The Force, pt. 2 (Patreon)

Hayden didn’t know what to do with himself.  He wasn’t ready to call his decision a mistake, not exactly, but the reality of the situation was much more intense than he’d imagined.  The technicians behind the scenes at The Force had warned him.  They’d told him what to expect after Brody underwent the treatment, and if he’d been thinking more with his brain than with his dick Hayden would have seen it coming.  But it had all been so overwhelming, and had all happened so fast, that the wiry young man couldn’t fully blame himself.  After all, it was a dream come true.

Or at least parts of it were.  Hayden’s stomach still fluttered when he thought back to the first few days.  Having his crush, the smoldering hunk he’d fantasized about for years, suddenly offer himself up for the taking had been a giddy, surreal experience.  He’d kept waiting for the bottom to drop out, and for Brody to change his mind or say it had all been a joke, but, much to his continued surprise, his friend had been entirely serious.  And entirely committed.  Hayden expected their initial encounter to be a one-and-done.  He’d thought Brody would change his mind after actually getting down to business with another man, only the opposite happened, and the dark-haired hunk seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, if not moreso, than Hayden.  Far from having to coax or guide the situation that first night, the stunned brunette simply went along for the ride, literally, as the sculpted stud took him again and again.  Hayden wasn’t surprised by how quickly such a virile creature like Brody took to the whole process, but he was surprised to find his friend interested in more than just mindless pounding.  The smaller man wasn’t just being used as a hole; he was treated as an active partner.  From the outset Brody had been as interested in his friend’s pleasure as much as he’d been in his own, spending just as much time with his soft, full lips pressed against Hayden’s, or with his tongue exploring the other man’s whipcord frame, as he had with his fat cock buried to the hilt inside his thinner friend.

And when they’d finally exhausted themselves Brody clung to Hayden like a teddy bear, their naked bodies tangled together all night.  The following morning, the smaller man was awakened by Brody’s rugged fist slowly pumping away on his rigid cock.  Hayden had tried to reciprocate, but his athletic friend kept him pinned in place, kissing his slender neck until he’d finally whimpered and spasmed, only then letting the groggy brunette roll over and swallow his thick cock.

It was Brody’s behavior after that first, shared shower that should have clued Hayden in on what lay in store after the procedure.  While the chiseled jock was entirely comfortable with being naked, the skinny brunette was considerably less so, and the more time that elapsed after their romp, the more self-conscious he became.  Brody picked up on it immediately, but instead of letting Hayden get dressed, he egged the smaller man on until his crimson-faced friend relented and remained bare.  His taunts hadn’t been cruel or mocking, quite the opposite as he’d told the wiry man just how attractive he found him, but that only made Hayden squirm harder, which turned Brody on even more, which caused him to push harder.  The olive-hued hunk seemed to love his friend’s bashful blushing more than anything, so while he eventually slipped into a pair of shorts, the brunette was left naked and hard and on display.

Hayden wished he could’ve said that he didn’t like it, but, as embarrassing as it all was, it turned him on just as much as his friend.  Brody had immediately thrust him well outside of his comfort zone, and with anyone else he would’ve put up more of a fight, but his handsome friend hadn’t given him any reason to doubt the trust he held.  If anything, being so openly and playfully objectified by the other man over the following days only deepened their bond.  Brody had ample opportunity to pierce Hayden’s threadbare self esteem and cause his friend to deflate, but the chiseled jock carefully avoided such treacherous waters, his smug sneer staying firmly on the encouraging side of things.  So while he made Hayden perform awkward stripteases and when he roughly manhandled his wiry friend, Brody’s authentic affection and genuine longing were never in question.  Whether Hayden wanted to admit it or not, the strapping stud knew the other man loved every second of it.

At first, as Brody began the procedure to join The Force, neither of them noticed much of a shift in the dark-haired Adonis’s personality.  He became increasingly horny when his body began to swell, but given how much they’d been going at it already that wasn’t a big change, and watching his lover’s transformation unfold left Hayden in the same boat.

Brody had already been stunning, but those impressive traits were quickly enhanced to an otherwise impossible degree.  Broad shoulders pushed farther apart as they packed on muscle, making room for the exaggerated mounds that steadily ballooned off his chest.  On either side, arms that had been intimidatingly large to begin with became granite pistons bigger than Hayden’s thighs, while Brody’s actual thighs became bigger than the smaller man’s waist.  Between those hairy tree-trunks loomed an imposingly thick, appropriately meaty package, while behind hung a set of gravity-defying globes that stuck out far enough to act as a shelf.  The growth followed the same path as Brody’s existing physique, sprouting as lean, defined muscle as opposed to burly bulk.  If someone was thick and beefy to begin with they became all the more so during the procedure, but for someone who was tapering and shredded, they adopted the caricature proportions of an action figure.

And capping it all was the same gorgeous face, whose statuesque features had been further refined by a deeply dimpled chin, plump, full lips, and razor sharp cheekbones.  It would have been more than captivating on its own, but the fact that such a face loomed over everyone from its new, 6’8” vantage point only added to Brody’s overwhelming presence.  It certainly had an impact on Hayden.  Now standing a full foot taller than himself, the gorgeous giant made him quiver.  Brody’s voice had deepened to match the rest of his warped frame, so when he ordered the smaller man around or gave an arrogant purr, the bassy rumble nearly made hayden cum on its own.

It was those last two traits that quickly became increasingly prevalent.  As the dark-haired demigod settled into his new body, he settled into his impulsive new personality at the same time.  Even after he’d moved out of his small apartment and into his friend’s luxurious home, Brody had never been someone that Hayden looked to for deep conversation.  That had never been the kind of friendship they’d had, and it didn’t appear to be the kind of romantic relationship they’d have going forward.  Though sweet and charming, Brody always preferred to let his body do the talking, and that behavior had only become more entrenched than ever.  Now, Hayden always knew exactly what was on Brody’s mind as he watched the other man absently toy with an inflated nipple, or pump away on himself while they watched TV, or, as was often the case, paw at his own smaller body.  His earlier comparison of himself to a teddy bear had become increasingly literal, and now whenever Brody was around the bigger man took every opportunity he could to have Hayden as close as possible.  Given the size difference and his friend’s borderline superhuman strength, the wiry brunette had quickly adapted to the sensation of being hauled around and treated like a toy.  In all of Hayden’s previous fantasies, none of them included a scenario where he stood naked in Brody’s house, a thick, silicone plug stretching his hole, while he anxiously awaited his lover’s return.

The anxiety didn’t come from Brody’s job as quasi-law enforcement.  The handsome Hercules was as tough as he was strong and the procedure let members of The Force heal fast if they were injured, which was rare to begin with.  The mere presence of such a powerful peacekeeping force acted as a preventative deterrent in most cases, which left the question of who Brody might bring home with him as the source of Hayden’s anxiety.

It wasn’t uncommon for Brody to come lumbering in with a few of his peers on The Force, or their handlers, or both, leaving the flustered brunette naked and hard in front of an impromptu crowd.  At first, Hayden kept wearing clothes like he always had, but Brody was so eager and horny when he came back home at the end of the day that he’d simply tear them off, regardless of who was with him.  It still wasn’t out of any sense of malice or actual attempt at humiliating the smaller man, but misplaced pride.  Brody loved Hayden and thought the handsome little brunette was the hottest thing there was, and he wanted everyone to see that.  Hayden knew that was the same reason the guys on The Force all showed each other the sex videos and naked photos of their handlers; they were all just as proud.  There was an immediate sense of solidarity from the other handlers and staff whenever Hayden was caught in a compromising position, it happened to all of them at one time or another, but that did little to ease the modest brunette’s embarrassment.

Not that he had much time to think about it.  Even when there was a group, and oftentimes because of that crowd, Hayden found himself bouncing up and down on Brody’s pillar of a cock in front of the eager, naked titans.  It wasn’t surprising that they didn’t give a thought to the smaller man’s nudity as the first thing they did once they barrelled inside was strip out of their polos and tactical pants, with most usually shucking their jockstraps as well.  But while they all intently watched, they used each other to blow off steam, with no one even thinking about touching the tiny brunette.  Which is exactly what Brody wanted.  He wanted the others to watch, to see him claim the smaller man as his own in a primitive display of marking his territory.  But watching was as far as it could go unless they incur the dark-haired hulk’s wrath.

Hayden hadn’t actually seen any of the guys fight each other, but he’d heard about it from other staff, and he didn’t even want to think about the cleanup involved if they decided to tussle in the middle of the living room.  So he’d let Brody have his way with him, and then when the bigger man was finally done he’d spend the rest of the evening feeding and picking up after the musclebound pack like a mom with a house full of teenage boys.  Despite how mortified he was at the whole process, the technicians on The Force said it was good for group cohesion, and there was a small-but-growing part of Hayden that had actually started to enjoy it.  Nothing about his current circumstances reflected the easy living luxury that Brody had initially enticed him with, but the overwhelmed man increasingly wondered if he still hadn’t come out ahead in the deal.

The sound of Brody’s deep rumble bouncing off the walls as the giant turned sideways and strutted through the door made Hayden think the answer was yes.  “Hey babe, I’m home,” he said, already stripping out of his crimson, skin-tight polo.

Despite how frequent the sight had become, Hayden’s cock still rocketed to attention as he stared at the rippling wall of olive muscle that was Brody’s torso.  With its light dusting of raven hair, the exaggerated frame was like an erotic cartoon come to life.  And it was all his.  “Just you today,” Hayden asked, tilting his head back to receive the other man’s lowering lips.  Brody had already popped the button on his pants, and the naked brunette finished the job, slowly unzipping the fly and giving a little shove to let the baggy bottoms land at his partner’s feet.

“Just me,” Brody grunted, the stuffed pouch of his crimson jock already twitching.  He was noticeably more relaxed as he stepped out of his discarded pants, his giant hands sliding down Hayden’s slender back.  The smaller man gasped when he grabbed the plug and gave it a few pumps before pulling it free entirely and tossing it onto the floor with his dirty clothes.  “You put that stuff on there like the doc said?”

Hayden nodded and gave Brody a kiss in the center of his oversized chest, his hands toying with the elastic band of the jockstrap at the other man’s tight waist.  “Had it in there all day.  I think it’s finally working all the way, too.  When I put that in this morning it slipped right in and felt great,” he said, blushing slightly when he heard himself talking about using the butt plug.  His nimble frame had been surprisingly adept at taking Brody’s previous size, but his lover’s gargantuan new pillar was on another level entirely.  Fortunately it was a common problem for the handlers, and the techs on The Force had long since devised an elasticizing cream that kept the smaller men from being torn in half.  Hayden had been using it since the start, but he was just now reaching the point where there wasn’t any discomfort at all, which, he realized, went a long way towards his increasingly positive feelings regarding his circumstances.

“Good,” Brody said, stroking a massive hand through the smaller man’s short, chestnut hair.  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Hayden grinned, loving the way Brody gasped when he reached up and toyed with the brawny hunk’s inflated nipples.  “You hungry?  I’ve got dinnnnNNN…!”  The smaller man was cut off when Brody casually grabbed him by the waist, hefted him into the air, and slung him over a shoulder.  “Or I guess dinner can wait,” he laughed, loving his bird’s eye view of Brody’s colossal cakes as they shifted and bounced with each heavy step.

“Want something sweet first,” the bigger man beamed as he roughly, but safely, tossed Hayden onto the bed.  Before the wiry brunette could right himself he was flipped over onto his stomach, a pair of huge hands lifting his waist to thrust his perky little bubble into the air.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he moaned as Brody began lapping at his achingly empty hole.  As embarrassed as he was to admit it, Hayden actually loved having the plug inside him.  He loved the fullness of the sensation, and the darts of pleasure that shot through him when he moved the right way or turned the vibrator on.  There was a part of him that couldn’t believe he was both forgetting what it felt like to wear clothes and acclimating to having a vibrator inside him all day, but the presence of Brody’s wide jaw buried between his cheeks made him question how much he really cared.  “Lo…love it when you…eat my pussy…” he sputtered, his face going red.  He knew Brody was going to make him say it, just like he knew how much the other man loved not having to tell him to.

“Good boy,” Brody rumbled, reaching around to give Hayden’s comparatively miniscule cock a tug.  The large hand easily swallowed the thin man’s package, and the dark-haired giant grinned when his friend pumped his hips to grind against it.  “Little guy’s eager,” he chuckled.

“Guess…guess so…” Hayden stammered as Brody flipped him onto his back, his stomach fluttering as he gazed up at the looming monolith of muscle.

“Stroke it for me,” the big man ordered, licking his lips when Hayden’s trembling hand grabbed the average organ and started pumping.  He laughed and shook his head, his own hand kneading a plump, furry pec while he watched.  “You are so fucking cute when you act all embarrassed like this.”

Hayden raised an eyebrow.  “Act?  I wish I could be this convincing on purpose.”

Brody responded by straddling the smaller man and pinning his thin legs as he sat back and watched.  “Nah…come on, bro.  You love it.  I always knew you had it in you.”

“What?  No, it’s not…I mean…look,” Hayden sputtered, a fresh throb pulsing through him as he watched Brody flick the pouch of the tented jock to the side to let his massive cock spring free.  “Sure, it’s more fun than I thought it’d be, but that doesn’t mean I love…”

“Uh-uh,” Brody interrupted, scooting forward so that his foot-long monster pressed heavily against Hayden’s smaller poker.  “Quit pretending, dude.  Just say it.  You love gettin’ to be a freaky little horndog now, don’t you?  Nothin’ wrong with it, baby.”

Hayden sighed, knowing that Brody wasn’t going to let it drop.  “Fine.  You’re right.”

“I’m right about what,” the bigger man said, scooting forward again so that his cock now rested on Hayden’s toned little pecs.

“I do like…I mean love…that I get to…be on display all the time…that you show me off to your friends…that you take such good…care of me…” Hayden whimpered, occasionally interrupted by Brody’s cock against his lips when the bigger man pumped his hips.

“See?  Was that so hard?”  Brody had scooted forward again, his cock now resting fully on the smaller man’s face.  He grinned at the way Hayden eagerly licked the broad underside, loving how his thin friend felt squirming between his massive thighs.  “And what do you want me to do with this,” he asked, swiveling his hips and causing the oozing organ to bat against Hayden’s nose.

“Let me lick it clean,” the brunette groaned, pushed past the point where he cared about his embarrassment.  He shivered with delight when Brody moved up and lowered himself onto his face, taking a deep, huffing breath of the bigger man’s musky scent.  His hands clung to his friend’s muscled globes as he almost frantically lapped at the heavy, hairy balls that smothered him.  The fact that Brody had grown far too large to fit into his mouth was his only regret, but they’d found plenty of workarounds.

“You want me to cum all over that pretty face or inside you,” the squirming stud finally asked, his prominent pecs heaving.

“Why…why not both…” Hayden stammered, hating the rush of cool air on his face as Brody moved with surprising speed given his size.  The dark-haired hunk had shot back in a single bounce, throwing Hayden’s legs into the air and pulling the lithe man towards him in one smooth motion.  “HHHOOOOOooooo…okay…okay…oh…oh fuck…” the impaled brunette whimpered, his eyes wide.  He still couldn’t believe how easy it was for Brody to toss him around, how truly helpless he was, and how much that knowledge turned him on.

“All good,” the big man asked, giving a few slow thrusts.

“So…so good…” Hayden nodded, before adding, “I…I love it when you…wear me like a sleeve…”

“Good boy,” Brody grunted again, leaning in for another kiss.