Spin Cycle

Brandon grumbled to himself as he entered into the spin cycle class. He hated the idea of doing this much cardio. But the doctor and his wife practically demanded that he did something other than just lift weights. That would be good on controlling his weight, but not fast enough to lose his big belly he’d gained over the years.

It’s not like Brandon cared. Working in construction he’d seen plenty of guys bigger than him. Guys whose bellies stretched further out than his or guys who couldn’t properly bend over any more. Maybe it was just because he was a little bit taller, but Brandon never thought he carried his weight too badly. But when the doctor saw him, he was a bit more shocked than he thought he should have been. Before he knew it, he was signing up for the class and then more surprisingly, going.

As he entered the gym’s bike room, Brandon’s face soured more than it had already been. ‘Only women…’ he scoffed to himself. Usually that would be fine. A good view all around him was always appreciated, but he could feel their judging stares. His overweight body only felt all the more unattractive after having walked past all the gym bros on the other side of the wall.

Brandon pushed through. ‘For my wife,’ he breathed out a sigh as he took a bike in the back of the room. It helped with the stares as he wasn’t trying to impress any of these women anyways.

“Alright class!” a high pitched, but distinctively male voice called from the front of the room. Brandon felt his body shift to attention. ‘A twinky looking dude…’ Brandon thought to himself as he looked at the instructor. The guy up front had to be only 150 or so pounds, maximum. His trim body looked like it had a bit of muscle to it, but his smooth hairless body looked so frail, Brandon couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done any physical labor at all. A bit of pride filled his gut as he thought just how weak the man up front was.

However, he was in for a rude awakening that cycle class didn’t care about strength, it was endurance. The peppy voice shouted to shout and everyone in the class joined in. The first minute or two Brandon felt perfectly fine. That quickly shifted as the instructor told them to pick up the pace. Then they were ‘going uphill.’ Then faster as they reached the summit. ‘What the hell!? Where’s the downhill?!’ Brandon huffed as he needed some sort of break. The class was supposed to be 50 minutes but it felt like an eternity.

“Don’t push yourself too hard! Especially if it’s your first time,” the instructor shouted. Brandon could feel his eyes on him. Pride and anger swirled around him, but the physical limitation of his body made it obvious he needed to slow down. Sweat had stained the entirety of his shirt and he could feel it in his underwear and shorts as well. His clothes clung to his body and the drenched hair underneath had to be giving off a distinct smell. Feeling his bike nearly topple over, Brandon decided to keep himself at a more reasonable pace until the class concluded.

As he sat on the bike to catch his breath, he couldn’t help but notice the women giving him an even wider berth than earlier. ‘Not trying to impress any of you anyways…’ he glared. The redness on his face from the sweat covered any embarrassment that he was currently feeling. At the same time the soreness of his legs made it impossible for him to confidently leave his seat.

“Nice job out there,” the instructor approached him, dodging all the women. His pretty boy face barely looked tired after all of that. “I’m Dillon by the way.”

“Brandon,” Brandon held out his hand. Dillon reached in and shook it. The size difference was immense. Brandon’s thick calloused hand easily engulfed the trainers. More surprising to Brandon was how soft and delicate it felt, closer to any woman than man. “Thanks…” he added.

“You know we don’t get many people in like you,” Dillon said.

“Fat pieces of shit?” Brandon frowned.

Dillon’s fake smile widened. “Men,” he corrected. “There are plenty of overweight people who come in and lose all kinds of weight. Just ask any of the women around.” He looked around. Most had already started to shuffle out. “Maybe next time,” he quickly added.

Brandon gave him a grumpy, “Mmmhmm…” as he watched the women leave.

“So, what made you want to come today?” Dillon asked.

“Doctor,” Brandon huffed, “said I needed to lose some weight. Said this was really good place to do it.”

“Doctor Mason?” Dillon’s fake smile turned more genuine.

It caught Brandon a bit off guard though. “Uhhh… Yeah?” he nodded. “Doctor Mason. He said you had really impressive results.”

“I do,” Dillon’s face lit up. A giddiness ran through him. “And you read the brochure?”

“Uhh… Yeah?” Brandon tilted his head a bit.

“THAT’S PERFECT!” Dillon squealed. He leapt in for a hug, however, with Brandon’s girth he couldn’t quite get his hands to touch.

“Okay?” Brandon didn’t know how to react. His arms lifted up as though not to touch the other man at all. However, the length of the hug was getting a bit uncomfortable. And he could have sworn he could hear Dillon saying something, but with his face buried in Brandon’s fat it was muffled to incomprehension.

“Hehe!” Dillon came backout with the widest smile on his face. For the first time Brandon had felt pretty happy that his face was beet red as a bit of blush from embarrassment seeped into him. Or maybe it was the way his soft little hands were touching him. Almost like they were gently padding his fat. “Don’t feel embarrassed,” he said. “This’ll all feel normal after a little bit.”

“What will?”

Dillon let out another giggle. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Brandon repeated. His eyes narrowed as he tried to think about what he should worry about. Something about the last sentence Dillon had said seemed off, but he couldn’t focus on it. “Don’t worry about it… Hmmm… Hey! What are you doing?” Dillon had gone over to the front door and locked it.

“Just preparing for our second session,” Dillon said. The innocence in his voice knocked Brandon a little bit. “You said you wanted a more private lesson. Being around all those women made you uncomfortable.”

Brandon couldn’t deny that. But, at the same time, he didn’t remember asking for a private lesson. “I guess…” he nodded.

“Perfect! Now take off your shirt,” Dillon said.

“T-take off my shirt!?” Brandon squawked back. “Wh-why!?” He naturally grabbed at his fat almost as though to tuck it in.

However, Dillon’s confidence didn’t break. “I just need to know what I’m working with. Besides, why would you be uncomfortable. I’m sure you’ve changed in front of guys before. Why’s this any different?”

“I… I don’t know…” Brandon muttered. He slowly gripped the bottom of his shirt and started to peal it off his large sweaty body. All the while trying to think of a reason why he wouldn’t want to do it. It was just with another guy. Maybe a bit of a gay one. But it was a professional. He slowly gave in and stood there shirtless. His belly distended out in front of him and the hair covering it was all mattered together. “There…” he muttered.

“My! My! Look at all of that to work with! And what were you thinking about it? Hmmm?”

The cool breeze in the room made Dillon shiver. “What do you mean?”

“What type of body do you want to have? Hmmm? You’ve got so much fat all over your body. What were you thinking? A pro-bodybuilder? Big muscles, small waist. Or just losing it all and being more like me?”

Brandon felt himself snort out a laugh. “Sorry… I’m just here to lose a little weight. And it’s not like I wanna be one of those prissy guys who count every single calorie that they take in. I don’t mind a bit of the weight. But it just can’t all be stacked here,” he grabbed his belly and gave it a shake. “Doctor says that has to go.”

“Of course not,” Dillon grinned. He moved closer to Brandon again. His soft hand landed on the hairy belly. “You need to be big and strong for your job. Able to be able to lift more than any one else around you without getting tired at all. The other men look up to you, for both your strength and height.”

Brandon felt a lump form in his throat. The gentle way Dillon’s fingers parsed through his hair didn’t feel normal, but he couldn’t quite get himself to worry about it. Instead, he was more curious about this feeling running through his body. Almost like all his weight was shifting around in his body. The fat in his stomach seemed to pull back into him while his shoulders and arms and legs felt thicker.

Even stranger still was how much smaller Dillon was feeling. Brandon had thought they were about the same height, but now he was looking down on him a bit more. Something all the way down in his bones felt like they were stretching. Every second they were expanding and growing thicker. Then Dillon only seemed to come up to his shoulders. “What the hell?” Brandon reached for his head. A deep confusion started to spread through him.

“It’s alright big guy,” Dillon leaned more of his weight on Brandon. “You’ve always been this big. And love showing it off. Especially to other men. You can see how jealous they are of your size and strength, and rub it in a little.”

Brandon flashed a bit of a twisted smirk. It’s not like Dillon was wrong. Nor could he deny how good it felt to have the other man running his hands up and down his body. “I mean…” he nodded, his eyes looked off into the distance. “They just need to work out a bit harder.”

“Uh-huh,” Dillon’s fingers gripped his mighty pec. “Give me a flex.” Brandon dutifully obliged. His massive arms went up and gave them a powerful flex. Dillon’s tiny hands wrapped around the massive arms as much as they could but couldn’t reach each other. Then squeezing with all his might, he couldn’t make the muscle move at all. “You’ve got to feel so good. It can be a bit hard for some people to tell on that handsomely stoic face.”

“It can be…” Brandon agreed.

Dillon pressed his body harder against Brandon. One hand squeezing his bicep while the other clenched his pec. “But so many try anyways. To be with a sexy guy like you it’d be such a missed opportunity.” His hand slid down Brandon’s belly and into his shorts. “But I also couldn’t help but notice you’ve been hard since I started talking to you…”

His soft hand gently grasped Brandon’s hard dick, feeling it throb at the sensation. Brandon let out a bit of a grunt but stayed stone faced. Dillon only smiled as he continued to gently tug against the rod. Each time watching as Brandon did his best to stay tough. Dillon’s other hand gently parsed through the sweaty hair lining the bigger man’s belly and chest. He rested his head against Brandon’s thick pecs, smiling up at him.

“Feels good. Don’t it?” Dillon smirked.

Brandon gave him a grunt and a nod. It was getting hard to hold back. No amount of toughness could keep him from finishing. He let out another grunt as his body jerked. A massive load filled his underwear. The euphoric feeling made him a bit dizzy, but he was quickly coming down from it. He looked down at Dillon who’s smile only broadened.

“I know that look,” Dillon pressed his body against Brandon’s. “You really liked my class. Didn’t you? Well… I’ll happily see you next week. We need more guys like you here. Okay?” Brandon gave another grunt and nod as he went to the locker room to throw his underwear away.

Getting the App

“What are those dumbasses doing?” Coach Balter glared. He’d been coaching at the college for nearly 30 years now and never saw two guys so fit for athletics yet, refusing to even attempt them. Theo and Austin were on the other side of the gym flexing. And boy was there a lot to flex. Their bodies were fit to go on stage at any time and they knew it. It wasn’t till Austin started to take off his shirt that Coach Balter shouted. “HEY!” his deep voice echoed off the gym walls. Theo fumbled with his phone and dropped it. “What do you idiots think you’re doing?” He stomped over to them, glaring up at them.

“I-I-I…” Stammered Austin.

Theo was quick to pick up his slack. “We were just posing. Then upload a couple of pics online.”

Coach Balter let out an angry huff. These two guys should have known better. Each one was built like a fucking statue and he would have loved to put them on one of his teams. Didn’t matter if it was football, lacrosse, rugby, he knew they could handle it. “You know damn well not to take your clothes off in the gym. It’s distracting. And rude. Other guys get uncomfortable and girls get distracted,” he explained.

Austin looked to Theo for support who was going back to his phone, typing something in it. “We were just—”

Balter snatched it out of his hand. “You were just what?” he held the phone up, showing it off. “You’re not in high school anymore. Even if I don’t have direct authority over you, I can still have authority in this gym. Finish your workout and you can have it back.”

Theo held out his hand. “Alright. We’re done.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Coach Balter grit his teeth. “You two fuck heads just walked in here and started stripping. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

It was the first time Coach Balter had actually seen Theo stunned. Still, he held his ground. Almost like he was ready to square up with the older coach. But Austin was quick to interject. “Let’s just do a quick work out. Alright?” Austin put his arm on Theo’s, pulling it lightly. Then leaned in closely, whispering, “It’ll be fun testing these bodies out…”

“Fine,” Theo grumbled. “But I’ll be back.”

Coach Balter nodded. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until the two had walked away. That was one fight he was not wanting to have. Even if he could handle himself fairly well, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. A lot of his muscles had gone a bit soft and his belly had grown pretty far out in front of him. He could take a hit or two from some punk, but not from someone built like Theo. He was just glad that Austin was such a softie. Even though the guy had to be at least 230 with an 8% body fat, he still acted like he was some scrawny little nerd who’d never lifted in his life.

Though, looking over at the two, they seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble actually lifting the weights. Coach Balter squinted, unsure how two guys so big, could be so confused with a gym. Theo’s eyes kept darting back to him. Coach Balter just held up the phone and waved it, with an angry grin. ‘You know you’re not getting this back till you finish a workout,’ was plastered all over his face and it only seemed to make Theo even angrier.

That’s when the phone vibrated. ‘The hell!?’ Coach Balter fumbled with it and then looked at the screen.

{New user detected. Please touch screen to begin.}

Fumbling with the phone, Coach Balter accidently touched the screen and it opened up.

{New user identified. Initiating. Process complete. Enjoy your new Chronivac experience.}

{Type what you would like to change.}

Coach Balter stared at the screen blankly. What kind of app was this? It was so simple. Nothing on the screen except for a blank white box and the greyed out words, ‘type what you would like to change.’ What even could it be? His fingers hovered over it, thumb touching the white space and the keyboard showed up. ‘Students listen to me when I tell them what to do.’ He typed. It was always frustrating having the students act as though they owned the place. Even if they were paying to be here, there still needed to rules. Some of them acted so high and mighty that he felt like he just had to pass them even if they shouldn’t have passed.

“HEY!” Theo shouted from across the gym. “Are you going through my phone!?”

“Until you finish your workout, this is mine. So, finish your god damn workout!” he shouted back. Instantly Theo stiffened up and went back to the weights. Austin looked at him for support but continued to follow his lead. “Oh fuck…” Coach Balter muttered to himself as he watched Theo continue his workout. It was like he was a man on a mission, actually doing the exercises and using more proper form and heavier weights than he had been. “Did this…” he looked down at the phone and saw the text there along with the same greyed out words right below it.

{Type what you would like to change.}

Coach Balter couldn’t confirm it, yet it was hard to deny that it worked. The only person Theo ever listened to was his boyfriend. To think that he so diligently and perfectly listened to a teacher’s words was unheard of. He stared at the phone a bit more. He needed more confirmation. Something that he could actually prove changed. He thought about it a bit more before typing, ‘I only have a 9% body fat.’

“Woah,” Coach Balter’s body lurched forward. He could feel it almost instantly as his muscles started to tighten up. Over the years, holding onto a thin waist and defined arms became harder and harder to do. His belly had ballooned out in front of him before he realized it. But now it was traveling in the opposite direction. He could see it pulling in on itself. The hefty belly he’d been so ashamed of completely disappearing. All the while the rest of his body was doing the same. Any amount of fat seemed to disappear. His shoulders had grown wider and rounder. The definition in his biceps only became more prominent. More surprising was that they didn’t seem to shrink at all. If anything, they started to grow.

Though, he did let out a bit of a whimper as his quads grew. His balls had accidently swung between his growing quads, only to get smashed between the hard muscles. “Damn…” Coach Balter smiled when he recovered. At 5’10” and 240 pounds, his fat looked to be pretty good. Now he just looked like a little fireplug with too wide of shoulders and thin of hips. His muscles were maybe just a bit too big to properly fit his body.

‘I’m 6’6”,’ he quickly added to the phone. Instantly he started growing taller. He could feel it in his bones as they lengthened and watched as his muscles grew more suited to his body. Then quickly added another 20 pounds of muscle to really fill it out. Every part of the coach bulged. The athletic gear he was wearing only seemed to grow to fit his body even better. But then he looked at the white color that had overtaken his hair. A bit of anger filled him as he remembered that he was still aging. Even with the boost to his muscles, he still felt like he wasn’t in his prime.

‘I’m only 35 years old,’ Coach Balter added. “Oh fuck yeah…” a deep moan rolled out of his mouth as he felt the vitality of youth returning to him. His body felt better than it had in ages. Ease of motion returned to his joints. The round saggy features of his face tightened against his strong jawline. He felt agile.

Coach Balter instantly went back into a heavy duty workout. Pushing himself well past even his prime. Every part of his body felt good. The sweat dripping down and covering his body felt amazing. His muscles moved and lifted weights he’d only ever imagined lifting. Veins pushed out of his skin as his muscles bulged with a long lost power. And then he saw Theo and Austin come back over to him. “What?” he grumbled. It was nice to actually be looking down at the two studs instead of up.

“My phone,” Theo said. “We finished our workout.”

“Hmmm…” Coach Balter thought about it for a second. He did say that. But was wanting to test this little app out more. And he needed these two to join a team. “You two want to walk around campus without a shirt on,” it was a statement, not a question. He watched as Theo and Austin became uncomfortable with the amount of clothing they were wearing.

Austin nodded while Theo gave an angry, “Yes.”

“Then join one of the sports teams. Don’t care which one. Then you can show off whenever you want,” Coach Balter said.

“Wh-what?” Theo gasped. “Since when?”

“I’ll make it a new rule,” Coach Balter crossed his arms against his chest. “Starting with you two.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Coach Balter confirmed. He dangled the phone under his arm. “What do you say?”

“Sure man. Whatever,” Theo confirmed.

Austin added a, “Whatever team Theo joins, I’ll join too.”

“Perfect,” Coach Balter handed the phone back to the Theo. Theo smiled and started heading to the door mumbling about something. “Oh! Before you go. Send me a copy of that Chronivac app.”

“Wh-at?” Theo turned around but his thumbs were already at work copying the code and pasting it into a message for Coach Balter. He hit send.

Coach Balter opened it up. “Perfect. Now delete it from your phone.” He watched Theo struggle. His fingers were doing everything in their power but couldn’t quite stop themselves from dragging the source code, dropping it in the recycle bin and then emptying that out as well. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Have a good night.”

Undercover Cop

Officer Coleman was having a hard time figuring out what exactly was going on. It was supposed to be an easy bust. They had a bunch of evidence of illegal drugs in the back of a strip joint, all he had to do was go in as ‘new talent’ and then bust them. But somehow it was hidden better than anyone in the police station realized. And no one was talking.

What was supposed to just be a small tour of the building, turned into a lot longer sting that anyone was prepared for. Luckily Coleman got the job. He was able to stay in the building for the time being and mingle with the other workers. Each one seemed bigger than the last. Coleman made sure to keep his eyes pointed forward as he was too embarrassed to know how he stacked up compared to them in that department as well. Even though they weren’t on stage, every guy still walked around comfortably in nothing but a speedo. Oftentimes breaking out into a bit of a flex as Jimmy, the owner, would walk by.

He went up to the biggest guy in the room. Coleman could feel his heart racing. Could he have already been found out? Even on his first day? But Jimmy just gave the guy a firm slap to the back. “Troy, show the little one the ropes. Alright?”

The juggernaut nodded. “Come with me,” he nodded his head and started walking.

Coleman found himself jogging slightly to keep up. This dude had to be nearly a head taller than him and built like an Olympian. He was so big that it didn’t even look like clothes could fit around his massive arms or shoulders. They bulged with unbelievable power and he wasn’t even doing anything right now. Coleman kept quiet as he walked down the long hallway. He pushed through two large double doors and a bright light shined through.

All Coleman could say was, “Woah,” as he looked at the fully stocked gym. Every piece of equipment that he could have ever imagined was in there and even some he’d never seen before. He wasn’t sure what swings or ropes dangling from the ceiling could be used for and the chains along the wall didn’t seem long enough for rope swinging exercises. But with so much equipment, he figured he’d not have to worry about it.

Not to mention the smell. The strong smell of sweat and iron filled the large gym. But there was something else. Something that Coleman couldn’t quite place. Somehow it was familiar, but not something that he’d search out for. It hung in the air as he followed Troy deep into the gym. “What’s that smell?” Coleman finally asked.

Troy smirked. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll come to know it very well soon enough.” That’s when he started stripping.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” Coleman backed away for a second. It was more than he expected on one of his first days. Moreso seeing that the giant was more than proportional everywhere. Each of his muscles were toned to absolute perfection and what was shoved into that tiny little speedo looked as though it’d flop out at any second. How such little fabric could hold so much meat was beyond Coleman’s understanding.

“What?” Troy shrugged his heavy shoulders. “You’ll be doing this for money soon enough. What’s the harm in practicing beforehand? Besides, it’ll be easier to see all your flaws.”

Coleman nodded along. Being one of the more rookie officers, he was quite a bit younger than the other guys there. It also meant that he had quite a bit better body as well. He’d worked out hard to be top of his class and make sure his muscles were hard and well defined, perfect for any kind of strenuous running or defense against someone who would try to hurt him.

Slowly he started to strip. “There you go. Get nice and comfortable,” Troy said. His arms had crossed his massive chest, but a smile returned to his face. He watched as Coleman took off his shirt then tossed it to the side. Coleman kicked off his shoes and let his athletic shorts drop. Then paused. “All the way…” Troy ordered.

“But—” Coleman stopped himself. He was undercover. He had to stay that way. Luckily being naked in front of the other man wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it would be. Somehow, the more he stripped the more natural it became. Even as his soft cock was on display, Coleman could feel a wave of comfort overcome him. He took another deep breath. And there it was. Peace.

“That’s a good boy,” Troy said. “It feels good to please other men…” Coleman thought about how passing the academy felt. Having the other men praise him for his good work and acknowledge his accomplishments. Thoughts about how proud his father was, his brothers and the other officers filled his mind. He couldn’t help but agree as he drifted in and out of his memories.

Troy smirked. He stood towering just a foot and a half away. But somehow, with all his size, he was able to cross into Coleman’s space without much effort at all. He stood behind him, draping his massive arms over the officer’s shoulders. There was that smell again. Stronger than it had been. Coleman felt himself breath in heavily. “That’s why you workout so much. You know it pleases other men. But you have a few imperfections… Let’s fix those, shall we?”

Coleman felt himself nodding along. His mind was feeling fuzzy, but feeling the other man tell him that he could make more men proud led him on. “Flex,” Troy ordered. Coleman lifted his arm and obeyed. His perfectly sized baseball bicep quickly formed.

“Hmmm… Not bad…” Troy judged. His hands wrapped around it and gave it a squeeze. “Just needs to be a bit bigger.” As he said it Coleman could feel his arm start expanding. Muscle packed onto muscle. It was like hundreds of hours of workouts all packed into mere seconds. Veins bulged out of his arm as the muscle developed past anything he could have done naturally or on his own.

For a second he came out of his high. “What the—!?”

Troy was quick to correct the behavior. “No questioning. Only obey,” he ordered. “Channel your mindless slut.” Coleman’s mind went blank. Any thoughts he had quickly drained out of him. His mouth hung open slightly as a bit of drool dripped out of the side. “Good boy,” Troy said, giving him a kiss.

Coleman eagerly accepted. He wrestled with the other tongue in his mouth, but made sure to let the other man win. Feeling those big hands against his body. Each part they touched only seemed to grow bigger. A numb feeling of accomplishment quickly followed. It was odd. But enjoyable feeling his body grow. Two heavy pecs extended out from his chest. He could feel Troy’s fingers slide through each one of his cobblestone abs. They rested on his ass.

Two massive cheeks ballooned out from his behind. Each second they grew more and more sensitive. Even under Troy’s touch, Coleman could feel his body desiring more. He accidently let out a bit of a whimper.

All Troy did was chuckle. Seeing the strong handsome man’s face contort into something so needy always brought a smile to his face. “What? You want more?” he taunted. Coleman nodded. “Course you do boy.” He undid his underwear, letting his own monster free. Coleman stared blankly. It must have been ten inches and thick as a beer can. He’d never seen one so large before.

More surprising was how he instinctively reach out for it giving it a tug. “That’s a real good boy,” Troy leaned in. “But you’re in for a special surprise…” With that he spun Coleman around and pushed him over. Without so much as a word, he pushed in. Coleman let out a squeak as his asshole was spread wide open. It was surprising how little it hurt. Almost like his asshole molded around the cock rather than the cock forcing itself in. He felt the tip press hard against his sensitive hole, then open up as Troy pushed. The strange feeling of having his insides invaded was oddly pleasurable.

Coleman ended up letting out a soft moan. His body was then squeezed by Troy’s. “That was so much easier than I thought,” Troy bragged into Coleman’s ear. “To think you’d so willing become such a slut. Whoever hired you must not have been treating you very well for you to so easily submit.” He laughed. Not that Coleman was really listening. His cock was hard and needing attention. “But I guess we’ll figure all that out later…”

One of Troy’s big hands drifted down over Coleman’s pecs, down his abs and rested on his cock. “Aww… You’re pretty good size too… Hate to see all that go. But oh well,” he said. As soon as he said it, Coleman’s 7 inches started to shrivel up. Inch by inch it pulled back towards his body. But somehow it was becoming more sensitive as it did so. Just feeling those big hands feel bigger as they gently tugged at his dick made him want to cum. He let out another whimper. Being on the edge was so awful. He wanted to please Troy so badly.

Again, Troy chuckled. His whole body shook with excitement as he continued to thrust inside the other man. Each one drawing him closer, but he enjoyed watching as Coleman suffered right on the edge. “You’re going to be a good boy,” he said, then released inside the other man.

Coleman felt the wave hit his insides, then his own body thrust. Troy made sure to hold him up, riding the ride while Coleman rode it out. Eventually he went limp. Falling asleep from the massive amounts of changes.

“Is it done?” Jimmy asked. He stood in the doorway.

“Yep,” Troy answered.

“Good. And we know who he’s working for?”

“Not yet,” Troy said. Then tossed Coleman over his shoulder. Barely less inconvenient than a sack of potatoes. “He’ll tell us though. Just needs a bit of rest.” He paused, then answered before Jimmy could even ask. “And he’ll be ready for tonight. Just give him a bit of time to rest. Alright?” Jimmy nodded as Troy passed him.