What's In The Box? (Patreon)

Looking at Kurt’s bare, perfect pecs, Bryan had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t his fault.  Just because the bizarre circumstances were shaping up to be a dream come true on his end didn’t make him the cause of any of it.  That responsibility rested squarely on the dark-haired hunk’s broad shoulders.

“Hey, man…I know this is a lot, and I hate to rush you, but we really need to get those pants off,” Bryan said, his face flushing when he heard the words.  He’d fantasized about saying them for years, but he’d never imagined a time when he actually would.

“I know, I know,” Kurt sighed, running his hands through his raven mane as he paced back and forth.  The nervous gesture simultaneously accentuated the size of his arms and the way his athletic torso tapered at a set of impressive abs, showing off the chiseled physique that made Bryan’s, and just about everyone else’s, mouth water.  The jeans in question rode low on the olive-skinned stud’s trim hips, the fly already partially open to expose a patch of the thin knit boxers underneath.  “It’s just hard to wrap my head around, you know?  I mean, I can’t even…” Kurt paused as he gestured over at the discarded t-shirt on the nearby couch.  It was entirely unremarkable, made from a black poly-cotton blend and chosen only because it showed off Kurt’s precision-crafted build.  There was nothing remotely special about it, but already the bare-chested beauty longed for it.  “...I can’t even remember what it feels like to wear the fuckin’ thing!  Any of ‘em!  And as soon as these jeans come off it’s going to be the same.”

Bryan nodded, trying to look sympathetic.  His friend wasn’t wrong, but they’d already hesitated once, and if they didn’t act now things were only going to get worse.  “I’m not going to pretend like I can even begin to imagine what this feels like for you, but you heard what they said.  If we don’t do this now, things are going to get even uglier.  And if they can do all this, I really, really don’t want to see what ugly looks like.”

“Fuck…fuck!”  Kurt stomped a foot in frustration, causing the open denim to shift a bit lower.  Like his shirt, his bare toes could no longer recall the presence of shoes or socks.  “This is all such bullshit!”

“Really thought you’d learn to keep that mouth shut by now,” Bryan sighed.  This wasn’t the first time he’d bailed his hot-headed friend out of trouble, but it might have been the worst.  At least for Kurt.

“Really?  Like I was supposed to know some shit like this could happen?  It was just a strip club, dude.”

Bryan hated the way Kurt’s pouting lips punched right through his resolve.  His handsome friend wasn’t a bad person once you made it past all the blustering, but he couldn’t blame people for not wanting to make the journey.  Kurt was the very definition of a simple meathead, lifting, fighting or fucking his way through life.  And for the past twenty-six years he’d done so with moderate success, largely because of people like Bryan.  They’d met while Kurt was flunking out of college after his baseball scholarship had run out, and only the wiry blonde’s help had let him graduate.  Barely.  But they’d been inseparable ever since, with Kurt vowing to look after “the little guy” from that point on, whether Bryan wanted him to or not.  Any hopes the smaller man had that his friend would get his act together after graduating and getting a job quickly evaporated as he continued to bail the handsome hunk out of career and legal trouble.  Magical strip club proprietors, however, were a new twist on the familiar theme.  “It doesn’t matter whether you knew this would happen.  You could just not be a dick in the first place.  I was there, dude.  They told you THREE times to keep your hands to yourself.  Now let me take those goddamn jeans off before it’s too late.”

“Ugh…fine,” Kurt spat, folding his hands on top of his head.  “Just do it quick, alright?”

Bryan’s heart raced as he reached out and grabbed the waist of the jeans, carefully inching them past the point of taking his friend’s boxers with them.  Once they’d reached mid-thigh he shoved them down, doing his best not to grope any more of Kurt’s hairy, well-muscled legs than he needed to.  He also tried not to think about the thin layer of fabric that separated his head from the other man’s thick, bouncing cock as he gripped his friend’s rocky calves and guided the jeans free.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Kurt sputtered, his eyes wide as Bryan righted himself.  “It’s just…gone, dude!  What the fuck?!  How do I not know what wearing pants feels like?!”

“It’s okay…it’s okay,” Bryan said, keeping his voice calm as he watched Kurt stare at the jeans like he didn’t know what they were.  “We’ll figure this out.”

“How?!”  Kurt spread his arms wide, giving the blonde an unobstructed view of his scantily-clad frame.  The thin heather boxers had been brought low by the jeans, exposing a patch of Kurt’s manicured bush as they rested right above the base of the stud’s outlined cock.  The hefty organ was essentially on display as it wagged and shook with the slightest movement, as were Kurt’s ample cheeks that dimpled and flexed as he shifted his weight.  The top of the granite globes were exposed by the low-riding boxers, but the stunned stud couldn’t do anything to lift them higher.  He couldn’t touch them at all, which was why Bryan had to be the one to take them off.  Since Kurt liked touching people, the owners of the bar thought it appropriate for him to see how it felt.  Luckily, instead of being paraded up on stage and letting strangers do it, Bryan had convinced them to at least let him be the one to do it.  At the time he’d thought it might just be some weird metaphor for kicking Kurt’s ass, but any hopes that they’d escaped the club intact vanished when they made it back to the handsome hunk’s house and found a sealed box with an hourglass waiting for them.  The attached note said they had until the sands ran out to strip Kurt down, and once they’d done that they could open the box and see what his future had in store.  Each removed item reset the sands, but the note was careful to explain that if time ran out there would be consequences.

“I don’t know how we’ll figure it out…I never do with you.  But we will, okay?”   It was taking all of Bryan’s willpower not to stare at the nearly-naked adonis.  Kurt was well aware that he was gay, but they’d never actually discussed whether or not the blonde was attracted to him.  For the most part, Bryan just assumed it was a given.  “Have I ever left you hanging before?”

“Not once,” Kurt sighed, his fury deflating.  “You’re way too good to me, dude.  You’ve got your shit together and I’m still just a fuck up…” he paused, his stubble-covered cheeks twisting into a grin.  “If it’s gotta be someone, I’m glad you’re the one doing this.  Fuck…you’ve earned it, that’s for sure.”

Bryan’s face went crimson.  “Oh, no, it’s not like…I mean…I didn’t try to talk them into this so I could…I wouldn’t do something like…”

Kurt interrupted Bryan’s sputtering with a loud laugh.  “Not mad about it, bro.  If I was in your shoes I’d be into this too,” he said, his smile going smug as he broke into a double bicep pose.  Hell…if I was in your shoes, I’d be into YOU, not an idiot like me.  Kinda wish I was sometimes,” he said, his own chiseled features going pink.  “What?  Don’t look so surprised, dude.  I’ve even thought about trying it, but I’m not about to fuck this up, and it’s not like I’m going to go fuck around with some other dude.  But if I was into dick I would’ve locked that shit down a long time ago.  Anyone who can put up with my ass for so long is a catch.”

Bryan didn’t know what to say.  Not only had Kurt been aware of his feelings this entire time, his friend had actually contemplated ways to reciprocate them.  It was a rare admission of vulnerability for the jock, and also reaffirmed the smaller man’s insistence that the sculpted hunk wasn’t entirely irredeemable.  “That’s, uh…really sweet, actually.”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised,” Kurt huffed, his fake pout turning into a smirk.  “You know what might help, though?  Why don’t you do this with me?”

“Excuse me,” Bryan asked with a short laugh.  “You want me to do what, exactly?”

“Come on…at least you can put your shit back on afterwards.  If we both strip down it won’t feel so weird for me,” Kurt said, his grin growing as he inched towards the blushing blonde.

“It’ll…it’ll probably still be weird,” Bryan stammered, torn between wanting to do exactly what his friend asked, and knowing the full extent of how revealing it would be.  His cock was already twitching, and there’d be no hiding his obvious arousal once the clothes started coming off.

Not that there was much hiding it to begin with.  “Why?  Just ‘cause you’re gonna pop out of your panties?  Who gives a fuck,” Kurt shrugged before grabbing the bottom of Bryan’s shirt.  “Arms up.”

“We still don’t know what’s in the box,” Bryan said as he bashfully complied, his heart racing at the sensation of Kurt stripping him down.  He wasn’t as built as his friend, sporting a toned, thin frame instead of a strapping, athletic physique, but he was still fit and trim, with ample definition.  “You might be able to put your clothes back on too.”

“That’s a fuck of a thing to hear.  I ‘might’ be able to put clothes back on.  Not how I saw this night going, that’s for sure,” Kurt sighed as he eyed the lean blonde.  He gave an impressed nod, his hands lingering at Bryan’s waist.  “Damn, dude.  You’ve been a sleeper under there.  Kinda feels like you’ve been hiding this, too,” the dark-haired hunk chuckled as he kneaded the front of Bryan’s jeans.  Before the smaller man could respond, Kurt popped the fly and tugged them down, taking the navy briefs with them.

“Hey!” Bryan yelped, instinctively trying to cover himself as his suddenly exposed cock sprang to life.  It was a futile gesture given the hefty organs thick, seven-inch length, and the wiry man’s whole body went crimson at Kurt’s whistle.

“Bro.  What the fuck?  AND you’ve been carrying around a bigger piece than me this whole time,” the boxer-clad jock laughed, swatting Bryan’s hand away as the blonde tried to conceal the aching member.  “Relax, dude.  What the fuck have you got to be shy about?  I’m gonna be right behind you in a minute anyway,” he said, giving the blonde’s perky rear a squeeze.

Bryan took a deep breath as he squirmed under his friend’s lingering gaze.  “So is it less weird yet,” he asked, his head spinning as he tried to wrap it around everything that had led up to this point.

“Fuck no, but at least this is more fun,” Kurt shrugged, relishing the blonde’s embarrassment.

“Glad I could help,” Bryan said, his tone flat.  He gave up on trying to cover himself and let his rigid organ hang in all its glory, increasingly feeling like he was dreaming.  Between stripping Kurt naked and hearing the other man’s admission and now baring his all for his friend, Bryan had to work to convince himself that any of it was really happening.  And that was on top of the fact that, like his friend, he could no longer remember the sculpted stud ever wearing anything other than his boxers.  It wasn’t just Kurt’s memories that shifted as each article had been removed, and the sudden acquisition of several years’ worth of nearly-naked Kurt memories didn’t help Bryan’s ill-concealed arousal.  He’d started to bring it up, but then thought that his friend was stressed out enough without him adding that to the pile.  If Kurt hadn’t thought about that specific ramification yet then Bryan certainly wasn’t going to tell him, especially if there was a chance it would all go back to normal when the other man opened the box anyway.

“Seriously, man, I like this side of you.  You’re fuckin’ hot, dude…what are you always so uptight about,” Kurt asked, giving the blonde’s rigid organ a bounce.  “I’d be showing this shit everywhere.”

Bryan gasped at the unexpected contact, his face going a deeper shade of pink.  “What do you mean you ‘would’?  You already do,” he stammered, forcing himself to mirror Kurt’s casual energy.  He nodded at his friend’s outlined cock and raised an eyebrow as he ogled the meaty organ.  “So I’m bigger?”

“Don’t get all smug,” Kurt huffed, grabbing his package through his boxers.  “If you are, it’s not by much.  And maybe it just looks that way ‘cause you’re a scrawny fuck,” he said, raising and flexing his free arm.  There was a moment of silence, Bryan naked and hard while Kurt groped himself and flexed, with the dark-haired jock’s tone going bashful when he spoke again.  “Maybe when this is all over we could…you know…”

It was Bryan’s turn to relish Kurt’s embarrassment, and more than anything he wanted to make his friend squirm, to say out loud exactly what he wanted them to do, but the hourglass was rapidly running dry.  “Speaking of being over…” he said, nodding towards the box.  “Looks like it’s time.”

“Fuck, man,” Kurt groaned, his expression falling.  “What if…what if that’s really it?  What if you take these off and there’s nothing in there and I’m just stuck like that?”

“You can’t keep your clothes on anyway,” Bryan shrugged, reaching for his friend’s waist.  “It’ll just speed things up.”

“I’m serious!  My shirt and pants were one thing, but this is too much!  How am I supposed to do anything if I’m just naked all the time?”  Kurt’s tone was growing increasingly anxious, the color draining from his olive frame when the lean blonde grabbed the boxers.

“I don’t know…start an OnlyFriends and have stuff delivered.  We’ll figure it out, I promise,” Bryan said, his own tone going firm as the hourglass nearly emptied.

“No!  Wait…hold on a sec…” Kurt sputtered, grabbing his friend’s wrists.  “Let’s just think about…”

“There’s no time!  Come on, man!  Let go!”  Bryan tried to pull the boxers down anyway, but his friend’s arms were like iron bars.  “It’s almost too late!”

Kurt shook his head.  “No!  Fuck those guys.  They had their fun…they got me all scared and embarrassed and shit, but enough’s enough.  I’m not about tooOOOOOHHHH!”

Bryan instinctively let go of his friend’s underwear and pulled back at the other man’s sudden groan.  His eyes darted over to the now-empty hourglass and back to Kurt just in time to see the front of the jock’s boxers begin to bounce and tent.  “What’s happening?  Are you okay?”

“Take…take ‘em off!  Take ‘em off!” Kurt begged, his voice shaking.  Bryan leapt forward again and tugged the boxers down, letting the other man’s spring-loaded cock surge free.  Just as Kurt said, the six-inch organ wasn’t as long as the blonde’s, but it carried an impressive width that complemented the rest of the jock’s brawny frame.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned again, his exposed organ starting to ooze as, with the rest of his clothes, the memories of him ever having worn underwear vanished for good.  “It’s…it’s gone, dude!  I can’t…I can’t remember wearing anything!”

Bryan didn’t know what to say.  He was too busy wrestling with the sensation of seeing his fantasy in the flesh for the first time, while simultaneously recalling the countless hours he’d now spent around the naked hunk.  “We’ll…we’ll figure that part out in a second.  What’s happening there,” he asked, nodding at Kurt’s leaking member.

“Feels like…I’m…about to pop,” he grunted, his muscled frame tensing as a spasm shot through him.  It was followed by another, and then another, before Kurt’s untouched rod exploded.  The sputtering stud launched load after load, immediately regretting his choice of words at what followed.  With each copious spurt, his cock withered like a punctured balloon.  Kurt wanted to grab for the dwindling organ, but he was locked in place by the rapturous eruptions, helpless to do anything other than watch as six inches became five, then four, then three, until all that remained was a petite little button with the barest suggestion of the once-churning balls underneath.  “What the fuck…” he croaked, clearing his throat.  “WHAT THE FUCK?!  WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO MY…” Kurt’s eyes went wide and he abruptly cut himself off, the high, altered tone of his voice finally registering.  Instead of deep and smooth it was shrill and squeaky, carrying a helium edge that was just as jarring as his altered equipment.  The rest of the dark-haired hunk’s Adonis-like physique, his gorgeous face and sculpted muscle, remained unchanged, making the acorn cock and altered octaves stand out even more.  He cleared his throat again, knowing full well that it wouldn’t make a difference but needing to go through the motions.  “Oh…oh no…they…they really did it,” he squeaked, his face going purple.

“Are you…I mean, clearly you’re not, but…are you okay,” Bryan asked after picking his jaw up from the floor.  If the other man kept his mouth shut, or had his back turned, Kurt was still a model of masculinity.  His friend’s olive skin still bore a raven dusting that made his chiseled physique radiate a rugged appeal, and the scruffy stubble coating his razor cheeks left his statuesque features as eye-catching as ever.  Kurt’s ample, granite globes still dimpled as they flexed with his shifting weight, and his meaty thighs were still strong and sturdy.  It was only what lay nearly obscured between them that now looked out of place, along with the discordant sounds that slipped out of the hunk’s soft, plump lips.

“No!  How could I be?  Listen to me!”  Kurt’s expression was pained as the words came out whiny instead of intimidating.  “I sound like a freak!  And what the hell am I supposed to do with this?!”  He reached down and easily covered the petite new package with a trio of fingers, the crimson color suddenly draining from his face.  “No…no really…what…what am I supposed to do with this?  Dude!  I can’t…I can’t remember fucking any…one…” Kurt trailed off in a sharp gasp, going up on his toes at the flood of memories rushing in to fill the void.  Like the clothes he could no longer recall, the embarrassed jock no longer remembered sporting a thick, virile log, only his reduced nub, but unlike the clothes things didn’t stop there.

Bryan watched his friend squirm as similar memories began to percolate in his brain.  “Oh…OH!” he yelped, his cock throbbing at the sudden, phantom sensation of Kurt’s muscled bubble bouncing against it.  Now, having never had his previous endowment, the pitifully-hung hunk had been forced to find release somewhere other than the beds of countless women.  “Kurt…I…we…do we really…”

“Fuck each other senseless,” the altered man squeaked with a vigorous nod.  The trio of fingers that had been concealing his shrunken cock began tweaking it instead, a dull grin replacing the hunk’s horrified expression.  “Fuck yeah we do, bro,” he laughed, his free hand sliding up to begin groping across his pecs and toy with a pert little nipple.  Kurt seemed oblivious to the way he whimpered and pursed his lips, going at himself for several moments before his actions registered.  “Oh…whoa…this feels so wild…” he said, sounding surprised.  “I feel fuckin’ great, dude.”

Bryan didn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified by the sudden shift in his friend’s demeanor.  He was also too distracted by how odd it was to hear Kurt’s jock vocabulary, his frequent “fucks” and “dude” and “bro”, squeaking out in an altered voice to give it much thought.  “You do?”

The altered man nodded.  “I know I shouldn’t, right?  I mean…I feel like I was just trippin’ a minute ago about something big, but now it’s…” he trailed off and shrugged, the memories of his old life, along with the anxiety over its loss, now a step removed.  Kurt still knew he’d been a virile ladies man the same way he knew he’d once wore a shirt, even though he could no longer recall either.

“Should we open the box,” Bryan asked.  He’d been so focused on his friend’s alterations that he’d forgotten about his own nudity entirely until Kurt reached over and began tugging on his comparatively massive cock.

“Which one,” the jock squeaked, turning and grinding his ample cheeks against the blonde’s lap.  As with so many other events of the day, Bryan couldn’t believe any of it was really happening when Kurt answered his own question, popping and swiveling his trim hips with a kind of practiced precision.  Before he had time to process any of it, the blonde had been swallowed by his friend’s now-dextrous hole, leaving him draped against the bigger man’s broad back while he was forced to cling like a cowboy at a rodeo.  Bryan clutched Kurt’s plump pecs and held on, a hand occasionally drifting south to tweak the other man’s tiny nub as the power-bottom beauty pulled him towards the edge.  Though the lean blonde was the one inside, there was no doubt about who was really fucking who.  “Fuck yeah, bro…feel so good inside me…love ridin’ that dick,” Kurt groaned, entirely unphased by what should have been an impossible statement.  “Don’t need one of my own when I’ve…got yours…” he whined, nearly bringing Bryan to his knees with a few long, slow swivels.  The new memories were pouring in fast, but Kurt wasn’t bothered in the slightest as he saw himself playing out similar scenarios with countless other men, both friendly and unfamiliar.  A chirping, micro-dicked power bottom was simply who he was, who he’d now always been.

“Kurt…oh…oh fuck…I can’t remember the old you anymore,” Bryan whimpered.  Like his friend, he could still logically recall that the dark-haired Adonis had once been different, but it was a life that the blonde no longer had any firsthand experience with.  Now, he had firsthand experience with much, much more.  Instead of hanging on in surprise while Kurt did all the work, Bryan began thrusting in time, knowing exactly what to do to push his friend over the edge.  The other man’s high, desperate wails grew louder and faster until they finally choked off in a gasp, his tiny little nub spurting out a meager load that paled in comparison to the one Bryan unleashed inside him shortly after.

“Fuuuuuuuck yeeeeessss,” Kurt moaned, letting out a drunken laugh as he gave his muscled globes a few final swivels.  “It’s officially not weird anymore, dude.”

Bryan shrugged, amazed at how natural their sudden connection felt.  Lingering naked in Kurt’s arms was no longer a fantasy; it was an everyday occurrence.  “I know it should be, but…”

“Guess we shouldn’t rule anything out until we see what’s inside,” the jock said, finally turning his attention to the box on the nearby table.  Since he’d been reborn, no longer remembering anything other than his current exposure and altered proportions, the fear he’d previously felt failed to make a return, though Kurt still blushed when he lifted the lid.  In a reverse of his disrobing, the memories of clothing returned piece-by-piece, starting with the pink lace panties on top, followed by the tiny terry cloth shorts that left a large chunk of said panties, as well as his tiny package, on display, and ending with a cropped tank-top that at least reached his nipples as long as he didn’t raise his arms.  The skimpy outfit was capped by a pair of equally garish sneakers, leaving Kurt looking less like a straight jock and more like a giddy go-go boy.

“That’s a new look,” Bryan whistled, though he couldn’t remember exactly how it differed from his friend’s old one.  Now, all he could clearly picture in his mind were variations of what the handsome hunk currently wore, and how often he wore as little of it as possible.

“I mean, I guess,” Kurt said, blinking and shaking his head as if it would help rid the fog.  “At least I make it look good,” he chirped, still smug despite the strange circumstances.  He gave himself another once-over before noticing the piece of paper remaining in the box, his squeaky new voice shaking as he read it aloud.  “If all you found was this piece of paper then congratulations, you showed you’re capable of learning a lesson.  Hopefully you enjoyed being pawed at and won’t do it again when you put your clothes back on.  If you waited too long and found a new wardrobe waiting for your new body, we already know you enjoyed being pawed at.  Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of that kind of attention from now on.”

“Goddamnit,” Bryan grunted, feeling more like he should be upset than actually experiencing the emotion.  “So if you would’ve done what they said and played along you…”

“Wouldn’t have this,” Kurt interrupted, reaching over to grab Bryan’s softened hose again.  “Who gives a shit about that other stuff, right?  If they wanted me to feel bad about something, they shouldn’t have made it feel so good.”

“Maybe they knew this is what you wanted all along,” the blonde offered, still remembering Kurt’s earlier admission.  The boxer-clad stud in that memory now felt like a stranger which, technically, he was.  Regardless, neither could quite bring themselves to view Kurt’s current predicament as a punishment, especially since he didn’t remember being anything else.

The pantied pretty-boy looked down at his petite bulge, his battered hole still buzzing with lingering bliss.  “Or maybe they just wanted some competition,” he grinned, pulling Bryan in for a kiss.  “This ass is about to steal half their customers.”