The Force, pt. 1 (Patreon)

Brody spread his chiseled arms wide, giving Hayden an unobstructed view of the sculpted perfection to which they were attached.  His mediterranean muscle was as immaculately manscaped as always, with only a light dusting of the raven hair left to accentuate, rather than obscure, the ample definition he worked so hard to maintain.  His plump pecs popped off his chest and his torso tapered to a narrow channel before his body bulged out again at his stuffed pouch and ample rear.  His thighs were strong and sturdy, his calves rocky boulders, and looming over it all was a stunning, statuesque face capped by a stylish crop as expertly maintained as the rest of him.  “Come on, man!  What do you even need to think about?  This could all be yours,” he said, his plump lips curled into an arrogant grin.  He ran one hand down the trimmed trail of hair on his abs, letting it hover at the waist of his briefs, while the other gestured around the well-appointed townhouse.  “And not just the bod…all of it.  Money too.”

Hayden let out a short laugh and shook his head, trying not to stare at his exposed friend no matter how much he desperately wanted to.  The wiry brunette was still struggling to process what he was looking at, let alone the other man’s bizarre offer.  “Okay, just hold on a sec.  This is a lot, even for you.  When you asked me to come over and listen to your offer, I honestly didn’t expect you to try and seduce me.”

“I’m not trying to seduce you, bud.  I’m just showing you what you’re getting, which we both know you’ve wanted for a long time.  But if you want me to seduce you,” he purred, kneading his bulge as he stepped in close.  He grabbed Hayden’s hand and forced the smaller man to take over, his own rugged mitts resting on his friend’s waist to keep him in place.  “You ARE super cute when you blush.”

Brody’s smug laugh made Hayden turn a deeper shade of red.  Even though it was the last thing he actually wanted, he felt like he should pull away, but Brody’s iron grip kept him rooted to the spot, inches from the jock’s exposed flesh.  At 6’1” the dark-haired hunk already stood five inches taller than himself, and though Hayden was tight and toned, he was nowhere near as built as his friend.  Nor as hung.  The lean brunette squirmed in the other man’s grip, his hand still clutching Brody’s fat, twitching bulge.  The other man was right, he’d fantasized about the handsome jock for almost the entire time they’d known each other, but he’d never imagined a scenario where those fantasies could become a reality.  “Brody…I know how impulsive you are.  Do you even know what you’re asking?  There’s no going back from this.  It’s not like when we were in college and I could do your homework or your folks could buy you out of trouble.  Once you agree, that’s it.”

The dark-haired man nodded thoughtfully.  “Maybe you’re right.  I should make sure to inspect what I’d be getting in return, shouldn’t I?”  Before Hayden could try to stop him, Brody’s deft hands had the thin man’s pants and underwear at his ankles.  He grinned at the brunette’s little squeak of surprise, his hand wrapping around the modest, five-inch cock that sprange free.  “Arms up,” he grunted, his tone going stern when Hayden just stood there.  “I can always tear that t-shirt free if you’d prefer.  It’d be sexy that way.”

The flustered man did as he was told, the sharp features of his angular face practically glowing from embarrassment.  He stood in place when the shirt was pulled free and let Brody inspect him, his toned, tiny pecs heaving as the bigger man turned him in a circle and groped every inch of his naked body.  It was certainly helping his friend's case.  Despite his stunned embarrassment, Hayden’s stomach fluttered at the thought of having such unrestricted access to Brody, and vice versa.  He really did trust the other man, and though the current situation had caught him by surprise, he knew that Brody wasn’t just doing this to torment him.  “But…why do you even want to join The Force in the first place?  I mean, look at you!  You’re already gorgeous…your trust fund gives you more money than you know what to do with,” Hayden stammered, his lithe frame trembling as Brody wrapped his powerful arms around him from behind.  “And don’t take this the wrong way, but, uh, putting other people first has never really been your strong suit.”

“Hey!  That’s not fair,” Brody said, his hands sliding up to give Hayden’s pert nipples a light pinch.  “I’m not a fuckin’ bleeding heart like you, but it’s not like I’m a monster.”

“No, sorry, you’re right,” Hayden said, immediately feeling guilty.  It was easy for him to think of his friend as a typical, pretty-boy douchebag, but beneath the smug veneer of wealth and beauty lurked a relatively decent person.  When they’d first met each other in college Hayden had immediately assumed the handsome hunk would just be another one of his tormentors, and he’d been floored when the brawny Adonis had stood up for him instead.  They’d become fast friends after that, with Hayden acting as Brody’s tutor, conscience and occasional ego booster, while the muscled stud acted as the smaller man’s bodyguard and personal trainer.  Even when Hayden came out as gay, Brody hadn’t given it a second thought, only adding in a layer of playful flirting to his boisterous demeanor.  The gorgeous jock was absolutely self absorbed, arrogant, bossy, and domineering, but he could also be charming, kind and funny.  While occasionally thoughtless Brody was never cruel, which is what made Hayden feel safe enough to let himself be stripped and fondled.

And it also explained, at least in part, why the brawny beefcake would be interested in joining an organization like The Force in the first place.  They were prestigious protectors, literally peacekeepers on steroids, and as close to “super heroes” as existed in the world.  They were jacked giants, hung like horses and bulging with muscle to an exaggerated degree, each one as strong and fast as half a dozen ordinary men.  Hayden knew it was that last part that truly interested Brody, but he also knew that the other man wouldn’t mind the opportunity to help people while becoming even more impressive.

The catch was that his friend needed a partner, or a handler, or a mate, depending on what word a person wanted to use.  The process of granting superhuman amounts of strength dialed up all of a subject’s physical impulses.  Libido, aggression, passion; members of The Force were ticking time bombs of kinetic potential, needing a guiding hand to keep them aimed in the right direction.  Captains filled that role at work, but when members were off the clock they needed their partner to keep them out of trouble.

Given the vulnerable state that left them in, the partner needed to be a person they could trust implicitly.  In Brody’s case, as someone who never spent more than a single night with a woman and who’d acquired a long line of envious rivals, that really only left Hayden.  Though the brawny jock identified as straight, he knew that the attraction would be there once he was imprinted onto the smaller man even if it wasn’t there now, but both of them were surprised by how eager the sculpted jock already seemed.  Brody had never actually fooled around with a guy before, and whether it was just the building excitement as he thought about what was to come, or a genuine desire for his slender friend, the dark-haired himbo was legitimately turned on.

“How have I never noticed what a fat little ass you had,” Brody purred, grinding his tenting bulge into Hayden’s supple cheeks as he nibbled on the smaller man’s ear.  “Fuck.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, bud.  You’re not a bad lookin’ dude, but I thought this’d be more of a struggle on my end.”

Hayden let out a short laugh.  “I’d be flattered, but we both know how horny you are.  A warm loaf of bread gets you hard.”  The smaller man gasped when he was abruptly spun around again, his lips mashed against Brody’s.  He could hardly believe what was happening as the other man’s warm breath filled his mouth while a pair of strong hands roughly kneaded his rear.

“Damn.  You’re not a bad kisser either.  Never done that to a loaf of bread,” Brody smirked when he broke off the kiss.  His lips lingered just apart from Hayden’s for a moment before he stepped back and held the other man at arm’s length, looking his lean frame slowly up and down.  “But I’m new at this, so you’re gonna have to give me some direction, here.  What do you like?”

Hayden blinked, caught entirely off guard by the question.  “Uh…what?”

“You know…what are you into?  I know for a fact that, by some miracle, you’re not still a virgin, so what do you want me to do?  What gets you goin’?”  He let out a loud laugh as his friend squirmed in his grip, but he was determined not to let Hayden off the hook.  “You guys are always talking about tops and bottoms, right?  I can’t really picture you givin’ it to some dude with the little guy down there, but maybe?  Nah…you’re definitely the type to go for a ride on someone’s piece, yeah?”  Hayden answered by letting out a yelp and going up on his toes when Brody reached around and began pressing against his spasming hole with a pair of strong fingers.  “Called it!  But you still gotta tell me,” he grunted.  “You want me to finger you?”

Hayden swallowed hard and nodded, his stomach fluttering when Brody stopped and gave him a stern look.  “Ye…yes,” he croaked.  “Ple…please keep fingering me.”

“See?  That wasn’t so hard, was it,” Brody said cheerfully, bending to give Hayden a quick peck on the top of his head.  “Now, for me, I looooove having my nipples sucked,” he groaned, giving an expectant nod a moment later.  “Fuuuuuuuuuck yes,” he sighed when Hayden leaned in and began lapping at the solid little nubs while squirming against the fingers toying with his aching hole.  “There you go…go on…it’s not gonna bite,” Brody chuckled, his tone a mix of condescending encouragement when the other man’s slight hand finally slipped into his briefs and fished the fat, seven-inch pole free.  “You like how that big boy feels?  Bit different than the little guy, huh,” he asked, reaching down to tweak Hayden’s smaller cock.  “Tell you what…you get me outta these briefs and get it good and ready, and you can have it for real.”

Hayden was on his knees in a flash.  Being talked down to in such a manner by anyone else would have made him furious, but Brody’s arrogant rumble had him ready to pop by itself.  He gripped the other man’s crimson briefs in his teeth and slowly worked them down, relishing the opportunity to nuzzle the hairy, meaty thighs in the process.  He licked his way back up, feeling his own swell of pride at how turned on this side of himself was making the gorgeous hunk.  Brody had always treated him like a nerdy little brother more than a peer, but now he was proving himself to be just as capable when the clothes came off, despite not hopping from bed-to-bed the way his friend did.  He swallowed as much of the other man’s imposing rod as he could, feeling dizzy from the overwhelming desire coursing through him.  He’d fantasized about being in such a position so many times that he was having a hard time convincing himself that it was real.  But the firm, muscled globes flexing against his hands certainly felt real, as did the oozing pole hitting the back of his throat.  He breathed in his friend’s musky scent, already knowing that he’d agree to whatever Brody wanted when they were done.

“Goddamn this is hot,” the muscled hunk groaned, looking legitimately surprised as Hayden’s face bobbed in and out of his lap.  “What the fuck, bro?  We could’ve been doing this years ago!  How are you gonna hold out on me like this for so long?”  Instead of waiting for an answer, Brody pulled out of his friend’s mouth and guided the other man to his feet before literally lifting him into the air.  The wiry brunette gasped and instinctively wrapped his legs around the bigger man’s waist, his heart racing at the ease with which he was manhandled.  He knew that after joining The Force it would only be easier for Brody, a thought that was both arousing and intimidating.

“I really am going for a ride,” Hayden laughed, his cock oozing against Brody’s abs as the other man clutched his rear and toyed with his hole on the way to the bedroom.

“Just wait til I’m big enough to throw you over my shoulder,” the dark-haired man said, giving another quick peck on the lips.  “Those feet are never gonna touch the ground.”

“Can’t…can’t wait…” Hayden sputtered, his whole body trembling with anticipation as Brody guided him down onto the bed.  He didn’t know if his friend was going to flip him over and take him from behind, and he was relieved when he instead found his legs slipping up from the other man’s waist to rest on his broad shoulders.  He wanted to watch Brody’s smug grin just as much as the looming hunk wanted to watch his smaller friend’s face twist into an ecstatic mask as he slowly pushed inside.

“Oh…ohhhhh buddy,” Brody grunted, steadily pushing himself in deep.  “Holy shit you’re tight.  I can’t believe you’ve had a pussy like this the whole time.  And I thought we were friends,” he mock-pouted as his hips rocked into motion.

Hayden could only whimper and clutch at the sheets, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.  Brody was right when he’d said that the smaller man wasn’t a virgin, and while Hayden knew what he was doing in bed, he didn’t share his friend’s abundant confidence.  To be manhandled and fucked by such a stunning specimen left him feeling as insecure as he was aroused, but Brody’s obvious, earnest hunger kept him from getting too far into his own head.  He knew that if he went through with what his friend wanted, he’d have to very quickly get used to finding himself in such compromising positions.  “Oh…oh fuck…Brody…this is…wow…”

The bigger man beamed, varying his tempo to elicit a series of low, grunting gasps from his prone partner.  “I was getting worried for a second there.  You were being too quiet.  I need encouragement to know how I’m doing,” he said, giving the inside of Hayden’s thigh a light nibble.  “Let me hear it.”

The wiry man was mortified as he heard his helpless wails echoing off Brody’s bedroom walls, but at the same time he’d never been more turned on in his life.  He whimpered and whined and begged to be fucked until his voice was hoarse, and when his untouched cock finally blasted all over his own face he eagerly lapped at the rivers of cum that ran across his lips.  The sight was enough to push Brody over the edge, and Hayden almost cried tears of joy at the sensation of the warm load being pumped into him.  The muscled hunk was on him as soon as he finished, their bodies tangled together on the bed as their mouths met in another prolonged, passionate kiss.

When he finally broke it off, Brody just stared at the smaller man in his arms for a silent moment, his soft, full lips curled in a wry grin.  “So that’s a yes, right?”