Weaponized Buttfuckery
When a weapon test gone wrong gets out into the public, there's only one thing left to do.
The room was clean, sterile white and surgical, dominated by a massive operating table and the blinding fluorescent lights that hung above the operating table. The young man struggled against the restraints, arching and shouting for anyone who might hear his pleas yet no one came to his aid. He was fit, a farmer's tan gracing his muscular body and short cropped hair. He'd been an army man before starting the tests. Before they'd started injecting him with fluids and drugs, now he wasn't sure what he was. He'd been stripped bare for this test, not an unusual occurrence, and given his daily shots which made his thick rod as hard as steel. His whole body burned with need, for release but no matter how many tests were run he never seemed to get it. He wasn't the only one or at least he didn't think he was. He heard things at night, screams and moans and all manner of other sounds that made his blood run cold yet fed the hunger deep in his body. He didn't have much longer to wonder however as a chime rang in the room.
"Marcus. We're going to begin our tests for the day" came the dispassionate female voice that was his only human interaction for the last seven months. The room whirred and before he knew it several long mechanical arms had risen from the floor tipped with syringes and other medical devices. He struggled more as one filled with a strangely glowing rainbow substance came near yet the bindings reacted to hold him tight. Before he knew it the syringe was in his flesh, draining quickly as the burning sensations in his loins only grew. Another of the rainblow solution was brought to his cock and injected, his veins bulging and glowing with the substance as he thrashed and screamed wildly.
All of this was being watched behind a two way pane of glass, two men in white labcoats eagerly jotting down each response as more and more of the syringes were injected into Marcus. "This looks promising." one remarked, checking a few machines in the small lab room that monitored the former army vet's vitals, his companion only nodding slowly. "We should have a weaponized strain of the Gay Virus soon. Look at these readings. After four injections all he wants to do is fuck. With the proper tweaking we can get that behaviour down to only males. Think how this will save us on troop deployment?" the other scientist commented.
While they watched Marcus could feel the injections taking hold as the strangely glowing solution traveled further into his body. He'd had a wife and a kid before all this, it was the reason he'd taken the job in the first place. Infrantymen didn't make a great salary and when some of the bigwigs started talking about extra cash he'd leapt at it, the wife wanted to go back to school which would mean more bills and a babysitter. It'd even started well, the first checks helping. In the months that followed however his mind had drifted from his wife. They'd kept him in a cell with another tester and while they'd never fooled around they'd certainly beat off in front of one another. His name had been Lebron, a fit ebony man with a dick even now he envied. How he wanted to suck it now, to feel it fill his aching hole, to feel hot cum shoot into him. How he wanted to breed that slab of meat. Some part of him knew it was the experiments, the drugs injected into him but as he felt the prick of another needle into his skin he simply couldn't care less. If it weren't for the restraints he'd have his hands wrapped around his meat, stroking wildly along his cock and this thought made him struggle all the more.
This struggle wasn't hard to see on the monitors either, the scientists in a scramble as their testing machines began to beep and wail, vital signs on their test subject going haywire. Something had gone wrong but there was nothing they could do, they were only there to observe, not to interact with the test subject and as they watched the man they knew how much of a mistake that was.
Marcus could feel the trouble almost instantly after the last injection. His muscles swelled, his veins now fully glowing the strange rainbow hue, causing the already tight bindings to grow tighter. His body felt strong, stronger than it'd ever felt and as he flexed he could hear the bindings and table creak under his ever increasing weight. It wasn't just his muscles growing either for as he continued to dream about how wonderful it'd be to fuck and suck on any cock he could his own member began to swell and grow. With another creak and snap the bindings pulled free and finally, blissfully, the serviceman's hands went to his dick. His meaty hands moved about his flesh, rainbow precum leaking from the tip and helping to lube himself up as he jerked off wildly. The scientists could only watch as their test subject transformed into a mountain of muscle, could only watch as what was once a man fell to the floor with the only desire in his mind to jerk off. Yet as the man continued to grow, his body continued to glow and as his first orgasm struck, Marcus felt his body start to dissolve in blissful pleasure. His hands continued to milk his foot long length even as his body started to lose its definition, each subsequent spray of semen against the once pure white walls slowly causing his body to deform and puddle off the table. Before long, there was no more Marcus, merely a pair of hands quickly working over a massive cock that jutted from the table until with one last geyser of seed they too dissolved leaving the two witnesses to the horror alone to clean up the mess and from the look of it...they were going to need a lot of mops.
Charles walked out of Cascadia High, headphones in and hoodie up and in his usual foul mood, the weather above stormy like his mood and threatening rain. He wasn't what anyone would call popular by any stretch of the imagination and the fact that his closest friend Adam had outed him as gay to the whole school a few months earlier hadn't helped his feeling like a pariah. He'd withdrawn from school work, he'd even stopped going for a few months until his parents threatened military school. Didn't mean he'd have to like it. He watched all his friends drop him like some leper, the football team bullied him non-stop and even his teachers refused to do something...anything to help him out. Today was no different, one of the jocks spray painting faggot across his locker and two of the football groupies grabbing him from the boys room when he went to cry out into the quad so their boyfriends could beat the shit out of him. He'd had to leave his backpack behind with all its books. No doubt he'd get in trouble for that at home and the next day at school. Military school wasn't looking so bad.
The second rock thrown took him out of his own mind, quick enough to dodge the first swing to his stomach but not quick enough to dodge the second. "Haha...did you see that Chuck? Bitchboy went down like a girl." the cruel voice of Marlin sounded from over him. Charles could only look up as he struggled to breath at his tormentors as a kick came into knock him on his back. Marlin was everything Norman Rockwell wanted in his paintings. Tall, handsome and blonde, Marlin was set for a scholarship by the end of the year and a promising college football career after. Chuck was his usual flunkie, dim witted by strong. Both were mountains of muscle compared to Charlie's scrawny body, all the more evidenced as they hoisted him off the ground. Charles tried to struggle but he knew it wasn't worth it. "Get off me you fucking dickheads!" he shouted anyway, getting a good foot into Chuck's face before the larger boy wrangled his legs. "You little cocksucker! I'm gonna kill you!" the meathead shouted, another fist ramming into Charles stomach quelling any further fight.
"Chuck! Cut it out!" came Marlin's voice, angry and strained as he tried to keep hold of his now slack burden. "I told you, we're gonna throw him in the culvert! Any more bruises and we'll get in trouble. You know what Mr. Pataki said. We can beat him up but if we hurt him too bad the Principle's gonna start asking questions. Now come on!"
Charles remained hanging limply, the weight of the day and the throbbing pain in his stomach too much to bear on top of the knowledge that Mr. Pataki, the P.E teacher, wasn't just covering for his bullying but directing it. He hung silently until they reached the culvert outside the school, taking in all sorts of wash and trash from the local military base and storm drains. Most people avoided getting anywhere close to the foul smelling pit but apparently that wasn't in the cards for him today. "Alright, on three." Marlin sneered, Chuck following suit as they gave a few test swings of Charles. "One. Two...and three!" they shouted in unison and then Charles felt himself get air. That is until his body connected with the concrete with a sickening crunch, something most certainly broke thought Charles as he rolled down into the culvert proper. The oily water slowly soaked into his clothing as he lay half submerged into the run off. He tried to move but the sharp stabbing in his side quickly convinced him that was probably a bad idea. He reached for his phone but felt how wet his pants were. No way his phone survived that and then the skies above let out a peel of thunder and the heavens opened.
"Maybe I should just lie here. Let the water take me." he thought as rain fell in sheets, quickly purging the culvert of yet more trash. It'd be so easy and no one would miss him. Maybe someone would have seen Chuck and Marlin throw him in and they'd get arrested. A small comfort. His parents wouldn't miss him, no one at school would miss him after Adam's betrayal. It was even easier as more of the murky water started to fill his vision, pain coursing through his system as he slowly rolled onto his back to stare up at the heavens. He could just close his eyes and let it end and that's exactly what he did. Charlies closed his eyes and shut out the world even as more gunk from the culvert washed over him. Had Charles opened his eyes however, he'd have seen the thick rainbow colored slick move closer and closer to his warm body. Would have seen as the rain washed more of the glowing substance from the drainage pipe that it seemed almost attracted to his body. That as it neared it flowed about him. Into him as he lost consciousness.
Charlie woke with a gasp, cool rain on his bare flesh bringing him back to the land of the waking. He'd remembered...being thrown into the culvert...remembered just closing his eyes. Remembered the shooting pain in his side that somehow had gone away. He'd broken at least one rib right? He sat up, looking about. He'd somehow managed to drag himself to under the bleachers of the football field...how he had no idea, it was a good hike from where he was to here even without fractured ribs. An inspection of his body didn't show anything out of the ordinary, just his stringy pale skin and thick black bush that made a forest of his private area. Maybe Marlin and Chuck had fished him out to make sure he didn't die but...why take his clothing and why under the bleachers? To embarrass him on his way home? Well he wasn't going to let them win on that. They'd denied him the quick and easy route. He wasn't going to let them take what little left of his pride he had left. He slinked quickly back into the school, knowing that plenty of people stored extra gym clothing in their lockers. He'd just have to borrow some clothes, not that he had any intention of returning them. He was done with this place, done with all the people. He'd go to military school or he'd blow his brains out, he didn't care which. Either was better than where he was at.
As he crept into the locker room he could feel the moist air, the whole place had terrible air flow and whenever one person used the shower the place turned into the swamp. He could smell the masculine aroma of B.O and body soap that filled the air. He'd always had problems changing in here and his body was reacting despite himself, quickly finding it harder to walk as his dick began to stir. He continued to creep until he was just close enough to peek into the shower, wanting to make sure there wasn't a whole lot of people here that might miss their clothes. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he only spotted one person, one of the track runners named Jordan, under a showerhead at the far end of the showers. He sat back a bit more to spy on the senior, his growing arousal continuing as he watched the tall leggy boy lather his lean body up with soap before washing it under the steamy water. Watched until he saw that he wasn't the only one prepared for some fun though had to duck back when Jordan gave a quick scan around himself.
Charles was quick to return to peeking when he heard the familiar sounds of pleasure coming from the showers, Jordan bent over with a hand against the showerwall with the other reached back around himself as he ploughed several fingers into his eager ass, each thrust causing his quickly hardening dick to swing between his legs invitingly. Charles watched enraptured, only ever having seen scenes like this on the computer late at night when he knew no one was going to come into his room. His own hand moved quickly to his rock hard dick, stroking in time of the thrusting fingers Jordan seemed like he couldn't get enough with. Soon enough, they were moaning together though the runner didn't know it and before long the two reached climax, Charles unable to hold back an eager shout as he blew his load all across the tile floor which seemed to snap Jordan out of his post orgasmic haze.
"Whose there?!" he shouted loudly, quick to stand and cover himself. "Come on out, I know you're there! Don't make me report you to Mr. Pataki!" he shouted louder, more confident. Charles' face burned red as he stepped out into the doorway, covering himself even as fresh spooge dripped form is hands. "Charles?" Jordan asked incredulously, slowly letting his hands hand at his sides. "You better get outta here man...I don't want wrapped up in your shit. Just...I'll forget this happened if you don't tell anyone ok?" he pleaded, Charles's eyes focused on the lean and hairless body before him. He wanted this man, more than he wanted anyone else ever and he wanted him right now. Something in his blood began to beat and even though he'd just cum he felt himself grow hard too and Jordan noticed too. "Hey man...you gotta pay for admission if you wanna keep watching." he tried to joke but as he saw the look in Charles's eyes something filled him with dread, made all the more real as the other boy took a step forward.
"No." Charles sadly softly, eyes locked on the smooth skinned runner before him. Something in his head was telling him he wanted this, needed this, and with every step he felt like he could take it. Charles lunged, the slick terrain causing Jordan to slip and fall hard as he tried to wrest away from his attacker causing both to fall hard against the ground. Charles had never been strong but as they wrestled it was clear he had the upper hand. "No." he said again, louder, as he finally got Jordan under control, slamming him against the tiled floor to stop any further fighting as he worked between his legs. That voice at the back of his mind was telling him to breed. To FUCK, to take this virile man underneath him, to make him his. To fill him with cum and fuck him until he couldn't think and that was exactly what he was going to do.
The first thrust was the hardest as he speared into Jordan's already used hole, another bringing them hip to ass as he sunk fully into the senior with a snarl. This was good, he felt strong, he felt in power and as the screaming track runner beneath him arched in unwanted pleasure he knew he needed more. He gave Jordan another slam against the ground, causing the other boy to gasp even as his hips started to buck. Each wave of pleasure as Jordan's ass clenched around his invading member, trying to push him out even as he pushed in made him feel even more in control. Each thrust bringing a hungry moan to his lips as he simply gave in, simply let the voice at the back of his mind take over. He continued to ravage Jordan beneath him, continued to fuck the boy like a fleshlight, uncaring of the other person's pleasure though after too long even his victim was screaming in pleasure as he was taken so fully. Charle's mind filled with a pleasurable haze, images of sterile surgery rooms filled his head, strange men in lab coats and needles. Lots of needles. He could feel them pierce his flesh. Could feel their hot injections flood into him but he didn't care. All he cared about was fucking the thing beneath him and cumming. He needed to cum so badly. He hadn't cum in months.
Jordan had simply given up, at first he was amused that Charles was trying to come on to him...or whatever it was he was trying but when the boy had lunged at him he knew something had gone wrong. The fight had left him so quickly, when had Charles gotten so strong and then...he had a cock lodged up his ass. That delicious cock. He could feel it pummel into him, reaching further and further with each thrust as if it were growing to fill him completely. It rammed into his most sensitive spots, could feel the heavy and hot churning balls of the boy on top of him slap into his buttcheeks with each thrust. He'd never been fucked like this, not by the Coach, not by his boyfriend, not by any of his toys and he never wanted it to stop. A loud, feral growl, however tore him from his bliss as he felt the cock in his ass fill him almost painfully full now as each thrust from Charles came with a grunt of effort. He he looked up, he watched as the former scrawny boy's muscles ballooned wildly, growing thicker as a strange rainbow glow coursed through his veins. His former struggle renewed as he shouted in horror, trying to get away from the growing monster on top of himself.
Charles had gained at least a foot in height, the hair all over his body had fallen out and the rainbow glow wasn't just in his veins as he continued to slam into Jordan with more feral snarls. Rainbow goop leaked from his eyes and mouth as a vacant expression took over his face. The glow only began to grow brighter with each thrust as the quickly growing muscles started to lose definition, Charles flesh slowly turning the same rainbow color as the goop that now leaked from his ears as well even as gurgling moans erupted from his lips. Jordan continues to try and pull away, hoping that whatever was happening would make it easier to pull away, that as Charles melted he'd be able to run even as the cock in his ass continued to slam against his pert buttcheeks. This hope failed however as each thrust grew less and less and the feeling of being filled simply grew into a horrifying reality, Jordan finally tearing his eyes away from the now lumpy creature above him to where their hips met.
The rainbow goop had merged into his tan flesh, the veins were their flesh connected had the same strange glow and he could see the bulge of the now foot and a half long cock buried in him twitch and thrust as their hips moved together. With each thrust more and more of the glowing liquid crawled up his body and as it did he could feel his own orgasm rising even as his cock was absorbed into their thrusting hips. Jordan let out one final scream as he felt himself cum, the sound soon choked as rainbow colored jizz rocketed out of his mouth as his body swiftly lost its shape and pulled into the goopy monster above him.
Spent, Charles quickly began to lose his shape and through the pleasured haze could feel himself slowly lose himself even further. He could hear voices, talks about failure and waste removal as his quickly dissolving body took in what was left of Jordan's goop. He wasn't waste, he thought, as he tried to parse out the strange invading thoughts. He was a man, he was a breeder. He wanted to fuck more, he wanted to cum more! He wanted to live, he wanted to fuck over all the people who'd fucked him over. He moved a hand, the pile of brightly glowing rainbow sludge responding slightly to his thoughts. He tried again, willing his hand to move and from the goop a massive beastial hand erupted. He moved his other hand, another massive paw erupting alongside the first. He was a monster, he was a machine built to breed! He was a weapon designed to turn men gay, to convert men to fucking other men. He was a god, a bastion of buttfucking. He wasn't going to die, no. He wasn't going to military school. No. He was going to make a military. He was going to turn more and more men gay so he'd never have to be bullied about it again. He felt his hands move to his whim, pulling up and out of the pool of cum on the floor. With each inch that rose he felt himself grow more solid. Felt himself grow more hungry for male flesh. The pool began to take shape, thick muscle forming from the slime as a pair of massive legs and arms took final shape. He could sit up, he could move around but that wasn't good enough. He needed more...he needed to be a real monster. With more thought he started to channel all the most violent and cruel monsters into his body as it took shape. His head burst into a teeth filled muzzle as a pair of large ears flattened to his skull. Thick rainbow colored scales coated his body as a massive tail burst from above his tight ass. His paws grew thicker, fingers growing longer to support vicious talons as his feet followed suit and before long he was finished. He stood easily at nine feet tall, head brushing the ceiling even when he stooped. A long serpentlike tail thrashed behind him as armor plated ridges took form along his back and along his tail. His muzzle even shifted, growing more sleek and angular to fit his serpentine body as a pair of thick curved horns spiraled just under his wolflike ears. He was no longer some puny wimp to be bullied. He was a monster.