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For the first time since he’d started the interview process nearly a month prior, Mike let himself feel a sliver of excitement.  Between his years in the army and his subsequent experience as a police officer, the stoic stud had been trained to keep his emotions in check, but he couldn’t stop a slight grin from forming on his otherwise intimidating features.  Not that anyone who saw the strapping brunette would have noticed.  Standing on the curb outside his hotel with his powerful torso practically exploding out of a navy polo, it was a toss-up as to whether Mike’s beefy, piston arms caught a viewer’s eye first, or if the heaping pecs jutting off his chest roped them in.  Not to be outdone, if his audience was more interested in what the statuesque figure was working with from the waist down, his plump, perky rear and trunk-like thighs gave them plenty to focus on.  As far as his square jaw, prominent nose, and sharp cheeks were concerned, they were usually an afterthought, a pleasant bonus waiting to be discovered whenever someone’s admiring eyes finally made their way northward.  Considering the imposing hunk’s 6’3” stature, it was usually a long journey, and one that provided Mike ample opportunity to size up the other person.  Though he was far from vain, the handsome brunette knew how to use his looks to his advantage, either to charm and disarm, or to intimidate and overwhelm.  With his short, chocolate hair and sharp features, Mike could go from friendly boy-next-door to wolfish and predatory depending on what the situation called for.

He always preferred the first of those options.  Having just crested into his mid-thirties he’d had plenty of opportunities to experience both over the years, and while he was built like a powerhouse, Mike always tried to take the least aggressive route whenever possible.  He wanted to help people, not hurt them.  It’s why he went into the armed forces and continued in law enforcement when his tour was over.  He’d always been the type to look out for others, and with his naturally athletic physique, going into protective services just made sense.  Mike was far from a dumb jock, but he also knew he’d never be the smartest guy in the room, so using his body was the better of the two options.  He could be everyone’s protective Big Brother, finding more peaceful solutions even when it would have been easier to simply pick someone up and slam them into the ground.

It was a big part of the reason why Mike wanted the job so badly.  The Brick seemed to mirror that same ethos, of being a gentle giant unless there was absolutely no other option.  Sure, the hulking hunk had played plenty of macho, hyper-aggressive roles throughout his career.  Between his status as an A-List action star, a former MMA champ, and a wrestling icon, The Brick had made a name for himself with his almost superhuman physique.  At 6’6” he was a bronze-skinned demigod, with raven hair, stunning, statuesque features, and an amount of muscle that would have looked bulky or cumbersome on anyone else, but which The Brick carried with effortless ease.  He was a force of nature, his incredible body matched by an equally incredible personality.  The Brick radiated a level of charm that was just as superhuman as his body, his smile more devastating than a blow from his powerful fist.  The man was instantly likable, and while he sometimes played arrogant monsters on screen, in real life he appeared to be the direct opposite.  He dedicated his time and money to philanthropic causes, funding charity after charity.  He started multiple foundations.  He launched free fitness courses online.  He seemingly gave of himself whenever possible, with hardly anyone having a negative thing to say about the handsome hulk.  With some celebrities that silence spoke volumes, but Mike didn’t think The Brick was using his money to buy silence.  He really thought the near-universal affection was genuine.  Everyone did.  It was as if the entire population’s brains had been wired to view the man in a positive light.  It just felt natural.

When he’d heard that there was an opening in The Brick’s private security detail, he’d jumped at the chance.  The celebrity stud was notoriously private, and normally Mike wouldn’t have known how to go about even looking for such a position, but a friend who’d left the department for the private sector had sent it his way.  It was a career move that Mike had been looking to make for himself, and his friend knew how much of a Brick fan he was.  He’d loved his time as a police officer, but long hours, low pay, and grueling conditions had finally started to wear him down.  Mike had been trying to find an organization that would be a good fit, he didn’t want to work for just anyone, and The Brick checked all of his boxes and then some.  Not only was the actor a personal hero, but by protecting him he’d be protecting all the other good the man did.  It was a win-win.

Or it would be if he could actually get the job.  So far, the experience was proving to be more grueling than joining the force.  He’d had a phone interview with an anonymous “hiring manager”, then an in-person interview with a middle-aged meathead named Nick, an intimidating bulldog of a man who was The Brick’s head of security.  The bald bruiser was squat and broad with an overabundance of unsculpted bulk, but he’d proven to be friendly enough once the conversation had gotten underway.  The interview had then been followed up by a somewhat embarrassing physical and a fitness test, where Mike had been stripped down to his underwear, rather thoroughly inspected, and then made to sprint on a treadmill, lift weights, and navigate an obstacle course, all while wearing nothing but his skimpy black briefs and a medical monitoring harness.  Mike had long since ceased to be shy about his body, especially when there was work to be done, but the prolonged exposure in front of the doctors and handful of other security staff had started to make him feel awkward, especially when his sweat-soaked briefs hugged his ample cheeks and hefty package to the point where he might as well have been naked.

But things were apparently going well.  He’d sat through a psychological evaluation after the intimate examination of his overall health and physical prowess, and then he’d sat for a series of headshots as if he was applying for a modeling agency, not a security detail.  He knew it made a kind of sense, that, thinking back on it, the men he’d seen surrounding The Brick in photos were nearly as handsome as the man himself, a likely necessity for the sorts of celebrity circles the actor traveled in.  Even Nick had been handsome in a rugged, unrefined way, and Mike felt an unaccustomed thrill at the thought that, on top of his mental and physical abilities, his looks had been deemed worthy of consideration as well.

Now, after yet another conversation with Nick, Mike was about to face the final test, a meeting with The Brick himself.  This was the make-or-break moment.  If everything went well, Mike’s future was about to take a wild turn.  He’d spend most of his time living at The Brick’s opulent estate instead of a two-bedroom apartment.  He’d get to travel the world.  He’d get to meet celebrities, politicians, and business leaders.  He’d get a peek behind the curtain that few others would ever experience.

Mike tried not to think about it.  He tried not to think about the fact that he was about to have a face-to-face with The Brick himself.  He focused on the job, on keeping things professional, using all of his varied experience and training to prevent his heart from racing like an excited teenager.  He was good at what he did and had a lot to offer; he didn’t need to be nervous or anxious.  If it was supposed to happen, it would happen, he told himself.

That focus was put to the test when a massive black SUV pulled up to the curb.  It matched the surroundings perfectly, which themselves hadn’t helped the anxious hunk’s nerves.  Instead of living in a bright, sparkling metropolis like other celebrities, the actor had chosen a dour, gothic setting.  The buildings didn’t shine, they loomed, the skyscrapers jutting up like broken bones in a forest of art deco brutalism.  It could have been beautiful, and Mike didn’t doubt for a moment that the intricate architecture and spanning bridges had been at one point, but the luster had clearly worn off.  Now, even in broad daylight, the city seemed darker than it should have, carrying an air of menace that made the nervous man feel like he was constantly being watched, like a monster or a caped vigilante could come bursting out of the copious shadows at any moment.  Fortunately, the SUV’s tinted driver-side window quickly lowered, revealing a striking, raven-haired hunk instead of a cackling villain.  The young man couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, his perfectly styled coif offset by a pair of mirrored aviators that accentuated razor, model-caliber features.  His plump lips split into a sparkling smile as he looked Mike up and down.  “Mr. Stevens?”

“That’s me,” Mike nodded, noting just how broad the young man’s shoulders were in his fitted button down.  A thin tie nestled between a pair of prominent pecs, and though he couldn’t see the rest of it, the anxious brunette had no doubt that the driver’s frame was just as fit.  “Call me Mike,” he said as he opened the door and climbed in back.  He did his best not to look too impressed as he settled onto one of the plush seats on the side, the interior having been designed in a “U” shape.  Mike thought it rude to sit all the way in the back, knowing that’s where The Brick would normally sit, and he wanted to stay towards the front so he could converse with the driver.

“Aaron,” the driver offered, nodding in the rearview mirror as he pulled away.  “So you’re the new guy?”

Mike gave a short laugh and shrugged.  “TBD.  Hope so,” he said, still fighting to keep his nerves from getting the best of him.  “How long have you worked for Mr. Brick?  Mr. “The” Brick?  Does he have a preference?”  Mike was aware that he was rambling, but he’d never actually thought to ask how he should address his potential boss, and no one had offered that specific piece of information.  Calling him by his actual name felt too familiar, yet addressing the man by his character name felt awkward.

Aaron’s smile grew as he watched Mike squirm.  “We usually just call him Brick.  He’ll let you know.  It’s a good sign if he tells you to call him that.”

“Noted,” Mike said, taking a deeper breath than intended.

Aaron didn’t let it go unremarked.  “Nervous?”

The brawny brunette hated that he could actually feel himself blushing.  “Trying not to be.”

“I remember how intense the process was, believe me” Aaron said, his smile going sympathetic.  “To answer your question, I’m wrapping up my second year.  I hope you get the gig so I can finally stop being the new guy.”

“I’ll be glad to help with that,” Mike laughed, not surprised to find the driver as charming as his boss.

“So why do you want to work for The Brick?”  Like a switch being flipped, the younger man’s voice took on an edge.  His tone was still friendly, but Mike could practically feel Aaron’s eyes boring into him from behind the shiny lenses as he locked eyes in the rearview mirror.

Refusing to be caught off guard, Mike shifted his own tone from casual to professional.  “Why wouldn’t I?  The man does amazing work, and I don’t just mean his acting.  He’s out there actually making the world a better place…if I can do my part to help make that happen, I’d be honored.”  This seemed to meet the young hunk’s standards as Mike caught a slight nod.

“And how far are you willing to go?”

“As far as I have to,” Mike said, not missing a beat.  “It’s my job to keep him safe, whatever that takes.”

“He’s worth it,” Aaron said, his voice tight with conviction.  “What you see online and on TV…it’s nothing compared to the real thing.  This isn’t a job, it’s a gift.  Understand?”

Mike was silent for a moment, not wanting to minimize the obvious sincerity in the driver’s statement.  It seemed to come out of nowhere, but he’d noticed a similar occurrence in his meetings with Nick and other staff so far.  “He must be pretty incredible to inspire the kind of commitment I’ve seen from you guys.  Everyone I’ve met with so far has been equally…enthusiastic…about their loyalty.”

Aaron chuckled, his demeanor thawing.  “Once you actually meet him, you’ll get it.  Sorry for getting all intense, but we get a lot of celebrity jock-sniffers, you know?”

“I can only imagine,” Mike nodded.  “I get the need for being thorough.”

“So what else?  You got a wife?  Husband?  Kids?”

Mike shook his head.  “None of the above.  It’s pretty much just me nowadays.  My folks passed away a few years ago and I don’t have any brothers or sisters aside from the ones I served with overseas, so…”

“Ahhh,” Aaron said, an eyebrow raising behind a mirrored lens.  “Now I know you’ll fit right in.  Brick’s a sucker for someone looking for a family.”

“Oh, no, don’t get me wrong, I’m not…” Mike said, afraid he’d gotten too personal.  “My first priority is the job.”

“Same.  For all of us,” Aaron shrugged.  “But you know how it is.  You work and live with a group of guys long enough, you become One Big Happy whether you want to or not.  Especially with The Brick.  He’s all about taking care of his guys the same as we take care of him.  Like I said…this stops feeling like a ‘job’ pretty quick.”

“Here’s hoping I get to find out,” Mike sighed.  The rest of the drive passed in silence, with the buff brunette trying to compose himself as their destination drew near.  He wasn’t actually going to The Brick’s house but to the man’s private offices, where his management team and foundation work were housed out of.  The oddly angular, three story building sat at the edge of town, looking more like a growth than an office building.  There was something almost organic about its curves and structure, and on any other street it would have stood out, but given the bleak backdrop it looked almost commonplace.  It was a jarring contrast to his potential employers bright, effervescent personality, the whole city was, a discrepancy that was starting to make Mike feel the first stirrings of discomfort.  His combat-honed instincts had picked up on something that his brain hadn’t yet pieced together, a pattern that he hoped would become clear sooner rather than later.

Stepping inside provided no further clues.  The tidy little lobby was unremarkable given the building's unique, twisting exterior, but the presence of several, suit-clad walls of muscle made it clear that this was no simple office building.  Mirrored sunglasses, earpieces, stern expressions; Mike felt like he was being surrounded by the Secret Service.  He wished for a moment that Aaron had escorted him inside, but the younger man had gone to park the car, leaving him to fend for himself.

“Right on time,” the bald bull of a man next to the elevator said as Mike went to speak.  The looming juggernaut was as tall as the brunette, but his shoulders were considerably wider, not an inconsiderable feat given Mike’s brawny stature.  “New blood’s here,” the man said, his deep voice a quiet rumble as he spoke into his wrist.  Mike couldn’t hear the response, but a moment later the man nodded and returned his attention.  “David will be right down.”

“Thanks,” Mike said, giving a quick glance to an equally imposing boulder of a man who stood next to a nearby door.  Save for his short, russet hair, the other man could have been a carbon copy of the one in front of him, wearing even the same scrutinizing expression.

“Aaron says he’s good,” the rugged redhead said, tilting his head slightly towards his bald companion.

“Aaron likes everyone,” the bull grunted, not taking his eyes off Mike.  “You really think you’ve got the stuff for this job?  Just how far are you willing to go?  How much are you willing to sacrifice?”

Mike didn’t flinch.  “It’s my job to keep my client safe, and I’ll do whatever I have to.”

“Not what he asked,” the ginger giant said, shaking his head.  “How much are you willing to give?”

Mike was starting to feel rattled.  There was that same intensity to their questioning that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, the intensity he’d been feeling from everyone involved, but with the pair of titans it was almost overwhelming.  They didn’t sound like employees as much as cult members.  Mike had been a part of enough combat units to pick up on the unmistakable bond between the two, the kind of chemistry that only came through sharing experiences that most other people would never have, though it struck him as out of place.  He had no doubt that The Brick’s security was put into harrowing circumstances, but it wasn’t like they literally went to war.  And if it wasn’t combat, he didn’t know what else would spark such an intimate connection.  “I’ll give my life if I have to.  I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’ willing to…”

The bald man scoffed, interrupting.  “Just your life?”

The flustered brunette was starting to feel dizzy.  And desperate.  He still couldn’t quite place the electric energy in the air, but he was quickly finding that he wanted more of it.  He still wanted to work for The Brick, that hadn’t changed, only now he realized it was less about the man himself and more about his team.  Between his encounters with Nick, and with Aaron, and with the intense pair in the lobby, Mike wanted to share in their devotion.  He wanted to feel that same connection of purpose, that same camaraderie.  The young driver hadn’t been wrong when he’d mentioned the part about a family, only it wasn’t until he’d stepped inside that it occurred to Mike just how much of a motivator that was.  Now, seeing the battle bond between the burly brutes, he realized how much he’d missed being a part of something bigger than himself.  “No, not just that.  I’ll put it all on the line.  Everything,” Mike said, meeting the bald bruiser’s gaze with his own intense stare.

“Good,” the man grunted just as the doors opened.

Unsurprisingly, Mike found himself looking at yet another walking sculpture, this time a stunning, dark-skinned stud who appeared to be around his own age.  Unlike the unrefined pillars of muscle in the lobby, the newcomer was immaculately put together, looking like he just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine and into his suit.  “Mike?  David,” the man said, his voice smooth and friendly as he extended a hand.  “I take it by the look on your face that these two have been giving you their ‘how much are you willing to sacrifice’ speech?”

“It’s not a speech,” the ginger said, almost pouting.

David just smiled and sighed as he ushered Mike into the elevator.  “They’re a bit intense…even by our standards,” he said when the doors closed.

“No, no, I appreciate it.  Everyone I’ve met with…” Mike hesitated, choosing his words.  “...It seems like The Brick inspires a devoted team.”

David gave a short laugh, adjusting the thin tie that nestled between his granite pecs.  “It’s hard to explain until you’re in it.  And I know how that sounds, believe me,” he added.  “But you just have to experience it for yourself.  It’s not for everyone, but I’ve heard good things about you,” he said, giving Mike a quick look up and down.  “Some advice?  Just relax.  If you’ve made it this far, that's a good sign.”

The doors opened before Mike could respond, and the sudden appearance of a well-appointed gym on the other side changed the course of his questioning.  He’d expected offices, or another lobby, not a state-of-the-art fitness center.  “Wow,” was all he managed, his eyes traveling over the trio of suit-clad studs while a quartet of meatheads busied themselves at various machines.

“Business is on the first two floors.  Think of this as the staff lounge up here,” David grinned, clapping Mike on the shoulder.  He nodded at the silent statue of a man just outside the elevator as he guided Mike towards the pair that stood outside a tall wooden door on the far side.  “Good luck,” he said as one of the men nodded and opened the door.

Mike only half heard the encouraging words, his attention immediately focused on the smiling, dark-haired hunk waiting inside.  Seeing him in person, The Brick was infinitely more radiant than he was on screen, oozing with a kind of charm so intense that it hit like a physical force.  Mike was torn between wanting to stare and wanting to avert his eyes, like he was approaching a blinding, beautiful celestial body.

“Hey!  There he is,” The Brick said as if he was speaking to an old friend.  “Get in here!”  Mike’s back instantly tingled from where the handsome hulk’s massive hand rested on it as he was ushered inside, his stomach fluttering.  “Glad you could make it.  Can I get you anything?”

“No, thank you.  I’m…I’m good.” Mike swallowed hard and did his best to steady his voice.  “Thanks for the opportunity,” he said, finally taking in his surroundings.  The space was more like a posh living room than an office, with broad sofas, plush chairs, a large TV, and several massive mirrors lining the walls.  The mixture of dark wood and dark leather was refined but casual, just like The Brick himself.  Clad only in a loose, draping muscle shirt and a pair of tantalizingly tight gym shorts, the towering actor would have looked like he’d just stepped in from the gym outside if it wasn’t for his unmarred beauty.  There wasn’t a bead of sweat anywhere on his rippling frame, chiseled face, or thick coif, only an abundance of smooth, supple muscle.  “Must be convenient having that right outside,” Mike finally said, trying to provide a reason for the way he’d just been staring.

The Brick grinned and nodded.  “I miss my old Lifter gym.  Place was a dump, but…” he paused and flexed a massive arm, “...it did the job.  Kinda hard for me to make it there these days.”  He looked Mike up and down as he finished, raising an immaculate eyebrow.  “I do most of my working out at home now…this is really one of the perks for my guys more than anything.  Locker room is decked out too.  Hot tubs, saunas, ice baths…all yours to enjoy, now.  I’ll show you around when we’re done.”

“Thanks, that’d be…” Mike trailed off, blinking when he realized what he’d just heard.  “Wait…does that mean…”

The Brick’s smile grew as he dropped into one of the plush leather chairs.  “That’s for you to decide, not me.  If you’ve made it this far, I know everything I need to.  You wouldn’t be standing here if they didn’t think you’d be a good fit.”

Mike couldn’t believe what he was hearing, or what he was feeling.  The longer he stared at the other man’s exposed bulk, his initial awe was quickly turning into a more confusing emotion.  Like most straight guys he knew, The Brick was the one man that Mike joked about being willing to fool around with.  But he’d never meant it.  Or at least he’d never thought he’d meant it.  Now, with The Brick looming before him like a king seated on a throne, all Mike could think about was just how gorgeous, how magnetic, the other man was.  “Oh…oh!  Wow!  Thank you…thank you,” he stammered.  “I hoped I was doing a good job.”

The Brick nodded over at the TV as the screen blinked to life.  Mike blushed when he found himself watching his underwear-clad frame scamper through an obstacle course, the sight doing nothing to quell the growing lust he struggled to keep at bay.  “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress.  This was an impressive display.  In a lot of ways,” he winked, motioning to the scattered headshots of Mike that littered a nearby end table.

The addled brunette bit back a groan, his cock throbbing.  He knew on a logical level that The Brick had just likely made a pass at him, but his brain wouldn’t let him believe that it was possible.  And, even if it was, Mike still had no idea why he so desperately wanted it to be the case.

“Sorry, sorry,” The Brick laughed, spreading his meaty thighs as he leaned back in the chair.  “I couldn’t resist.  You’re just so clean-cut and professional…I had to see if I could make you blush.”

“I, uh…I…” Mike sputtered, his face flushing a deeper shade.  There was no malice or mocking in The Brick’s tone, only what seemed to be a sincere, genuine interest.  Though the other man was an accomplished actor Mike excelled at reading people in life-or-death situations and, as unbelievable as it was, he’d decided that The Brick actually was coming on to him.  “What’s…what’s happening right now,” he finally asked, dropping the pretext of confidence.

“That’s entirely up to you,” The Brick purred, slowly pumping his legs.  “My guys told you I took care of them, right?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t…I mean…” Mike trailed off, his expression pained.  “Really?”

The Brick let out another loud laugh, his smile going sympathetic.  “Oh my god you’re even more adorable than I thought you’d be,” he said.  “This part never gets old.  Let me guess - you’ve never been turned on by a guy before?”  He waited for Mike’s nod to continue.  “I have that effect on people,” he said, a simple statement as opposed to an arrogant boast.  “But, as luck would have it, YOU’RE having that same effect on ME.”  Mike actually did let out a whimper when The Brick casually peeled out of his muscle shirt and tossed it aside, absently flexing his mountainous pecs before flashing his trademark smile in the dazed brunette’s direction.  “Absolutely no pressure, but if you want to…well, we can consider this part of us getting to know each other.”

Mike knew something strange was happening.  His confusing reaction, the overwhelming devotion from the staff, the odd energy in the air; it all pointed to something bizarre.  He hadn’t ingested anything, so he didn’t think he’d been drugged, though it was possible that there was literally something in the air.  But his gut told him otherwise.  Mike’s senses weren’t dulled in the slightest, and he didn’t feel remotely groggy headed or drunk.  If anything, his racing mind was in overdrive, drinking in every lovely detail of The Brick’s exposed bulk while trying to process the overwhelming desire coursing through him.

While his brain struggled, his body clearly had ideas of its own.  As he stood flushed and flustered, Mike’s strong arms seemed to move of their own volition, slowly stripping him free of his t-shirt.  His chiseled pecs heaved as he looked down past them at the obvious tent in his pants, the source of which was revealed when he kicked out of his shoes and sent the tight bottoms to his ankles.  Standing in The Brick’s office in nothing but his straining boxer briefs, Mike kept thinking that he should be embarrassed, or at least nervous.  He’d never fooled around with another man before, let alone a man like this, but the sensations wouldn’t come.  As The Brick slowly hefted himself out of the chair and shucked his own shorts, revealing a thick log of a cock that was rapidly twitching to life, all Mike felt was excited.  Safe.  Whatever was about to happen, he somehow knew he was in good hands.

“Even more impressive in person,” The Brick said, giving an approving nod as he eyed the brunette’s strapping frame.  He stuck a pair of fingers in the elastic of Mike’s underwear and tugged it down, letting the other man’s own stout club of a cock spring free.  The squat organ was of average length but was impressively wide, sporting a matching set of churning, heavy orbs.  “Feels like a big shooter,” The Brick grinned, giving a few tugs.

“It has its moments,” Mike stammered as he reached out for the taller man’s hefty organ.  The Brick had to be at least ten inches, though the imposing member still managed to look average compared to the rest of the dark-haired hulk’s imposing physique.

“We’ll get to that,” The Brick purred, pulling away before Mike’s fingers could make contact.  He slipped around behind and began kneading the brunette’s broad shoulders, wedging his fat cock between them.

“This…this really isn’t how I thought this’d go,” Mike half gasped, half laughed as The Brick’s hands began groping across his meaty pecs.  He didn’t know if the bigger man was planning on impaling him with his rigid girder, but at the moment he wasn’t opposed to the idea.  He’d never thought about the reality of having sex with another man before, about being on the receiving end for the first time in his life, but The Brick seemed to transcend something as mundane as gender.

“Oh, just wait,” The Brick whispered, leaning in to kiss along Mike’s neck as his hand slid down over the brunette’s firm muscle gut.

“OHHHHH..!”  Mike let out a groan, his eyes closing and his knees going weak when a bolt of pure ecstasy shot through him.  Whatever The Brick was doing, his cock suddenly felt like it was going to shoot off his body as one deep throb after another rocked his core.  “Oh fuck…oh fuck…that feels…incredible…” Mike whimpered.  “Whatever you’re…doing…is…is…” he trailed off when his eyes finally opened.  He saw the reflection of himself and the towering man in one of the many mirrors before he had a chance to look down, the sight of The Brick’s strong fingers buried knuckles deep into a foreign orifice making him gasp.  Though the rest of his naked, writhing bulk appeared unchanged, his girthy package was nowhere in sight, somehow having been swapped out for an eager, desperate pussy.  “What…what is this…” he sputtered, his eyes wide.

“Shhhh…just relax.  It’s okay,” The Brick cooed, tightening his embrace with one arm while the other sent the probing digits in deeper.

“FUUUUuuuuNNNGGhhhh….fuuuuck…” Mike howled, his whole body feeling like it was melting in the other man’s arms.  A part of him was now fully aware that something impossible was happening, but a bigger part didn’t care as long as it felt this good.  That sensation of safety hadn’t lessened in the slightest despite the supposedly horrifying alteration, and more than getting his dick back, Mike just wanted the ecstasy to continue.

“I should probably come clean,” The Brick said, nibbling on the brunette’s ear.  “All of this…the body, the career, the money…it didn’t exactly come naturally.  Unless you count magic as ‘natural’?  But you get the idea.  I’m sorry for the confusion you must be feeling right now…if it’s any consolation, I do my best to make it worth your while.”

Mike literally had no idea how to respond.  He didn’t believe in magic, but it was the only thing that could explain what was happening.  It also explained the rest of it, the odd devotion and the way the world seemed to lay itself at The Brick’s feet, it really was supernatural.  “But…but why…this,” Mike asked, finally looking down at his altered lower half.

The Brick shrugged.  “I make sure you guys stay plenty busy with mine, so you don’t really need one of your own.  More importantly, it’s part of how I maintain such an impressive appearance.  There’s a reason I hand-pick my guys.  You’re my buff little batteries.  Once we form our…connection…I stay big as long as you stay big.  And when I…borrow…these,” he said, wiggling his fingers inside Mike’s new opening, “I get even bigger.  See?”  The Brick flexed a hulking arm again, and though it was a subtle shift, Mike could tell that the brawny piston actually was noticeably larger than it just had been.  “Plus, I mean…do you see how hot you are right now?  What can I say…I have a type,” he grinned, spinning Mike to face him.

Mike appreciated that The Brick waited for his nod before plunging inside. The penetrated hunk couldn’t even attempt to hold back the ecstatic howl that rang around the room, and likely the entire floor.  He knew that all of the guys outside could hear him getting his brains fucked out by the beautiful titan, but he was more focused on the fact that he was getting fucked in the first place.  As The Brick manhandled him over to the couch, Mike could barely process the undiluted bliss ripping through him.  His plump pecs bounced, his jaw was slack, his eyes wide and frenzied as each pump of The Brick’s hips brought a fresh wave that he tried to surf with his altered equipment.  He wondered if he’d ever made a woman feel even a fraction as good as he did at the moment, and Mike paused at the thought, expecting to feel odd or embarrassed at thinking of himself in the same way as the women he’d previously fucked.  But all he felt was lucky.  He now fully understood the devotion in the men he’d met along the way, as each thrust filled him with an increasing level of commitment.  He wasn’t just protecting a wealthy celebrity; he was protecting the source of this soul-quenching ecstasy.  He knew he’d stumbled into something unexpected, something that should have been a nightmare, but as he felt the thick organ slipping in and out it seemed more like a dream come true.

Though he’d lost all track of time, things ended far too soon for Mike’s preference.  He laid in The Brick’s arms in a daze, his body processing the intense new afterglow.  He kept thinking he should be more concerned as he looked down at his altered lower half and the new opening where his package should have been, but the anxiety refused to show.  “That was amazing,” he finally said when The Brick shifted him off his broad torso.

“Haven’t had any complaints yet,” The Brick laughed, giving Mike’s muscled cheeks a swat after pulling him to his feet.  “Speaking of, let’s introduce you to the crew.”

Mike hesitated as his warped, naked frame was pulled towards the door, but with the bigger man gripping his forearm he had no choice but to follow.  The Brick was still naked as well, and the stunned brunette was surprised to find that the men he’d seen working out had similarly disrobed.  “Wait…are we all…”

“Like I said…I have a type,” The Brick chuckled, motioning at the mountains of muscle and their missing endowments.  Like Mike, their buff, imposing physiques all sported tight, feminine slits, with many of the eager orifices oozing the second the towering Adonis stepped into the room.  The intense camaraderie made even more sense to the spent stud, with Mike now understanding that the group’s solidarity was born on an entirely different field of battle.  “Don’t worry boys, you’ll all get a turn,” The Brick called to the group.  Mike thought he heard a note of mocking condescension creep in, but his brain immediately shut down that train of thought, refusing to let him question his new employer’s intentions.  It was his job to keep the big man safe and do what he was told, and, when he was lucky, to let the charming stud work off some steam with the gift he’d been given.  Anything else, he didn’t need to worry about.

As if to prove that last point, Mike was meeting the last of the guys before he realized he’d stopped even thinking about his missing package or his nudity.  And when a naked Aaron led him into the locker room to clean up, the brawny hunk already felt entirely at ease.  There was still a nagging alarm bell ringing in the back of his brain telling him that none of this was right, but Mike wasn’t actually interested in questioning any of it.  The “how” and the “why” didn’t matter; only The Brick did.

“Told you it was a gift,” Aaron said as Mike stood under one of the showers and reluctantly scrubbed the remains of The Brick’s dried load from his muscle gut.

The broad-shouldered brunette gave a short laugh and shook his head, enjoying the way his eyes lingered on the younger man’s athletic frame.  Naked, Aaron was every bit as impressive as Mike thought he’d be, and the now-similar flat patch between his thighs only added to the appeal.  “Kinda undersold it,” Mike said, his fingers dancing at the edges of his own still-eager opening.

Aaron tossed him a towel when the shower shut off.  “Yeah, but how would I even begin to explain this?  And I didn’t want to scare you off.  I knew you’d fit right in.”

“Is it weird that…” Mike started as he toweled himself dry.  “Never mind.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, picking up where the other man was headed.  “Oh, it’s weird.  All of it.  The fact that it even happened, how much you like it…it’s real strange,” the younger man nodded.  “Do you know how much pussy I used to get?  And now I have one?  But, seriously man, I wouldn’t go back for anything.”

Mike blushed when he realized he was toying with his slit as he stared at the other man.  “I think I know what you mean,” he said, more flushed from excitement than embarrassment.

“I can take you back to your hotel whenever you’re ready,” Aaron said, clearly enjoying the view.  “Just let me know when and I’ll get dressed.”

Mike’s stomach fluttered at the loud groan that filtered into the locker room just in time to punctuate the younger man’s sentence.  “Maybe, uh, maybe in a bit.  I think I’d like to get to know the team some more first.”