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Down in his basement, Garret is playing his monthly game of cards with his friends. Tonight they decided on Texas Hold'em, and he's pretty happy so far with his luck. He's up twenty from the start and they're only half an hour in, that is until his friend Rob slams down his cards saying, “Read'em and weep, boys!" He had a full house while Garret was attempting a bluff with his two of clubs and seven of hearts.

“Whelp, so much for feeling lucky," Garret thinks to himself as he loses the twenty he managed to scrounge up. “Is it just me, or is it getting kinda warm in here, though?" He asks the table and none of them pay him much attention, talking boisterously over the sound of cards being shuffled and chips clattering around. He decides to think nothing of it and puts his game face back on for the next hand.

After another half an hour goes by, Garret hasn't had much luck and has lost another thirty credits. He sits back in his chair and pulls on the collar of his blue Hawaiian shirt, his skin and hair sticky with sweat. “When did it get so hot in here," he thinks to himself. Looking around, the other guys seem to be sweating as well, their clothes all damp, but they also seem a little exhausted. “I'm going to go check the thermostat, guys. Something's definitely going on here." The other guys grunt as the gorilla picks himself off the chair, his khaki shorts practically sticking to the wood because of the sticky sweat. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs it seems awfully quiet suddenly. Looking back at his friends, they all seem to be in a bit of a daze, maybe even passed out! He turns to check on them when he hears a voice from the top of the stairs.

“So we finally have a winner, do we?" The gruff voice echoes around the room, followed by a snort, a voice unknown to Garret. Slowly, he turns his head to look up the stairs and a big boar is sitting there wearing a tank top and a jockstrap, and nothing else. He is leaning back against the staircase with his hands behind his head, relaxing like he owned the place, showing off his hairy armpits.. His big, round gut pokes out from under the tank top, not even trying to hide the belly button. But what Garret can't take his eyes off of is the bulging mass that's barely inside of the rubber jockstrap. He has never been attracted to another male before, not that it would bother him much if he was, but this is the first time he's ever felt such an overwhelming sense of sexual instinct.

“I'm sorry," Garret says, his voice cracking a little. “But I don't believe you were invited here. Who are you, and why are you in my home?" He yanks at his shirt's collar again, sweating profusely still and not realizing just how hard his dick has gotten.

With a big grin the boar says, “Let me introduce myself! My name is 'Sir' and that is how you will address me." Garret wants to feel angry and to rush up the stairs to beat the guy's face in, but his legs feel wobbly and weak and he still can't take his eyes off of that bulge. “Haven't you noticed how warm it's been here? I've been here for quite a long time now, watching you and your friends play. But as long as I've been here, my testosterone has been filling this entire room, and you're the only one that hasn't passed out from it!" Garret is finding it difficult to follow what the boar is saying, and is holding onto the banister so he doesn't fall over. “That means you win, and you get to be my boy! Now come along and we can move to a place where we can be better acquainted." As the boar stands up, Garret notices just how massive he is. Being a gorilla, Garret is used to being the biggest guy around as a 30 year old man being over 300 lbs and 6 feet tall. But right now, he feels smaller than he's ever felt before. Big belly, big nipples, huge thighs and belly that Garret can't help but look up in awe at as he takes one meek step up the stairs without thinking. “That's it boy. Just come to me." The package in the rubber jockstrap in front of him twitches, and he takes another step up. The boar's mouth moves, saying something that Garret can't hear, but he takes another step. The world is spinning, but he seems to know which way is up and somehow keeps his balance as he takes another step, but then the world goes dark.

Garret wakes up in a large room in a bed that is not his own. Groggily he starts to sit up and notices, as soon as he starts to move, that his crotch and ass feel strange, but good. He looks down and finds he's wearing a rubber pair of briefs that are so tight that his hard cock is easily visible stretching the fabric out. Every small movement he makes makes him want to moan, the tight rubber feels like a strange mouth sucking on his dick, but his ass also feels like there's something lodged inside. Almost by instinct, sitting in this bed, his body starts rocking back and forth and the pleasure builds in his ass and crotch quickly. It's like having a blowjob and getting fucked at the same time. Garret instantly forgets any other thought as the pleasure takes him over, rocking back and forth and moaning before a door is closed in the distance. Footsteps follow, but he doesn't want the pleasure to end and despite himself keeps rocking as someone approaches the lewd scene.

“I see my boy is enjoying his new toy," the gruff voice says as the boar comes out of the darkness to the side of the bed. There is no tank top this time, and only the rubber jockstrap remains, putting the entire, large surface area of this chubby hunk on display.

“What have you done to me?" Garret manages to squeak out meekly as he rocks back and forth, trying to break through the pleasure but not wanting it to end.

“Nothing you don't want me to do," the boar says. “If you don't want this, just say so and it will end." He grins down at the gorilla, who once again feels tiny when he knows he's not. Garret wants to speak up, but can't find the words between his moans. “Those briefs are special, as I'm sure you've discovered already. They are almost alive and emulate blowjobs and fucking as long as the wearer is moving. But there is one more thing I love about them," the boar grins as Garret moans more loudly, feeling his climax on its way. All of a sudden, the pleasure is gone. The feeling is no longer there, and it never returns no matter how much he rocks back and forth. His balls churn, but find no release. He looks up pleadingly into the other man's face. “They will deny the wearer the ability to cum! It will always keep you oh so horny, but help me train you when you're allowed to feel that gratification."

A voice from seemingly nowhere blares through the room, “How are those briefs I designed doing, Drew?" The voice is deep, and manly.

“They work like a charm, Manfred," The boar responds, still leering down at his captive. “Now leave us alone! We still have much to do." He takes a step forward and Garret notices the room warming up again, just like back in his basement. This time it's a little different though. He's much closer to the boar now and the smell itself is intoxicating. Pure testosterone leaks from this man, and is making it very hard to think. Garret tries to move away, but can't seem to make his muscles or limbs work at all. All he can do is stare forward as the boar reaches the bedside, his cock clearly outlined in the jockstrap. He feels like he's being pulled towards that bulge, but doesn't realize he's crawling to it. “That's right boy, you want this." Want. Is that true? This is what he wants? Yes, he is crawling to another man on all fours, staring at his crotch, but is this really his decision? The pleasure returns all of a sudden, covering his entire crotch and ass, the rubber briefs once again teasing his senses causing him to moan audibly. “That's right boy. Wanting this is the same as wanting that pleasure you feel," Sir says as he rubs his monstrous bulge.

Garret's body feels like it's on fire, his own arousal brought to a boiling point by pure testosterone oozing from the hulking beast before him. Crawling over seems like an eternity, but in reality is only a few seconds before his nose is pressed against the hot bulge. The pleasure that surrounds his torso becomes background to new thoughts and feelings surging into his brain. “So masculine", and “Smells so good," and “Can't resist", and “Submit", and “Serve", and “Bitch boy," and “Slut", and “Need to taste," all bombarding his thoughts with no room for anything else. Sir looks down at him and grins, seeing the slap-happy smile appear with drool coming out of his new boy's mouth.

The boy reaches up, hooks his fingers around the waist band of Sir's jockstrap and slowly pulls it down. It resists for a moment near the head of the cock, before he feels a big slap from under his chin as the cock comes flying up and smacks him in the face, pre flying everywhere. The next thing he feels is a huge amount of heat released from the prison along with that cock, almost knocking him, the musk so strong that he can taste it without opening his mouth. The third thing he notices is the large amount of pre that is splattered on his chest, neck and chin, before he can finally look back at his prize. Sir's cock is as big as the gorilla's forearm! And the balls hanging below with two metal studs are hairy and the entire sack is as big as his own head. How dare he question himself before! To think that he would never want this! The desire and lust filling his mind becomes too much to bear, and Garret dives face first into those balls, mouth open. The gratification is immediate, pleasure not only shooting like fireworks in his brain, and fireworks in his crotch as the briefs reward his behavior with a mind-blowing orgasm. Sir is unable to see his boy past his own belly, but can see the convulsing pleasure from an obvious orgasm, his own cock leaking pre and covering the chest of his new toy like icing on a cake.

A small chime is heard through the room, completely lost on the boy who is immensely enjoying himself, but recognized by Sir. “Looks like I broke you in, just in time for dinner." The boar laughs to himself as he pulls away from his confused boy and walks to the door. Not wanting to be separated for a second longer, the boy scrambles off the bed and crawls after his Sir expectantly. Together, they vanish past the door and head for the dining room to enjoy dinner with everyone else.