, and just before he came Brian’s head darted forward again to mash his lips against mine.  He let out a whimper that started pained and ended ecstatic, his massive frame shuddering under my groping hands.

“Broooooooooo,” he laughed, his head falling back on his broad shoulders when he’d finally stopped dripping.  He wrapped his arms around him, his large hands clamped on my rear as he held me tight.  “We gotta do that, like, all the time.”

“How about we make sure everything still works, yeah?  Do me a favor and go back to your usual self.”

Brian gasped and blinked, the dull smile slowly fading.  “Whoa…that’s a weird sensation,” he eventually said, his eyes wide.  His spent cock throbbed back to a semi-hard state against my own as the dazed expression gradually melted.

“Everything good?  Seems like things are working again.”  I gave his cock a tug and felt him shiver, a good sign that the proper wiring had been restored.  “You can read and all that?”  I pointed to the stack of books when he nodded, asking, “how many are in those two stacks?”

“Five,” he said, blushing.  “Holy shit.  I can’t believe I didn’t know that.  It’s like I knew I should, but I just couldn’t get things to connect.”

“Seemed like you were enjoying yourself.  Did you mean what you said about getting stupid for real?”

Brian’s blushing deepened.  “I mean…I don’t know if I’d want to be like that all the time, but it was seriously freeing.  Literally not a care in the world.  Only things that mattered were how good it felt to be naked and how hot you are.  Everything else…who gives a shit?  Also, that trick with my chest was…wow,” he laughed, a look of disbelief flashing across his face.  It was replaced by something softer when it faded and he gave my rear a squeeze as he leaned in for another kiss.  “So, uh, what now?”

I reluctantly pulled out of his arms and nodded down at his discarded clothes.  “You’re going to need your wallet ‘cause we’re about to give you a serious makeover.  Hope you’re ready to flaunt this,” I said, giving one of his plump cheeks a swat.  “Among other things.”

He blushed and his expression faltered slightly, but his twitching cock told me everything I needed to know.