Riding your brother while he digests your friend. Oral or c0ck vore, both are hot
Why not both tbh. Bringing home friends as sacrifices for your beloved big brother, all in service of making him bigger and hornier and sexier. Riding in cowboy position and groping big bro's wobbly belly digesting the still-moving victim, listening to the gurgles and groans of his belly and the churning and sloshing of his bloated prey-filled nutsack while he churns your friends into paste. No other people will ever amount to your brother, so you don't bother getting attached. You just act friendly and draw people into the trap of turning them into your brother’s lunches and cocksnacks. The funniest part is how many of them thought you cared about them- as if you could care about anyone except your beloved big brother. He reeks of sweat and weed and your insides have been permanently altered to fit his massive rape rod and your holes reek of his chunky smegma, clogging you up so often. His belly growls and his balls contract with a wet crunch, the contents of his stomach blot outward before squeezing in. He thrusts into you in the fever of digestion, jackhammering your insides deep enough to bulge up to your tits. You feel their demise, a soft sob from his stomach and another contraction, then no more. A series of crunching in his balls, slowly turning to wetter, sloppier noises. And then he digests them in full. His belly firms and then softens into a liquid slosh with a belch. His balls clench one last time with enough force to liquefy and pumps log after log into your body, just as full as your dear brother, and cumming just as hard.
How's about foxy throwing a fan of his into his personal booty, his family jewels?
Splendid idea. How about I write ya something with this? Gonna make it about Glamrock Foxy though teehee
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Foxy’s Pirate Vault Bar
Glamrock Foxy X Reader
Contains:
-Vore (CV)
-Implied perma (cumgestion)
-Flirting
Evening parties at the pizzaplex were common amongst the adults. The most popular location manned by the retired-pirate turned bartender Foxy. Groups were seated in the lower section while people who visited alone could get a seat at the bar.
Today would be your lucky day, as the seat right in the middle of the bar was empty. You take a seat and wait for a moment. The bartender is tending to someone else at the end of the bar. It allows you to stare at him without him noticing. You love how he looks. His red fur was vibrant and luscious, his open short-sleeved jacket allowing a good view of his well-toned body beneath. Mixing the drink of the customer, you could see how big his arms truly are.
Something about the pirate just makes your heart beat faster. Could it be that you have feelings for the fox?
He turned his head, spotting you. Your eyes meet and the distance between you two shrinks as he moved back to the center of the bar.
“Can I get ya anything, Love?” He asks you, his fangs showing off in a genuine smile.
You order your drink. Something simple but still rich in flavor.
The bartender nods. “Aye, coming up.”
Foxy grabs the bottles from under the counter and put them all together on the bar in front of you. All the ingredients went into your cup. You can see him up close, his chest slightly puffed-up underneath that coat of his. It’s hard for you to take your eyes off them.
“Yer drink’s done. I hope ya like it.” He places the drink in front of you and watches you intently.
You pick up the glass and take a sip. It tastes exactly like how you prefer it. You take another sip and take in all the different flavors within your cup.
The pirate snickers as he eyes you up. “Ya know, most people introduce themselves to me before they start ogling me. Mind to introduce yaself?”
You are caught off-guard. You didn’t think you were that obvious about it.
“Hehah… don’t dawdle on it for too long, sweetheart. It happens a lot to an ol’ lad like me. Many people before ya did the same thing.”
Your cheeks flush red you hide your face behind your drink.
You could feel his hooked-hand on your arm, gently pushing it back down, showing his smiling face to you.
“Ya don’t have ta hide fer big ol’ me. I don’t bite. Besides. If ya hold yer drink in front of yer face I can’t see how pretty ye are~…”
Your cheeks turn redder than red. You wan’t to yell at him to stop but you also don’t want to draw the attention of the bar to you. Instead, you choose to mumble some words and afterwards finish your drink.
Despite one eye being covered, you could see his friendly gaze upon you. “How about I make ya something to cheer ya up? It’d make this ol’ coot feel better after having flirted with ya.”
You nod and laugh away the nerves. His words echoing within your head even still.
“When I look at ya I have one specific drink in mind. Whaddya think of light gold rum combined with amaretto, irish cream and coffee liqueurs topped off with a healthy dose of whipped cream.”
He collects all the containers of the ingredients he listed and put them in a cocktail mixer. You could see his muscular chest moving up and down as he thoroughly mixed the drink on-the-house. You could yet again not get your eyes off of him.
You didn’t even notice him lean over the bar and whisper something in your ears.
“Ya still haven’t told me yer name… how about the two of us go to the back privately. If ya tell me yer name I’ll show ya something for ya to ogle at, my beautiful treasure~”
He moved back to his side of the bar, and despite an eyepatch covering up an eye of his, you knew he winked at you.
He loudly announced to the other patrons the bar is closing. “Alright laddies, bar’s closed. Pay yer tabs at check-out outside the bar.” He opens the door to the back and glances back at you longingly before closing the door behind him.
You sit there at the bar. The other people slowly leave one by one. Your heart beats fast, the invitation to see him bare leaves no room in your head to think about anything else.
You imagine what’s waiting for you behind that door. You decide you can wait no longer and hop off your chair, slowly making your way behind the bar and towards the door.
As you touch the door hesitation sets in. You think to yourself, asking if you're ready for whatever's waiting for you on the other side.
You gulp, breathe in and push the door open to the bar's storage area.
You see the standard stuff. Racks with bottles upon bottles of liquor, undoubtedly the bar's yet you believe some of them are Foxy's own choices.
Looking further into the room you can see Foxy's coat lying on the floor, it's on the sofa at the end of the room.
"Ah, there's me lovely gemstone." Foxy rounded the corner with his red-furred body full on display. Despite showing a couple of gray hairs already he was still in a good shape that's not usually seen in people his age. "Just in time, cause yer drink's ready. Come, have a seat."
You can't take your eyes off of him as you walk up to him. He sits on the sofa with both his own drink and yours in hand. He spreads his legs, putting the bulge in his pants on full display. Just seeing it made you aroused.
"This drink I made fer ya? T'is called 'P.S. I love you' which is quite nice, wouldn't ya say? When I saw ya walk in I instantly realized how pretty ya truly are."
You take a seat beside him on the sofa, he places his own drink on the salon table next to the sofa and holds your drink inbetween the two fo you. A smile crosses his face as he takes in your form.
"Ready for a taste, gemstone of mine?" He queried, his finger tapping the glass.
You nod at him, interested in what that drink of yours tastes like. However when you move closer to him he uses his free hand to pull you in close, your body squished against that of his.
"Heh, gotcha." He grins right before he starts to drink your cocktail. Then he throws the glass on the chair opposite of the table. What follows is him holding the back of your head as he leaned in for a kiss. You can taste the liqueurs with a hint of whipped cream, yet that is not the taste you're longing for. You instead focus on the taste of Foxy's kiss itself.
It tastes sweet, mildly salty like the sea. He breaks the kiss, staring at you with lustful eyes. He picks you up and sets you down on his lap. You could feel his groin come in contact with yours.
"Fer some reason, I just can't shake off my pirate ways... When I lay me eyes on ya, I just can't stop thinking about how well ya'd look as a part of me. When I see a gem as pretty as ya, I just want to put ye safely in my treasure chest. How's that sound? That way ya can be with me forever."
You could feel his cock start to stiffen under you. His proposal to make you his forever was the only thing you could think about. You instinctively jump off of his lap and lower yourself between his legs. You tug at his pants excessively.
"Aye, be careful. I like this pair!" He said, slightly raising from his seat so you could take off his pair of pants alongside his underwear very easily. His rod was pointing to the ceiling, already slightly leaking pre-cum knowing it'd be fed soon.
"Get back up here, gem of mine. I ain't done with ya yet." He beckons you to come back face-to-face. You follow his command his hands instantly back on your hand have just one more make-out session right before your fate is sealed. His tongue infiltrates your mouth strategically, getting a good taste to remember you by.
His other hand is on your thigh, gently holding it up and guiding your feet into his dick's hungry opening.
"Ya ready, my treasure? I ain't letting ya out after." Without waiting for your answer he had already guided both of your feet inside his slit.
You can feel his member pull you in deeper in rhythm with his heartbeat. You could tell from his technique that he wasn't a rookie when it came to this. Only a veteran could have this much skill devouring someone else only slightly shorter than himself using his cock.
You looked down as you saw his balls expand to take you in but your face was gently forced back to meet his. "Let me just have one good look at ya before yer sealed inside of my treasure chest."
As you slowly slide down the only thing you could focus on was how content he looks at you. You're already in up to your belly button. You could feel the floor of the room through the skin of his nuts. You place your hands on his muscular body as you slide down.
Your hands are automatically lowered from his chest, to his washboard until your shoulders and head are swallowed up by the head of his cock.
You slide down further until you are fully encompassed within the soft flesh of the pirate's ballsack.
"There's nothing that brings a pirate more joy than burying his treasure in a place no one else can find it. I am so happy that the treasure is you, my glimmering gemstone."
The fox holds his throbbing cock in his hand and strokes himself as you make yourself comfortable in him.
"Hold on tight. The next part is gonna get a bit rough." he warns.
You could feel his sack convulse around you.
Foxy looked at your shape as his sack started squeezing around your form. He notices all of the intricate shape your body makes inside of his flesh and notices how with every squeeze get smudged more and more all the way until there's nothing more than just one massive round shape inside his sack.
Foxy huffs and puffs as he squeezes one final time to make sure you're nothing more than his cum now. "Thank ye so much darling."
He stood up, his sack now raised a little above the floor.
"There be one more step until yer fully mine and mine alone, me glimmering gem"
His nuts started squeezing again, however this time it was with the intention to turn something within into his essence. The effects of his nuts squeezing was instead to pump your cummified remains as energy throughout his body.
Every squeeze shrank his enlarged nutsack just a little more. Bit by bit he felt more energised. You can feel your conscience fade as more of you was absorbed into his body.
"That's right, me love... Now yer mine and mine alone... No one else can take ya from me now. Safely locked behind me vault doors..."
Summary: After a year of rising costs, the college football team couldn’t fund their annual trip. Just when it seemed impossible, Evan, the team’s captain, thought of a creative solution that made it happen ... Though not in the usual way
"Alright, guys, gather around," coach Thompson boomed, his deep voice echoing off the locker room's cold tiles. The 13 naked figures, no larger than action figures, shuffled closer to him on the bench. Each of them had a look of uncertainty, except for Evan. He was the only one who hadn't been zipped into the shrinking pod. He was the team's quarterback, and now, the only full-sized person in the room.
"As everyone knows," the coach began, rubbing his hands together, "we're in a tight spot financially this year. All that gear you've been smashing up hasn't come cheap." The teammates glanced at each other, a silent 'who me?' passing among them. "So, we can only afford one ticket to Japan. But don't panic, sissies! Your captain, Evan, here has come up with a plan." The coach nodded towards the young man.
Evan stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips. "Thanks, coach," he said, his eyes flicking over his now miniature team. "You see, I've got this one-way ticket to Japan, but I'm not going alone." The room buzzed with whispers as the tiny players tried to grasp the absurdity of the situation. "You're all coming with me," he announced, patting his stomach. "In a manner of speaking."
"I've made a deal with the members of the board," Evan explained, his voice steady and confident. "They've agreed to let me... well, let's just say I'm going to be the one carrying y’all to Japan." The players looked at each other, their expressions ranging from shock to disbelief. "And" he raised a finger, "here is a deal. I get the permission to decide where each of you spends the trip." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "So, any volunteers?"
After a brief moment of silence, Mark, the team's wide receiver, raised his hand. "Coach, can I, uh, stay in Evan's pocket instead?" He squeaked out, his face reddening as the other guys snickered. "I, uh, I don't wanna be all... squished inside. I’m little bit claustrophobic."
Evan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Don't worry, bud," he said, patting his flat abdomen. "You won't even cause a bulge if I decide to swallow you all here and now." The room grew quieter as the rest tried to process Evan's words, letting them sink in. He bent down to look Mark in the eye. "But here is what you are going to do. You go in my stomach willingly like a good boy, or would you rather stay in the VIP rooms?"
The VIP room was, obviously, his balls. He cupped them in his palm, giving them a gentle squeeze, and the rest of players' faces turned a variety of colours. Some looked shocked, others horrified, but none of them could argue with the logic. It was clear now where Evan had drawn the line for his little game. "Now, now," he said, raising his hands to calm the murmur. "No need to get your panties in a bunch. I promise it'll be a smooth ride."
"That's kind of gay, dude," said Brad, the burly linebacker with discomfort in his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, which was now only a few inches wide. Evan just chuckled. "Well, Brad, you know what they say," he replied, leaning in conspiratorially. "It’s not too gay to kiss homies goodnight, therefore travelling inside a bro shouldn't make you gay. But, if it really bothers you that much, Brad," he offered with a cheeky grin, "I can swallow you last." The team exchanged looks of laughter and some even wolf whistle, and Brad's cheeks flamed even redder."
"Alright, alright," Brad finally spoke up, "fuck it, Evan. You win. I don't care anymore, just swallow me and get it over with." He took a deep breath and stepped up onto the bench. Evan lowered his head to the same level as his shrunken team members, opened his mouth wide, and without any hesitation, Brad jumped in. He landed with a soft 'plop' on Evan's tongue. Evan's tongue wrapped around Brad's body, coating him in saliva as he rolled him around playfully. He took his time, savouring the moment as he tried to get every bit of flavour out of Brad’s tiny body. Brad's underwear was quickly soaked through with spit as Evan's tongue explored every inch of his muscular form. The taste was a mix of sweat, and somehow sweet flavour like marinated chicken.
There was a moment of silence as everyone watched Mark's tiny body disappear behind their captain’s lip. Evan then swallowed with a smack of his lips, and Mark was gone. He made sure to wait for a moment to ensure Brad was all the way down before turning to the next player. "Good boy, Brad. Who's next?" Evan said, patting his stomach. "It's just like going down a slide. Just keep your arms and legs inside until we get to Japan.
The rest of the team looked at each other nervously. No one wanted to be the next, but the alternative was even less appealing (for some of them). "Okay, let's make things easier for me," Evan said. "Stand on the left if you want to go down my throat and be my little stomach passengers, and on the right if you want to go to the VIP rooms." He pointed to his left with his thumb and then to his crotch, where his semi-hard cock was waiting. "Don't get me wrong, I can fit you all behind my abs," he said with a hungry grin, "but I'm not a fucking circus act. Travelling on a 15-hour plane with a full stomach is not comfortable for me or for you all."
"That's just an excuse for you to stuff us down your groin," one of the guys muttered under his breath, earning a snicker from the group. Evan smirked even wider. "Well, if you want to think of it that way, sure. You are not entirely wrong … But let me tell you," he lowered his head closer, whispering to his team members, "it's going to be a tight squeeze, and it'll be hot and sticky in there," his finger traced the head of his erect cock, "and you're going all the way," he continued, sliding it down to his balls. "You're gonna start right here," his thumb circled the tip of his cock, "and make your way down to the VIP suite," his finger now pointing at his testicles, "where I'll enjoy having you all snug in my big sack."
Mikey, the team's nimble halfback, took a step forward, his face flushing slightly. "Why don't we make it a bet?" He suggested, breaking the awkward silence. "Otherwise, we're gonna be here all night deciding who goes where." The room grew quiet again. "If Evan can get the rest of us down his you know …. without," he cleared his throat, "without cumming, then he gets to keep us down their until we arrive in Japan. But if he fails, we get to use him however we want for a full day EACH after we get to Japan. In our size, of course," he added, looking around the room. "What do you say, Evan?"
Evan raised both his eyebrows, liking the proposal very much. "Alright," he agreed with a grin, his eyes flicking over to the coach for a moment. "But if I get you all down without blowing my load," he paused, his expression turning serious, "you all have to stay an extra day longer. No complaining, no fighting. You're all mine for two whole days. Understood?" The team murmured their agreement, some more enthusiastically than others.
Mikey took another step forward. "Deal!" He spoke. "I'm going to enjoy having you in my cock after winning the bet," he smirked, trying to rile Evan up. Evan's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "You think you can handle this, Mikey?" He took a step closer, his hand now stroking his cock, which was now fully erect. "Because I can guarantee you, I'll enjoy having you all snug and warm inside me."
Without wasting another second, Evan stepped up close—his thick erection already pressed forward, hot and heavy in front of Mikey. Mikey stood frozen on the bench, breath hitching as he stared at it. His eyes were wide. Scared? Yeah. But also… turned on? “J-just don’t crush us, okay?” He joked.
Evan chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, little Mikey,” he purred. “This cock was made for swallowing tinies like you whole… and pounding my boyfriend’s tight ass.” He shifted slightly forward, his cock merely a few inches away from Mikey.
Mikey gulped, the heat and musk of his cockslit washing over Mikey.
“Go ahead,” Evan murmured, voice low and hungry this time. No jokes left now. “Get on board.”
Mikey sucked in a sharp breath, heart hammering. "I'm gonna regret this," he muttered under his breath, "but... here goes nothing."
Then he jumped.
The second his small body hit the tip of Evan’s cock, the tip of Evan’s cock swallowed him instantly, hot and yielding, like diving into thick velvet. Down he slid, seamless and slick, the shaft clamping gently but firmly as it drew his tiny body deeper. His legs kicked once, twice—then vanished beneath the surface.
Inside, it was tight. Pulsing. Alive.
Walls flexed around his shrinking body, soft muscle rippling in slow waves that squeezed and released as he sank deeper. Each contraction tugged him further in, drawing him toward his captain's precious family jewels, or, in his case. Soon to be his temporary 'VIP' suite.
Evan stared, his heart pounding, as Mikey’s legs vanished completely—just a thick bulge now near the base of his cock. A shiver ran through him. He couldn’t stop himself from flexing, just slightly, watching the lump shift and ripple under his skin like something alive.
A low groan slipped out—deeper than he meant it to.
“Mmmmhh, F-Fuckk!”
He didn’t care.
Let them watch.
Soon it will be their turn too …
Evan closed his eyes, savouring the sensations coursing through his body. He was torn between wanting to savour the moment and wanting to just give in, let himself be lost in the overwhelming sensations. But he couldn't, not yet. He had to hold off until he'd packed every one of his team inside his balls.
"Just a little bit," he muttered to himself. "Almost..."
He took a deep breath, his gut clenching as another wave of pleasure hit him. It was intense. He couldn't help but moan. The pressure was almost unbearable, and he gasped for air, his chest rising and falling as he tried not to lose it.
"Not... not yet..." he gasped, his chest heaving with the effort of resisting the mounting pleasure. "Just... hold on...."
Mikey wasn’t just going to make it easy for Evan. He was moving on his own, wriggling and squirming through the narrow, hitting every sensitive spot he could. It took effort, but he pushed forward until finally, with a soft pop, he slipped into the warm, cushioned space of Evan’s left testicle.
The second he landed inside, Evan gasped eyes fluttering shut as a deep shiver ran through him. His breath hitched in his throat at the sudden rush of sensation. His hand instinctively grabbed his shaft without thinking—gripping tight to hold back what nearly spilled over.
“Damn it… you are making it harder for me than it needs to be,” he muttered under his breath.
Mikey, now nestled inside Evan’s left nut, took a moment to look around. It was like he’d landed in a sticky, warm cavern The walls were alive, pulsing around him, and a thick, sticky liquid coated his legs, almost to his knees. Not exactly the most comfortable place he'd ever been. "Gross," he said, trying to wipe the sticky fluid off his hands. "Everything's so slimy in here..."
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Mikey froze, this wasn’t what he expected at all. The space stretched more than he could’ve guessed, wide and softly pulsing, almost like an open chamber. A slow realization hit him that maybe, just maybe, everyone might actually fit in here. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself. “I thought I’d be packed in like sardines—but this? This is… weirdly cosy.” He shook his head, looking down at himself before muttering under his breath, “Fuckk, How the hell does Evan have nuts this huge?”
**Back Outside**
Evan was breathing heavily, his hand moving in a slow, steady motion on his cock. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to ignore the movement from Mikey from within. With both his hands, he stroked his cock faster and harder, feeling the pleasure building up quickly. He was so close to release all his load, but he barely able to stop himself. He glanced down and grinned, seeing his teammates watching stroke his cock. “I told you guys, it’s gonna be a tight squeeze,” he said, his voice low and teasing. He couldn’t resist giving his balls a gentle squeeze, feeling Mikey shift inside.
The teammates looked at each other. They knew what was coming next, but they'd rather wait for anything to happen or for someone else to take the initiative than themselves. Who would be brave enough to jump in after Mikey? The coach cleared his throat, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Alright, let's keep this moving," he said gruffly. "We've got a plane to catch."
Evan took the hint and decided to make it easier for his teammates. He knelt on the cold floor, placing his cock against the edge of the bench. "How about this?" he said with a cheeky smile, "just stick your legs in, and I and the gravity will the work for you." The head of his erect member was now at eye level with the shrunken players, and gravity would do most of the work. They'd just have to insert their legs and let themselves slide down. "It'll be like sliding into home base."
One by one, they stepped up to the bench. Some looked more nervous than others, but they all had the same start waiting for them—the gaping cockslit of their quarterback. They all knew it was going to be a tight fit, but a bet is a bet, and you always have to stick to it — that's the rule. With a deep breath, the first person began to lower his legs into Evan's cock. The first few inches were easy, the slit was wide and inviting. But as he went deeper, it began to narrow, and the soft wall squeezed around him tightly.
"Wait a second, can we take this slowly?" The guy called out, his voice muffled by the thickness of the cock around him. But Evan's eyes remained locked on his cock, stroking it gently. "Nope, sorry bud," He replied, his voice filled with a hint of mischief. "Once you're in, you're going all the way." And with that, he gave a quick shove, and the rest of the player slipped into the warm, pulsing tunnel of his shaft.
One by one, they disappeared into his body, each one causing his cock to swell a bit more until he had a series of small, tight bulges from his glans down to his balls. The sensation was overwhelming, and Evan had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. The sight of his cock growing fatter and thicker with each teammate that vanished into it was too much to handle. "Come on, guys," He panted, "Don't hold back, I want to feel all of you." His eyes rolled back into his head as half of the team already disappeared into his unsating hungry cock.
"Getting packed down there, huh?" one of the remaining guys joked guys with a smirk, already perched at the tip with a cocky grin. His legs straddled the swollen head, and he gave a gentle tap with his foot—just enough to make Evan twitch. This sent shiver down Evan’s spine. "You sure, you really gonna fit the rest of us? Or did you bite off more than you can chew?"
A low, rough chuckle escaped Evan’s throat. He didn’t flinch—but stared back with half-lidded eyes with hunger like a predator looking at its tasty prey. His lips curled into a smirk that wasn’t quite the friendly one. "You keep teasing," he said, giving his balls a squeeze. "It just makes my cock even hungrier."
The guy’s smirk wavered. "Okay, okay," he said, "I'm going in." He took a deep breath and jumped, sliding down the same way Mikey did. The cock took him in with ease, swallowing him whole until he too was a bulge in Evan’s cock.
Evan groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "So good," he murmured. "But I want more." He looked at the remaining players, his cock pulsing with excitement. "Who's next?"
Back within Evan's sack, it began to feel tight. Not overly so—just crowded and warm, like a living thing. The team members, now nothing more than small bulges in Evan's tightened scrotum, shifted uncomfortably as they felt their captain's arousal grow with every new addition.
"Jesus, this is getting really tight in here," one of them grumbled, trying to adjust himself. "It’s freaking hot in here like a damn sauna and I don't think I can take much more."
"You said that like ten minutes ago," another retorted, shifting awkwardly. "Can you just sit still for once? You're so fucking annoying. Just try and relax."
"Relax?" The first one echoed, his voice filled with sarcasm. "How the fuck am I supposed to relax when I'm about to be squeezed inside a giant nut for the next fifteen hours?"
Their bickering stopped dead when they all felt it — a sudden shift, a soft squeeze from outside. Evan’s thumb was tracing the swollen bulge where felt the sudden fierce movement within. A low groan echoed above them. "Guys, seriously," he managed to say through gritted teeth, "cut it out with the squirming. I swear to God, you guys... if you don't stop moving around, I'm gonna… wear a freaking brief … and we will see if you guys still have room to move or not"
The remaining guys looked at each other, concerned. "Are you alright dude?" one of them asked tentatively.
"Y-yeah," Evan panted. "Just... just give me a minute here." He gave his member a squeeze, holding back a moan. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer—his body was begging for release. "Alright," he announced, his voice tight with control. "I'll just grab the rest of you guys."
He started with the small one, thinking it would be easier than those big guys with broad shoulders. One after another, he lifted them up and slid them into his cock. They went in easy, no problem at all, just slipping into the wet warmth. It was like a carnival game of 'How Many Can You Fit?', but with his own teammates. Instead of winning a prize, he got his whole team to himself for two days.
The last remaining paused for a second, staring at each other then at the huge cock in from of them. It looked an endless pit—like going into a dark tunnel with no exit. “One... two... three!” One of them said quietly and jumped together at the same time. In an instant, Evan’s cock sucked them down. The tip of his cock moved from the extra weight, it felt warm and full. He let out a low groan, grip tightening on himself as the pressure built to the next level. “Yeah,” he panted, his chest rising and falling fast quickly. "I have you all in now…” He stood there for a second, staring at his swollen shaft and balls—his team was really … inside him. Swallowed whole ... All of Them. "Alright," he muttered, adjusting himself like nothing happened. "Time to hit the airport." As if carrying his whole team in his nutsack was totally normal like an everyday activity.
"Hello Mister Johnson ? David on the line, I am calling you about your son... He is with me yes, right in front of me... I have a bad news and a good news for you...
Let's start with the bad news... I found your son at my house sniffing my dirty underwear... I am not sure they you knew he was a fag, although by his looks and his eager eyes any alpha probably can tell...
The good news is you won't be bothered by him anymore... I will take care of it... He came to me for some cum and he will get it... But it won't stain your reputation anymore...
I will dickgest him sir... I am not asking for permission just telling you as it is... Come on boy, you heard it too, start working on my body, worship my thighs and cock while I end my call with your dad...
Do I heard you unzipping your pants Mister Johnson ? Are you moaning in the phone ? Well I am willing to let you listen to it, a last moment shared with your son... His dicklet is dripping precum like crazy just imagining his beta dad beating his meat to the sound of his son being slurped down my cock...
Don't tell your wife yet that her precious son is gone... Once I have churned him down in fresh sperm, I will pay you a visit to reunite you one last time... And impregnate your wife with his remains injecting him deep in her womb, flooding her insides like a beta man like you could never. I'll even let you lick the cum ropes overflowing her, dripping down her legs from her full satisfied pussy, as a last kiss to your son "
Teddy and Lucas were the best of friends. For the past fifteen years, since Lucas' family moved to town from Argentina, the two were inseparable. In fact, Teddy could remember the very day that they met as if it had happened the day before. Sitting in the back row in homeroom, seventh grade, Ms. Posner's old cadaverous talons gripping the Argentine boy's shoulders as she presented him to the class... Lucas didn't speak English very well at the time, so few if any of the other kids were particularly interested in being his friend. In most of his classes, at least for the first few years, he had to have an aide to help him through his coursework; most of the other kids assumed he was stupid and quiet. But the moment he was sat next to Teddy, sharing that genuine smile, it sparked the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
As Lucas' english speaking continued to improve, Teddy discovered a goofy, funny, laid back kid who just wanted a friend. They weren't popular kids, passing on sports teams, drama club, music ensembles, art club... they spent their time playing in the woods, creating fantastical realms of pirates and kings, elves and dwarves. In their fantasy worlds, they were safe. They were away from the judging eyes of their peers where they could truly be themselves. And so on it continued for the better part of a decade. Upon graduation, they had grown into two wildly intelligent, albeit a bit awkward young men ready to tackle the world. Though, as Teddy went on to university to study literature, Lucas' family wasn't able to afford any of the colleges he'd been accepted to. Thus, for the first time in their lives, the two were separated. Teddy flew across the country to Virginia for college, and Lucas stayed behind to work in his father's mechanic shop.
Their new situations were polar opposite, though their communication and relationship never faded. At least once a week they would facetime, updating eachother on their lives. The dynamic was as solid as it ever was, until it wasn't.
One cold January evening, Teddy sat down for his weekly video call, excited beyond words to tell Lucas about the new PS5 he'd bought for them to play Rocket League together on weekends. Though as call after call went unanswered, he decided to call it a night and touch base with him the next morning. Though, as morning came and went, there was still no sign of Lucas. His social medias went without updates, Teddy's texts went entirely unanswered, the only news heard from him whatsoever was from his step brother who mentioned that he'd seen Lucas working hard at the shop and hitting the gym he'd frequented.
This was the first peculiar incident that Teddy had noted. He'd known Lucas for years and while he was a lot of things, athletic was NOT one of them. It'd always been them versus the meatheads, and it was not like him to even consider lifting so much as a five pound weight. They would joke about the stupid smelly brutes in the school gym, mindlessly picking heavy things up and putting them back down again for some sense of marginal achievement. Though this would be only the beginning of Lucas' odd behavior. Months went by, Teddy checking his Instagram every day looking for a single sign his friend was doing alright, until one day as he was scrolling, he saw it.
It was Lucas, though not the proud, stringy outcast he'd left behind. This Lucas was ripped, proudly posing shirtless in some fancy-looking room he had never seen before, a cocky smirk plastered on his sweet face. The caption read:
"Workout complete: who's gonna give me a tongue bath?" followed by a slew of hashtags. Teddy's face flushed white as snow. Who was this person? What happened to him? Tapping his icon, Teddy saw that Lucas had changed his screenname to Luca, and this thirst trap he'd posted was the first one in over four months. Unsure of how to approach this vastly different person, Teddy replied to the post with a simple shocked emoji and hit send. It didn't take long before his phone dinged with a message: it was from Luca.
L: "yo sorry I been afk bro. my cuz julio been visiting from buenos aires... so i been hangin wit him. wuts up bro"
Immediately, Teddy thought his phone had been hacked. Luca had spent years perfecting his english, almost to the point where he would have been a tutor in the writing center had he wanted to be one. His texts were always grammatic perfection, down to the last punctuation mark.
T: "Uh, that's fine. I didn't know you had a cousin? You never talked about him or anything."
L: "bruh i didnt know he existed til he showed up. hes dope af. showin me some pointrs at liftin n shit. been changin my life. you gotta meet him when you come back."
T: "Sure, Lucas. I would love to meet him. I should be back next week actually, the semester is almost over. Maybe we can play RL at my place!"
L: "hah i dont think hed be into that kinda stuff. you shud hit the gym wit us when we go, get that pump goin ykwim. you gon love him."
Teddy frowned, had Lucas changed that much in the span of a few months? It wasn't just the physical differences, it was his attitude, it was his style, it was the way he talked, it was just... all wrong.
T: "Lucas, are you okay?"
L: "never better man. its Luca btw. fits better i think"
With that last text, Teddy decided to leave him on read. Lucas... or Luca rather, wasn't one to drink or do illicit substances. Though aside from that, he couldn't think of any other explanation for this dramatic shift in his friend's entire personality. He resolved then and there to get to the bottom of this, and he would do so in person the following week.
Thus, as he finished his finals, packed his bags and flew back home, the singular thing on his mind was seeing Luca. Arriving home, he monotonously went through the motions of greeting his parents and step brother, anxiously fidgeting on the car ride back from the airport. He didn't even take time to unpack his bags. The moment his mom's car parked in his driveway, he'd politely excused himself to go meet up with Luca. Hopping on his bike, he left his visibly confused family in the dust, rushing to the mechanic shop downtown where Luca worked.
By the time he got there, the shop was closing up for the day. Teddy ditched the bike on the concrete and burst into the front office, startling the lady behind the desk. Panting and sweaty, he collapsed onto the front desk.
"Uhm... Is Lucas here?" He breathlessly choked out the words to the woman, who confusedly cocked her head to the left. "Oh, I guess it's Luca now?" This name evidently struck a chord, where she nodded and pointed to the back room where the lockers sat. Teddy thanked her and slowly walked toward the big grey door. Placing his hand on the cold steel handle, he closed his eyes repeating to himself hopes that the person behind the door was the same one he'd always known. As he pressed the handle down and pushed the door open, the wet, dank smell of ripe sweat poured out. There, sitting on the bench, taking off his beat up pair of steel toed work boots was a shirtless Luca, almost twice the size he had been before. Where he used to be 5'8 and 101 lbs soaking wet, this Luca was easily 6'4 and pure muscle. His biceps bulged as he yanked his boot from his massive foot, veins pulsating up and down his arms. That boyish face remained, albeit with a newfound twinge of cockiness that was entirely counter to the mousy, nervous expression Teddy had grown to love. The moment he looked up, Luca grinned from ear to ear, hopping to his damp, socked feet and rushing his long lost best friend, throwing his arms wide to embrace him.
"Teddy!" Luca's chiseled body collided with Teddy's, holding him tightly against his statuesque torso with his face pressed against his sweat-slick pecs. Teddy felt like a child now compared to his friend, now transformed into a complete stranger. "It's so good to see you, hermano!" A thick Argentine accent bellowed from his newly baritone timbre- one that had been all but lost in school, but now prominently flowed from his supple lips. Teddy pulled away sharply, taking a step back in shock. "Oh, ¿es el olor? My bad, mi cuate. Long day of hard work, right?" Luca laughed, raising his arm to take a deep whiff of his dripping pits. "Ahhh. You grow to like it, me entiendes?" His jovial demeanor quickly subsided as he saw the look of absolute shock on Teddy's face.
"Lucas... What the fuck happened to you?"
"It's Luca now, hermano. I told you. Still the same guy as before, just a lil different now."
"Yeah... different. You can say that again." Luca sighed as he plopped back down onto the bench, spreading his legs wide as he rubbed his face.
"Yeah. I get it, man. It's a lot to take in, verdad? I told you my cousin Julio was in town for a while?" Teddy sternly nodded, straining to contain his contempt for this sharp departure of personality. Luca looked downward. "Yeah, well. He was a lot different from the rest of mi familia. He was a proud Argentino hombre. He was okay with not having perfect english, he wasn't scared of bein' different or bein' looked down on. Someone looked sideways at him and they'd have a broken jaw, me entiendes? It... it was so fuckin' nice to have someone around like me who was cool and strong and proud... I always wanted to be someone like him, Teddy. Always." Teddy saw a different Luca before him. Yeah, he was different, he was the embodiment of the thirst-trapping, smelly jock bros they hated as kids. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, he saw the Luca he knew deep down.
"Luca, all those years of us being friends, being this close, you never told me that." His head hung low, running his hands through his sweaty locks.
"That's not the only thing I haven't told you, man."
"Luca, you can tell me anythi..." Luca threw his head straight up, staring Teddy straight in the eye before blurting out:
"TEDDY I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU!" The room fell silent. Both men sat there, not breaking eye contact, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Of course, someone had to be the one, and Luca sighed as he continued. "Mi amor, I have always loved you. Since day one. Lookin' at eachother in that old bat's class, I knew I wanted to be near you. With you. And it wasn't 'til Julio made me realize I should have fuckin' said somethin' that I let my balls drop and promised I would tell you. So yeah, man. I love you." Luca stood up abruptly, with a confidence entirely foreign to Teddy and towered above his infatuation. "And you know what? I think you love me too."
Teddy was gobsmacked. This was a revelation he wasn't prepared to address. Luca loved him? This cocky, jockish best friend of his loved him? More importantly, did he love him back? They stood there, waiting once again for the ice to be broken. Before long, Luca had turned around and began to pack his duffel bag, fearing he'd gotten the answer he was hoping to avoid. Yet, perhaps it was a moment of clarity, or even a moment of weakness, but something deep within Teddy surged up from his core out his mouth.
"I love you too." The quiet admission didn't go unnoticed, as Luca stopped everything he was doing and immediately turned around. "Yeah, I think I love you too Luca. You may be different now than you were, but all this time I couldn't stop thinking about you. How much I missed you, how I would have rather spent every single second with you than every moment of being out there without you." Luca smiled earnestly, slowly moving toward his cowering love. "And it made me scared and uncomfortable because I was terrified things were changing and I stayed the same. Seeing you like this this, you're doing what I could never do. You're growing, you're becoming the best version of yourself, and I didn't know if you'd even want to be around me anymore or if you'd be ashamed..." Teddy's groveling finally ended with Luca's lips firmly pressing against his, the stubble on his chin scratching against Teddy's smooth skin. His inhibitions melted away, Teddy allowed himself to fall into the sweaty stud's firm hold, wrapped in a warm sticky embrace.
"Do you wanna to be your best self then, mi amor?" Luca whispered so gently, as if his words were caressing the ear. Breathless, Teddy could only nod as he allowed his endorphins to take over. "Julio showed me how. Do you trust me?" Another silent nod, stifling a guttural moan as he felt Luca's bulge rapidly growing firm against his stomach. This was the explicit consent that Luca felt he needed, he was desperately aching to bestow upon his lover Julio's gift which he had been given months before.
Teddy felt a firm grip against his shoulders pressing him down to his knees, until he was eye level with the lengthening rod which strained against Luca's thick sweatpants. For so long he'd suppressed his innate desire to give it the worship he felt it had never received and as Luca threw the waistband down to his ankles, he was not disappointed as it flew up and smacked him in the jaw. Before him was the most anatomically perfect cock he'd ever seen: easily 10.5 inches of thick, uncut, musky dick. Two large-egg sized balls sagged low behind it, spattered with selective hairs and dripping sweat. Teddy felt drool begin to drip from the bottom of his lip, the sheer heat of the musty hot rod only millimeters from the tip of his nose. Luca smiled, wrapping his hand around it and pulling his long foreskin down, revealing the pink, leaking mushroom head it contained.
"Julio showed me an old family secret. Only a few of us can do it, and I want to do it for you, mi amor." He began to stroke slowly; his member immediately taking direct notice, throbbing in a fervor more akin to convulsion. "He fucked it up last time, he didn't come back. But now thanks to him... I know how to give it to you, babe." Luca took his thumb and gently pried Teddy's mouth open. Eager to please, Teddy quickly took the opportunity to lick the tip of his cock, instantly savoring the powerful flavor of his dripping pre. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted. Sweet, salty, sour, savory... every taste bud fired thousands of endorphins in his brain. "Get your tongue in there, Cariño. Let it in." Teddy's tongue acted as if it were under another power, softly probing the leaking slit of the head and causing Luca to groan in ecstasy, throwing his head back. Grabbing the back of his head, in one firm push, Luca speared Teddy's gaping maw with his musky cock, pressing the nose firmly into his ripe bush.
Teddy was nearly scent-drunk in his love's dank, masculine smell, and only after a split second did he realize his entire tongue had slipped into Luca's thick rod. Grunting like a man in heat, the latin adonis gritted his teeth in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt Teddy's tongue slowly retract out of his cock. Released from his impalement, Teddy observed the wide opening of the cockslit in full view. Luca's hands gripped his palms, guiding his index finger back to the inviting orifice, effortlessly slipping in and sounding into his member. Elastic stretching sounds echoed in the room as the cock widened to fit his finger, then two, then four... until the whole hand was inside.
Teddy felt entranced, completely enveloped in the heat of the moment, plunging his second hand into the gaping hole. It stretched wide to welcome him, and with a single glance upward to a winking Luca, he understood. Teddy worked quickly, using forward momentum and the increasing suction within the engorged cock to propel his head forward into the tight wet cavern. The rest happened quickly. The sucking member had taken his arms and head entirely inside of it, squeaking and expanding as it guzzled his shoulders, chest and midsection. He could feel Luca lift his dick upward, letting him slide deeper and deeper. It was constricting, it was tight, it was wet, it smelled funky and ripe... it was the best sensation he'd ever felt. As his thighs and calves were made quick work of, only his feet remained outside of the slit. It took mere seconds for them to slurp inside.
Luca's cock was as large as he was, veins bulging and the entire length of it bulging and contorting as it worked Teddy down little by little toward his balls. He began to pump toward his sweaty balls, until he could feel the tips of his boyhood friend's fingers reach the opening into his cavernous testes. As if a seal had been broken, Teddy's body fell into the ocean of spunk, swelling his balls to accommodate the entire human being being nestled into his sac. The pace of his cock pumping hastened, as he felt closer and closer to climax. He felt the rigid bones and gelatinous fat begin to melt into his seed as Teddy was assimilated entirely into his system. Just as Julio had done to him, and just as he had in turn done to Julio. His breathing shallowed, gasping for air as he reached his tipping point, shooting out cum like a firehose all over the interior of the room. In it, was every insecurity, every pain, every imperfection which had plagued his lover since he was forced into the world. Gallons, tens of gallons in cum painted every surface around him, and as his balls began to shrink back down to the size of cantaloupes, he could feel his body churning Teddy down, incorporating him into the remnants of what was left of Julio. The gift itself, handed down the line for thousands of years was being imbued into the very core of Teddy's being. Julio had overshot his escape route in the heat of his own carnal lust, being broken down and slowly assimilated into Luca's body. The cockiness, the libido, the drive, the gift all now coursed through Luca. He was gone, but he didn't have to be wasted.
Over the next few weeks of churning, gurgling, bubbling, and undulating, Teddy was broken down and rebuilt only to be broken down again. Each time, a little more of Julio's essence would incorporate into him, even some of Luca himelf found its way into his shapeless form. Every workout that he did provided bursts of testosterone into the mix, and every jerking session flooded serotonin and glutamate. And after carefully monitoring the time, ensuring that Teddy would not meet his cousin's fate, three months later, it was time.
Sitting down in the luxurious apartment paid for by thirsty gay subscribers to his JustForFans and PH videos, Luca took his cock into his hands once more. Gently. Slowly. Carefully. Never losing focus of what was at stake, he stroked. Within his heavy balls, his leche had begun to bubble and slosh, preparing itself for expulsion. He picked up the pace, lifting his arm to get a full inhale of his pungent, all-natural pit poppers. His cock began to pulse and crack, as the thick sludge began to make its way toward the exit. Sure not to fall into the same trap as before, he pulled away from his tangy stink and focused. It was time. His hand moved furiously up and down his slimy cock, dripping with pre which pooled at his big, musky feet. One final cry of euphoria and out shot his load. One barrage after another, thick and dense landing afront him. Each shot slowly coagulating into a recognizable form. It slowly hardened, the milky white color giving way to ivory, then light beige, then a warm tan. Muscles tightened beneath a smooth skin, their fibers reconnecting one by one until they were strong and lean.
By the end of the bombardment, the homunculus before him had stood up. It was as tall as him, as broad as him, as powerful as him, and as the form of it's face began to take shape, a single tear was shed from Luca's watery eyes. He recognized his love, he could see Teddy, albeit ever so slightly different. He had certainly taken more of Julio and Luca's essences than they'd anticipated. A sharp, chiseled jawline carved itself out of the miasma, dark brown locks of hair sprung from it's scalp and plump lips parted to allow the deep breath of life which had been denied until then. His caramel eyes opened, and he smiled.
