boys, boners, and bulges

[beefache]

    💪🏻    ⸻    Emmett  could  consider  this  little  interaction  to  be  a  peculiar  pet  project  -  since  he  was  close  to  becoming  a  dog  with  a  bone.  Less  a  dog  than  a  cock-hound.  The  worst  kept  secret  in  town  was  the  eagerness  of  the  resident  beefcake  sucking  and  fucking  his  way  through  the  town's  plentiful  population  of  males  as  he  sated  a  thirst  for  something  other  than  the  warm  richness  of  fresh  blood.  Best  way  to  drain  his  prey  dry  without  worrying  about  golden  hued  eyes  fading  away  to  unwanted  shades  of  guilt-ridden  red.

Course  Emmett  was  a  little  unsure  how  it  had  taken  him  this  long  to  make  his  way  around  to  his  new  favourite  plaything.  Emmett  hadn't  gone  down  on  every  bloke  on  campus,  but  he  would  have  thought  with  such  an  obvious  bulge  snaking  down  the  nerd's  thigh  would  have  caught  his  attention  sooner  rather  than  later.  Not  that  it  mattered  -  his  time  spent  fellating  jocks  wouldn't  stop  the  meek  from  inheriting  his  hole.

“If  your  blood  is  flowing  to  your  brain  than  I'm  off  my  game,”  Emmett  guffawed,  slapping  Benny  on  the  back  with  enough  force  to  send  him  sprawling  on  the  ground  if  he  hadn't  used  his  other  hand  to  catch  him  on  the  chest.  Made  it  easy  for  Emmett  to  spin  the  nerd  around  a  little,  pushing  him  with  his  back  up  against  the  row  of  lockers.  “Hoping  you've  got  more  than  just  a  short  burst  for  me  too.”

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What might be a 'poorly kept secret' to most of the town was a complete secret, and he wouldn't be ashamed to admit it if he knew. Aside from knowing his name and about his general presence, Benny didn't know much about Emmett, and he thought it was better that way before now. Less attention drawn to himself, the better. He would much rather figure out the secrets of the DnD campaign he was in than about an oversized jock that happened to attend the same campus he did. No offense to Cullen. It was hard to break him away from exploring the abandoned wizard's tower when there was almost guaranteed loot and lore to uncover.

Now that he was in the thick of it, though, information about the other was coming in at a mile a minute. He was trying to process the other's lewd joke and correctly categorize it in his brain for an optimal response when he felt the man's large hard hit his back. Given the fact that he was a bonafide nerd and only went to the gym when academically necessary, he was practically weightless in the other's grip as he was both pushed, pulled, and forced against the lockers behind him.

Even though Emmett as an entity was foreign to him, this positioning wasn't at all. "Oh, God. Please don't hurt me! I don't we even have any classes together!" He'd been slammed and stuffed into more than enough lockers to know all about what was likely about to happen. At the same time, what was going on below the waistline was an almost completely different story. What was nearly invisible before had grown almost to the brainiac's knees and thickened as it was throbbing so sinfully.

[beefache]

    💪🏻    ⸻    Thick  muscles  coiled  and  tightened  around  the  back  of  the  nerd's  wirey  neck,  not  out  of  dominance  nor  degradation,  but  instead  because  the  beefcake  was  a  complete  show  off.  Emmett  appreciated  the  difference  in  their  size,  the  way  he  forced  himself  to  stoop  low  to  approach  the  nerd's  height  or  how  his  biceps  were  almost  as  large  as  his  spectacle-adorned  brain  box.  There  were  an  obvious  lack  of  people  around  town  who  could  even  hope  to  approach  the  immense  size  and  heft  of  someone  like  Emmett;  the  only  ones  who  came  anywhere  close  were  all  out  on  the  preserve  pissing  on  fire  hydrants  and  sniffing  each  other's  assholes.

He  was  close  to  considering  dropping  to  his  knees  right  then  and  there  in  the  hallway,  stuffing  more  dork-schmeat  down  his  throat  before  poor  little  Benny  knew  what  was  even  happening.  But  he'd  already  been  warned  once,  twice  or  thrice  about  utilising  his  muscle,  speed  and  clear  lack  of  consciousness  to  toy  with  his  playthings  in  public  places. 

“Don't  sell  yourself  short,  little  buddy,”  Emmett  chortled,  squeezing  his  arm  that  little  bit  tighter.  One  sniff  and  he  was  close  to  rolling  his  eyes  in  pleasure  as  the  pheromones  wafting  off  of  Benny's  oversized  nerd-meat  were  beginning  to  awaken  under  Emmett's  personal-bubble  bursting  presence.  “From  where  I'm  standing  it  looks  like  you  got  plenty  on  offer.  Come  on,  let's  see  how  long  you  can  last  before  you  tap  out.” 

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Every single alarm was going off in Benny's head that it would probably be best for him to run the other way and never look back. Emmett was way invading his personal space and practically on top of him. He was used to the other people occupying the halls completely and actively avoiding him, not seeking him out to make conversation for some unknown reason that he couldn't yet figure out. This was about the most supernatural thing that's ever happened to him. It was like he'd walk into a mirror dimension accidentally.

Chalk it up to more of the blood rushing down below than up top, but Benny didn't immediately listen to his instincts and hightail it out of there. Emmett wasn't being a complete jerk like the others. He was being weirdly complimentary. The overstacked guy seemed like he was being at least 50% genuine, which is more than most. "Sure.....I suppose a short burst of exercise is good for the blood to brain flow every once in a while....." Maybe words of affirmation and personal attention were his love languages.

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Emmett cocked his head aside in some degree of confusion that looked all too comfortable settling across his face. He had been under the impression that nerds were supposed to be smart, but this one seemed unaware of the subtleness of Emmett's sophisticated social approach. Fortunately for the newfound nerd, while Emmett could prove tenacious he was also as subtle as a brick. He lacked the patience to double down on leaving hints and clues all around the place like he was trying to coax out some private dick.

Not a word of permission was requested before Emmett was invading the nerd's private space, throwing one massively muscular arm over the scrawnier students shoulders. Pure beef coiled tight around the back of his neck, though the beefcake required little purchase in order to manhandle some weak ass human.

"Don't worry, it's none of that good stuff. I'm overdue for some cardio and I got the feeling you might be able to put me through my paces."

Alright, one more euphamism - as a treat.

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If you weren't in his extremely small circle of friends that he could count on half a hand, Benny was almost immediately wary of you. Any time any of the 'others' tried to talk to him, it was because they wanted something from him. Either his homework, help on a group project, or some other academic feat they were too lazy to do on their own. That was just the way the cards were dealt to him.

The fact that Cullen hadn't mentioned anything of the sort was throwing him for his own loop. What the 'blood'sucker wanted from him had far more to do than his pelvic brain than his cranial brain.....though he was far less likely to figure that specific equation out. It wasn't like he had an adoring crowd of prospects waiting to get between his legs like the jocks and preps.

The sudden arm-corralling from the massive man made him freeze. Going from almost touch-starved to being surrounded by muscle and personal attention was certainly starting to make his yardstick twitch and come to life, unbeknownst to Benny himself as he was stuck trying to figure out how this was happening, why this was happening, and what Emmett's angle was.

"I'm pretty sure you and I both know I couldn't keep up with you on my best or your worst day. It takes me all period just to make it around the track."

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closed starter for @himbulges featuring emmett cullen

Emmett held very little appreciation for quiet.

He had been sired into a coven filled with fellow bloodsuckers who all adored their brand of boredom; each having their own boring little hobby in their quiet little house. Emmett had hobbies he enjoyed too, but they were always far from quiet and often earned him admonishment from his father figure, mother figure and even his bashful brother blushing up a storm whenever he was being subjected to the lurid memories floating around in Emmett's otherwise empty head.

School was almost a reprieve from his mounting boredom. It helped that here he was never far from being surrounded by a bountiful field of succulent muscular morsels he could. . . feed on.

Pickings were proving a little slim with the basketball team at an away game - one Emmett couldn't attend due to the combination of an outside basketball court and a very optimistic weather forecast. But his favourite little morsels being absent didn't mean there wasn't a plenitude of other young men who could fill that growing void deep inside him. He had to just put those keen supernatural senses to use and find himself someone with promise. . .

"Hey. . . you. . ." Emmett did not know this guy's name and barely contained the amount of care to pretend he did. "You look like a big freaking nerd, want to come help me. . . I dunno. . . study? In the locker room?"

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You wouldn't be able to catch Benny anywhere near a basketball game, football game, soccer game, or any sport or event that required physical activity or large crowds. He had a noise sensitivity that he already knew would be set off the moment he even step foot near a auditorium. That's not to say that he was a complete bore. He loved the classics like chess, mathletes, and competitive logic puzzling. Now that was a good time. You could get all the stimulation and excitement from watching people run into each other for fun without the dangers to your health or your safety. Win win.

The guy was in the middle of a rather challenging logic puzzle when he was approached by Emmett, a guy you couldn't help but not notice. If it wasn't his general stature, it was his personality. "Thank you......" He didn't know whether that was supposed to be a compliment, a pejorative, or a descriptor. He knew he fell hard into the 'nerdy' stereotype, but he didn't think Emmett Cullen was the type to celebrate something like that.

"Study.......in the locker room? If you want someone to help with pull-ups or climbing the rope, I'm not the one for that. Sorry."

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It was important that Archie remained humble. There is no doubt his physique had improved phenomenally over the summer break, but that didn't grant him an automatic placement on the football team. Archie knew that once the academic year started he would have to earn his place amongst his peers like everyone else - pushing his athletic form hard if he wanted to out-perform Reggie, Moose and even Chuck. All joking and exaggeration aside from either of them; there was a reason that Chuck was the captain of the team and even Archie knew it had nothing to do with his father being the coach. Not a trace of nepotism among the Bull Dogs - Archie could at least respect Chuck for that if nothing else.

Archie did crack a rebellious smile, bringing up a hand to card through his sweat-drenched hair while his gaze turned toward the open window. "I am going to make it on the team this year, Chuck. You just wait and see - you might be walking around in mediums a little while longer."

He didn't want to seem over-confident, but Archie couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth even as they threatened to be drowned beneath the other young man's boisterous laughter. Talking a big game seemed like an invitation for Archie to be torn down by his future team mates, but he new all his effort over the course of the summer would not be for naught.

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While Archie might want to be humble for himself, Chuck didn't see it for himself in the least bit. He knew he had the skills to get the job done, and he'd proven it over and over again. If he wanted to put himself on a pedestal, that's exactly what he was gonna do. That's what people loved and hated about him. He wasn't lacking in the confidence department in the least bit. HIs spot on the team was damn near secured as it was as the Captain. He just needed to go through the formalities more than anything else.

"Big words. We'll see if you'll be able to keep up. If not, I'm sure the bleachers won't ne too sad about it." He wasn't completely counting the other out......he just wasn't wholly convinced of anything. You could have the best body in the world. It wouldn't mean shit if you didn't know how to catch a football or run a pass to the endzone.

"If you actually manage to make it on the team, I'll do you a solid and just give you all my shrunk jocks. They should fit you, right? For all I know, you might absorb some of my skill, Red."

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a continuation of this horned up thread with @himbulges

Garfield could have melted down into the mattress when subjected to the teasing and torturous strokes of that hand firm around his ridiculous girth. He tried his best not to croak out a moan like a whore in heat - hardly bro behaviour - but it was a difficult thing to contain when his best friend was coaxing out dollop after sloppy dollop of thick, bubbling pre-nut from his fat cock head. There was no doubt he had gone and tapped into some of that scandalous shape-shifting down south - Garfield brought a more literal meaning when he claimed to be horse hung. Not that it was stopping Victor from manhandling his immense length with such casual ease.

The forced silence only broke once he was abandoned by his friend's tight grip. Hard not to pout when the head of his massive shaft landed on the floor beneath with a audible thud. Harder not to squirm when he felt teeth dig deep into the plush flesh of his cheeks. At least Victor only had himself to blame for the mess of pre-seed leaking out across the floor next to his bed - not like it was anywhere close to the first time he's been stuck dealing with an excess of Garfield's body fluids.

"Mans, control is so overrated," Garfield argued, peering over his shoulder to keep a close eye on his friend. He might also have tensed those full, swollen balls too. . . give his bestie a show of how he could make them bounce and jiggle over his massive ramming rod. "Aw, dudes. Don't make me wear the cock ring again. Maybe if I just nut a couple more times then I won't chub up so easy." The most obvious lie Garfield had ever told - having that immense stamina that rivalled the limitations of Victor's tech. "Probably just bust out of it again anyway."

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Victor knew his best friend like the back of his own circuits. No matter how tangled and frayed they got, all it ever took was just five minutes and he would have them all the way together again. beast boy was no different. they'd been around each other long enough to where he could tell what he was thinking when he was thinking it and why he was thinking it. they were both easily the most debaucherous and rowdy of the titans, so seeing the young hero in the state he was in right now wasn't new to him in the least bit.

While other might be intimidated or scared by the other's growing and shapeshifting cock, Vic only took it as more of a challenge. He knew the exact ways that his best bro liked to be handled. He wasn't afraid to get right down in the mud with him. He made sure his tugs were firm and strong. He wasn't worried about the mess this was making because he knew he was gonna make the other clean it up once all this was said and done. as much fun as they could have, cyborg wasn't ever gonna just leave a mess. that was just rude.

"what's wrong, beastie? studly cyborg got your balls?" the whine he managed to get out the other was just delicious. you already know he's recording that for his soundboard. the thud that was made when his cock hit the floor wasn't lost on him either. the titan knew how to grow a dick, that's for sure. if he didn't have his own personal collections of technologically enhanced members, he might be a little jealous. he was no small man before coming into this life but now? the door of kinky opportunity was blown off the hinges.

"remember how star told you you were a terrible liar? she wasn't kidding." if he went down that road, his room would be flooded by the next morning. he didn't want that. however, he did reach back between his legs to grab at those fat green orbs. gar wanted to show off? fair enough. "you aren't busting out of it this time. i made sure to double reinforce it this time and sync it to your dna. no matter what form you take, it'll grow with you."

as he was talking and going over the modifications he made, he was squeezing on those balls. squeezing. rolling between his fingers. thumbing into the sac. bouncing off his palm. he made sure they locked eyes as his hand began to vibrate and his grip tightened. "i'm sure you could handle just one night of self-control. you didn't huff down my underwear when i was in the shower. so i know you got it in you somewhere, right?"

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A small and petty piece of the redhead almost wanted to push into an argument. To claim he was capable of hiking all the way back into town without any vehicular help - or dying of completely avoidable dehydration. Something about proving the lengths of his new-found physical fitness and capabilities to someone who has been outperforming him for so long. But while Archie knows he isn't the most intelligent in his friend group, he at least likes to believe he isn't so dumb that he'd talk himself out of a convenient ride from the middle of nowhere.

"Careful, Chuck," Archie smiled, darting his tongue out across his dried lips. Man, he can't help but wonder if it's rude to ask for a drink from Chuck's water bottle while they're busy razzing each other. "You know this could be the year the 'towel boy' comes and usurps your throne - as captain. Your captain throne."

Oh, yeah. Flawless razzing.

Not that Archie is the actual towel boy - he very much already has a place on the team he's not going to relinquish any time soon. He's also noticed having a place on the team has come with a lot more slaps to his chest. Barely a day has gone since he came back from summer break where he wasn't having a pec smacked or squeezed by one of the guys. Not that he minded... he really didn't mind. He was having serious trouble admitting to himself just how much he wasn't minding having his chest played with by Chuck... or Reggie... or Moose... or anyone on the team really. Just thinking about it was enough to turn his face the same shade of red as his mane of hair.

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If Archie did prove himself to be dumb enough to talk himself out of a free ride, Chuck had no problem at all with kicking the redhead out and leaving him in the dust. It would be a good lesson about not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He already didn't have the highest opinion of the guy as it was, so it wouldn't necessarily not track.

He heard what the other had to say in that moment, though, and he didn't turn his a head a single degree before bursting into laughter. "You wish, gingerbread. You'd be lucky to make it off the bench during a pickup game. I'm not Top Bulldog for no reason. If you wanna get mowed on the field and pinned on the mats, just let me know and we can set up a time." Just because his dad wasn't the coach didn't mean he was just given the Captain spot. It was a good thing that they were pretty much on a deserted road, otherwise Clayton would have to pull over from fear of laughing too hard and crashing.

"But it's a good thing you took on the Towel Boy title, though. Zack's been slipping, and my jocks have been shrinking and turning color. It's one thing to wear pink on the field. I look good in whatever. However, I can't play in a Medium when I need an XL. That's just too much."

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⚬ ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ — Archie would not have been surprised if he had been left behind in the dust, watching the shape of the car getting smaller and smaller in the heat-hazed distance. Working with his old man out at the construction site had definitely left him looking a mess - his once crisp white tee clinging to his body due to the sheen of sweat he had been building up for the last few hours. But maybe he had gone and underestimate his fellow Bull Dog and captain even if he couldn't deny that this generous behaviour was close to surprising.

He could not help the large smile appearing across his face when he heard heard the good news. Not even the gym towel - already semi-damp with remnants of Chuck's work out - could wipe the grin off of his stupid face. Archie mopped the majority of the moisture from his face and hair before lifting up his shirt to quickly dry off his front and back.

"Thanks, Chuck. Dunno if I'd make it back to town without you," Archie sighed in relief, opening the car door and practically melting into the leather seating. He had to hold himself back from reaching out and touching the dashboard in front of him - wanting to appreciate such a fine vehicle. Instead he held himself back, folding the gym towel on his lap. "Your towel's kind of soaked, but I can wash it for you before tomorrow."

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Chuck Clayton knew that he could be an asshole. People calling him that wasn't anything new or profound to him in the least bit. Everyone had an opinion when it came to him. Either you loved him or you hated him. He might not be as 'in your face' or as boisterous as Cheryl, but there was no way you didn't know who he was. After all, the captain of the local football team isn't just some random nobody. He knew where he sat (at the top of the hierarchy), and he wasn't afraid to ever let anyone know it.

Archie just so happened to catch him on a good day. Any other time? He wouldn't even have looked over on the side of the road to see the red hair sticking out like a stop sign. He let his teammate get in, but he made sure to have the windows rolled down. Even if he did just come from his own workout, he didn't want to have the smell of the redhead's sweat and 'hard work' lingering in his nose.

"You definitely wouldn't." Like everyone else, though, he was shocked to hell and back when 'Archie got hot'. He never paid attention to him before but when he tried out for the football team? That definitely made him shift his gaze. Add into that the wrestling team, too? He was intrigued on more than a basic level. Either the nobody was trying to become a somebody....or he was trying to follow in Clayton's footsteps. Semi-admirable.

"Aw, that's sweet of you. I got my bag full of clothes back there for you to wash, too. I was gonna tackle it tonight, but thanks for stepping in, Towel Boy." He laughed and reached over to smack the other in the chest before roaring the engine and setting off toward town again.

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@himbulges requested a starter featuring archie andrews.

⚬ ⚬ ⚬ ⚬ — Archie should have planned out his trek a little better. Walking from his dad's current construction site back to town wasn't exactly an easy feat and a bottle of water would have gone a long way to keeping him from becoming parched and exhausted beneath the summer sun. He'd been using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow before noticing a familiarly nice car driving up the road towards him, but he had no idea if he felt relieved or disappointed.

"Chuck. Man, it's good to see you out here," Archie admitted, leaning into the open passenger side window. He never having believed those words would ever been spoken. "Any chance you're heading back into town? I kinda overestimated myself and could really use the lift."

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Being from a small town was one thing. You can't help where you grow up. Some live in the big cities and metropolitans, like New York and Los Angeles. Others live in the more 'off-the-map' places, like Riverdale. Chuck wouldn't ever look down on a person for something like that. Where he would start to look at you funny is if you were from a place like that but had no ride. There was no way in hell he would be stuck in a town like this 24/7. He needed to get out the bounds of the Riverdale and definitely out of the way of Greendale.

That's what he happened to be doing this time around. He was coming back from from one of the gyms in one of the more 'upscale' cities. Was it a bit of a drive to get there? Yes. Was it worth it? Each and every time. He was sat in a black and red muscletank, red shorts, and his music going. He wasn't surprised at all to see someone hitchiking out here, and he would have drove right past them if not for him seeing the shockingly red hair.

He stopped and heard the other's story. He definitely looked like he'd been in the heat all day. "Yeah, I'm headed back." He and Archie were on two teams together, him the Captain of the football team. What would it look like to leave a fellow Bulldog stranded out like this? He reached into the backseat and into his gym bag to get a small towel before tossing it to the other. "Dry yourself off. I don't want your sweat getting into my seatrs." He then pops the lock to let him in.

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  Garfield was undoubtedly one of the easiest members of the team to get along with due to how he often proved chill and easy-going to a fault. It also helped when his friends were merciful enough to dumb things down to his level so he could understand what they were saying - something that Garfield once feared would cause a rift between him and Victor. He had expected to tech-dude to be some sort of genius who talked in nothing but numbers and words with a bajillion syllables… but Victor turned out to be easily the coolest dude he knew.

  Also getting a hand-job definitely helped too. It was hard for Garfield to not get along with his friends when they occasionally helped him out by pumping that meaty member swinging around between his leg - every huge, messy orgasm being a stronger foundation for their friendship. Victor certainly felt like he was getting the hang of dealing with Garfield as he tossed him around like it was nothing and worked that inhumanly long shaft with a masterful precision that so many others lacked. Garfield had to wonder if his bestie had some internal programs to help maximise his stroke game.

  “Can it happen to you more?” Garfield asked, his voice carried along by a breathy huff. How could he not appreciate this teasing treatment? His head came down to rest against folded arms as his hips wiggled side-to-side and his cheeks jiggled with each and every motion. He’s never been too good at staying still and that especially applies when Victor is paying attention to just so much of his cock, not letting a single inch go to waste as the floor is coated with a thick pre-seed being milked from the head of his cock - practically grazing the floor due to the sheer length.

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Even though there were plenty of times where Viktor was easily the smartest person in the room, he knew that nobody liked a know-it-all. He didn’t ever want to be that kind of guy. He would much rather be the fun-loving action guy that he was than the guy being stuck behind the computer desk all day while the others were out kicking ass and whatnot. He gelled amazingly well with the team because of that kind of mentality and it showed in times of play and of pressure. This? This was most definitely more of the former than the latter. He had his friend’s cock easily secured in his grip. It could grow to be as big as it wanted....and it still wasn’t getting loose of the robotic grip. Viktor was initially just trying to play a little prank on the other but now, as things almost always seemed to do, they escalated. They were past the point of just pranking. This was turning into something else entirely. He was focusing on what he was doing and the smell of the other’s pre was starting to permeate into the room.

“You think you’re gonna get any ladies with something like this between your legs? Not a single chance, Beast. You gotta stay in control of yourself.” He teased as he knew that was pretty much an impossibility for the other. When he saw his cheeks moving, he leaned in and bit down on them. It wasn’t enough to hurt but more than enough to mark with an imprint of his teeth on the green skin. “Yep, I think I need to get the cockring for you. You clearly can’t handle even the thought of bringing someone to your bed.” He said before backing away a few steps, leaving his cock outright dragging along the floor.

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  Oh damn, this was not fair treatment. Garfield could feel himself being pushed closer to the edge of his pleasure the more his cock was tugged and teased by that firm grip wrapped around his thick girth. But each and every time Garfield felt like he was going to be pushed over the edge his pleasure began to recede and Victor backed off in the furious pace he had set. Just soft enough that he never actually stopped playing with Garfield’s fat, throbbing cock that was soaked wet with his own incredible arousal. This was easily the meanest thing that Victor had ever done to him despite how goddamn good it felt to have himself stroked and jerked by such a talented hand. Who even needed to go cruising for chicks at this point? Not that Garfield wouldn’t be ready and raring to go mere moments after shooting his load… if Victor would let him. The longer he toyed with him the fuller and bigger his balls felt.

  Or maybe his balls were feeling bigger because they were growing bigger. His cock too which was far more noticeable. If Victor wanted to play hard then Garfield was right there with him, focusing just hard enough that he could conjure some control of himself and increase the thickness and length of his already impressive cock into more… equine-like proportions, the pre-soaked head of his cock rising up and smushing roughly against Victor’s face without any warning.

  “Oh no, my wiring…” Garfield blatantly lied, grinning mischievously.

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If you wanted to be able to hang with Cyborg, you have to be able to hang with Cyborg. There aren’t any half-steps or anything like that you can take. You either go all the way or you go none of the way. It’s really as simple as that. The man was easy to understand, as long as you don’t try and over-complicate things. Beast Boy knew that and that’s part of the reason why they vibe so well together. They feed off the other’s energies and just have a natural flow about them that just can’t be beat. So, it was only a matter of time before the green-skinned man caught on to what was actually happening between the two of them.

It wasn’t a surprise to the hero that he was suddenly coming into contact with his friend’s horse-cock. He’d seen it plenty of times in the past. so the novelty of it has worn off to some extent. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s completely numb to the effects of it. If anything, it just spurred him on to be able to go harder and faster with him. Now that he knew that they were operating on the same playing field, he could up the ante. He got to his feet with the smaller man in his arms and threw him onto his oversized bed. He gave him a nice smack on the ass before grabbing him by the hips and dragging him right to the edge. He made sure he was on his stomach before spreading Garfield’s legs and pulling his cock back between them. He was grinning from ear to ear as he had the appendage, more or less, isolated. “I don’t know what’s going on, man. This hasn’t ever happened to me before.” He kept up the charade as his hand went back to work, working overtime at this point. Victor was making sure to go from all the way at the bottom to all the way to the tip in nice tight fluid motions.

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  Garfield was almost worried he was about to be dropped on his ass from the way Victor was stumbling across the room - wondering now if Vic had access to gyro scoping technology to keep him upright and stable. Might be why the dude is so hard to knock on his ass even when he’s knocked bad a few brewskies with the boys. But none of Garfield’s concerns over Victor’s technological build up seemed to matter too much when he found himself straddling his friend on his desk chair with his naturally impressive cock getting tugged fiercely in Victor’s kung-fu grip. Suddenly it was a lot harder for Garfield to be laughing when he was fighting back a moan and dripping some serious pre-cum all over Victor’s large hand.

  “D-Dude… ease up a little,” Garfield chuckled awkwardly, his hand coming up to tightly grip Vic’s shoulder. If Victor wasn’t careful then he was going to get a whole second shower with how firmly he was jacking off his bestie… and then he’d need a third one to fix that mess up.

Even though he was acting like he was out of control, he was very much in control of everything that was happening right now. After all, how could he be the tech master of the place if he couldn’t even handle a horny beast in his lap. He’d been around the man long enough to be able to get ‘biometrics’ on him and his various animal states. Each one was different but they were always self-updating based on the info he got from battles and the like.He knew exactly how much to push and pull back. He knew the other’s breaking point and how to skirt right on the edge of that. It would be almost sinister if they weren’t best friends.

“I....I can’t man! My wires are going crazy! I can’t stop it!” He was making the most pained expression that he could. If there was some kind of award for this kind of performance, he’d be going for the grand trophy. He wasn’t gonna let him blow all over his freshly-showered body. That was one thing he knew for certain.

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@himbulges​ ❤️’d this post for a banter starter with Garfield Logan.

    “ Sorry, muchacho, but I gotta know. You got vibration settings on that thang? ”

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  Whether he intended to or not, Victor would definitely be feeling Garfield’s impressive cock sliding against his body now when he hoisted the green-skinned menace out of his bed. Not that Garfield minded. If anything he was bus beaming over how strong his friend was. Victor basically had a free pass to get as handsy as he wanted with Garfield since he had long ago earned the green hero’s trust.  “ Please. Dude, I’m spreading some wicked animal pheromones in here. Once you get a babe back here she is going to be all over you. And don’t worry… this pheromone can only enhance what’s already there. So I know you’ve got your hands all over me, but try not to be overcome by your raw lust for me. ”

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When it came to outright strength output, Cyborg was the strongest of the team. They each had their own special capabilities and that was one of his . He had to be hella strong to go up against the likes of Mammoth and Co. whenever they rear their ugly heads around Jump City. So, getting Beast Boy ‘by the scruff of the neck’ wasn’t anything to him. Yes, he was naked but he’d had to get him from surprisingly worse conditions before. He’d long gotten used to the other ‘animal pheromones’....but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play up the bit. He began to act all woozy and stumbly as he held the other up. “Uhhhnnnnn.....my head......i feel so lightheaded......” He stumbled back into one of his plush computer chairs and sat his green bro in his large lap. One arm went around and settled on his firm cheeks while the other hand wrapped itself tight around his teammate’s cock. “I think my circuits are overloading......” He ‘moaned’ out before starting to jack Beast Boy, tight and fast. He was looking right in his eyes as he played his role.

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  Garfield continued to absentmindedly wag his cock back and forth between his legs, imitating an incredibly meaty pendulum following a very uneven beat. When he did finally gave touching himself a rest, he was quick to give himself two more wags when he noticed Victor look back at him. With a mischievous smile Garfield rolled over onto his belly, his cock now sandwiched between his belly and Victor’s bed before he began to drag his upper body up like he was some kind of mermaid perched on a rock.  “ Dude… you’re insulting me. Like I would even need a cock ring with how well I perform. ”  He was almost offended that Victor would ask him something like that, but then Vic had a right to tease when Garfield was basically rutting against his bed like a beast in heat.  “ I thought you would of noticed with all those security feeds and how… widespread my stomping grounds are.”

And by stomping grounds he meant where he liked to whack it.

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There were times where Beast Boy’s ‘beast-ness’ got too much for even Cyborg to handle. In situations like that, he had to bring out the cockring. Of course, it was custom-made to fit and work on a man of Garfield’s ‘talents’. It helped to calm him down enough to where he could focus and actually land someone in his bed, not just scare them off before he could lay on the charm. “There are times where I just see too much.” He looked back at his friend to see that he was, essentially, humping his bed, and went back over there. He grabbed him around the waist and lifted him right into the air. “Alright, Fido. Time for you to scram. If you wanna hump some sheets, I’m sure you’ve got a semi-fresh set in your own room. I don’t need my room smelling like you pre-shower when I’m bringing back the babes.”

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  Garfield’s days of being the Titan’s resident green-skinned twink were long behind him. Knowing that he couldn’t always rely on his power to seamlessly shift between a multitude of animal forms resulted in him putting proper effort into building his body up to fighting form. Of course he would never be as strong as the technologically enhanced Victor without a little gorilla-enhanced assistance, but it felt good not to be helpless if he was ever depowered. Also, didn’t hurt that he loved how he looked now that his body was thicker and more muscular. His suit always clung so tight to his form, showing off the plush definition of his pecs or the girth of his muscular thighs or biceps.  

  “ A skunk? Why don’t you back over here- ah! Come over here and I’ll spray you. ”  He only barely managed to get the playful threat out when Victor smacked a hand over his impressively thick boner, causing the meaty member to waver to the right and left a few times before Garfield grabbed it firmly around the base.

Victor couldn’t help but be proud of his ‘little bro’...even if he wasn’t so little anymore. He didn’t think the guy would stick to the meal plans he made for him and especially not the workout plans. He proved him wrong, however. The results were undeniable and if he were a chick, he’d totally let him smash. Without a doubt. He was glad that he was able to help the other get his ‘dream body’. After giving the other’s cock a smack, he went back to his closet and slid into his tight underwear. The black fabric practically molded to him like a second skin, bulging in both the front and back. He gave his crotch a fluff before grabbing his pants and looking over his shoulder.

“You spray me with anything and I’ll make sure to knock you straight back into the jungle.” He threw out his own playful threat before his eyes went to the other’s ‘third leg’. “Do I need to get the cockring for tonight?”

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Garfield let out a long wolf whistle - not that wolves could whistle - when he watched the towel fall away and Victor show off all of his assets from the back. He couldn’t help but appreciate the literal frame work of white and blue the ran along the sides of Victor’s physique and did a real good job of drawing attention to the cheeks sitting there all fat and biteable in the middle. Such a shame he had to go and ruin it by getting dressed, though Garfield realised he also needed to get ready otherwise Victor would be waiting around for him all night and they’d not get anywhere. So naturally Garfield began to peel off his shirt and tug way hs pants, revealing the surprisingly thick, green muscle hidden underneath. Wasn’t too long before he was laying back on Victor’s bed without a stitch of clothing, just a lopsided smile and very prominent erection wagging between his legs.  “ Totally gonna shower before we head out. Feel free to get a sniff or two before I steal a shower. ”

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Victor Stone was stacked. That much just wasn’t in question. Even if he didn’t have the cybernetics and robotics working for him to stand out even more, he would still stand out as his ‘personality’ was more than enough to stand out over the crowd. He could walk out the tower in nothing but a trash bag and still make it great. The fact that he was as fashionable as he was just put even more icing on his chocolate cakes. As he was dressing he turned to see his friend stripping down. Even though he was the smaller of the two, Beast Boy wasn’t a twink, that was for sure. Thanks to his special customized meal and workout plans he was showing some real results. He was proud of his bro. “A sniff?” He went over to the bed and leaned over it. He waved his hand in the air for a few moments. “......Skunk. You smell like a skunk.” He teased and gave the other’s impressively sized cock a smack before heading back over to his clothes.

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    Garfield had done his best to remain chill and relaxed in Victor’s absence, throwing away the underwear rather than doing anything stupid with it. He even aimed real good at the ceiling fan… and maybe if he was Dick or someone else who threw things for a living he would have made the shot. But he was not Dick. He was Beast Boy, not exactly known for his throwing arm nor his aim. So maybe Victor would come back to find Garfield with the underwear atop of his head like a new fashion choice - looking quite innocent despite the damning evidence adorning his spiky hair.  “ Dude, I lost my mind every time you leave the room, ” he winked - a lot. The important thing was he didn’t sniff the underwear.

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He just shook his head when he saw his underwear adorned on the other’s head. “I know you do. That’s why I have to always keep an eye on you, to make sure you don’t go completely batshit while I make a sandwich.” He says before yoinking the fabric off the other’s head and tossing it over into the hamper. He was cleaned up and all that was left to do was get dressed. “I hope you plan on actually showering when we go out. I don’t wanna smell your ‘jungle musk’ all night.” He told to his friend before heading over to the closet, where he left his clean clothes. He dropped his towel along the way, bearing all for any and all to see......for a few brief moments. His elephant trunk and xl dumptruck were freed as he started with his jewelry. The most important accessory, really.