Punk
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Good boys shouldn't make bets they might lose.
Punk Written by Leo_Todrius
The windows had been opened up, letting all the sunlight into the usually pristine teenager's room. The carpet was a fine blue, the bed was made, the closet was full of pressed dress shirts and slacks. Even the computer table was organized with all the supplies in the place. Such was the sort of life Noah usually lead. He was in the high school's model U.N., studied debate, had perfect grades. Everything seemed to be going well for him... except for the bet he had lost.
Noah sat in a chair with a cut open plastic garbage bag draped over his shoulders. His long wavy black hair obscured his face as his best friend ran a comb through it all, ensuring it was back to front. The chair was a modest attempt to recreate a barber's station and the dresser had clippers, scissors and a variety of other accessories. The young man standing behind Noah was blond, wearing a holy grey long sleeve t-shirt, two small earrings hanging from his ears. Jack had always been a bit wilder than Noah, but such a thing was not hard to do.
"Are you sure we need to do this?" Noah asked softly, looking out through his bangs as Jack worked away.
"You lost the bet, you couldn't even say it when no one else was around." Jack commented.
"I know, but... I mean this is pretty drastic. What if someone sees?" Noah asked. Jack rolled his eyes.
"It's only going to be for a few minutes... Then it'll just look like you had to shave your head." Jack said, though it wasn't the complete truth He hoped at least to get pictures.
Noah tried to steel himself against what was about to come, but as the buzzing sound filled the air, his muscles tensed. jack brought the clippers over and they chewed into Noah's dark black hair. Waves of black snowed down across the garbage bag before falling to the floor. Jack took a pass, then another, leaving short dark stubble to shadow his skull. The clippers ran around the crest of Noah's head, then his ears, leaving the lobes completely exposed.
With the procedure half way done, Noah looked rather strange with only a third of his head shorn, but soon Jack was working on the other side. The metal teeth chewed through the hair, the vibration passing into Noah's head. More hair fell away to reveal pale scalp, leaving a thick and luscious crest of hair down the middle, hanging past his face. Jack made sure to clean up the edges, smiling a bit as he set the clippers down, exchanging it for his phone. He took a few pictures before Noah moved.
"How does it look?" he asked nervously.
"Not yet, don't move. Be a good little boy like always." Jack said, reaching back to grab a small jar.
"Just because I didn't want to curse doesn't mean I'm always good." Noah protested.
"Name one bad thing you've done all semester... All year!" Jack said, unscrewing the lid of the jar. The jar was made of red glass with a black metal lid. The lid spun off, revealing a colorless gel inside... but there was a strong scent to it, pungent and musky.
"Well, there was that time I... I..." Noah petered off, trying to think. Even if he had been able to come up with an example, Jack was too distracted, knowing what he held in his hands. It scared him a little, but it turned him on a lot. Jack took a breath and plunged his fingers in. As his fingers dipped into the cream, his fingernails tingled and throbbed. The white nail beds soon turned black, the nails hardening before they pushed out a little, taking on points. Jack shivered, gathering the gel in his hand before he brought it up.
Noah was surprised as he felt Jack start to play with his hair, wondering what he was doing at first... but then he began to feel it. The gel saturated the hair, clinging to it, stiffening at once. The hair began to lift up, gaining colume and depth. It stretched back from his skull in a hardening crest and Jack worked his way forward, bringing the hair up. While Noah had always been an overly good boy, he'd neglected on his regular haircuts for some time. It was, perhaps, his only form of bucking normalcy. It seemed fitting to Jack that it was with his hair that they started.
Five inches, six, then seven. The mohawk was thick and wonderful and dark. Jack loved styling Noah's hair, but he kept running out of cream. The blond dipped his other hand in to get more, soon finding that his other hand changed to match, giving him black claw like nails. Jack brought his hands back to Noah's head, working him up, stroking each clump of hair from base to tip.
Noah shivered gently, partly because of the wet feeling of the gel and the exposed skull, but something else was going on. He felt a charge go through his body, his muscles tingling, his nipples firming. At long last, Jack reached Noah's head. The hair began to lift up, rising out of his vision. Jack worked the gel in, bringing it forward at an angle. The gel continued to harden almost like cement, the crest of hair drying out in its charcoal black glory.
"Wow..." Jack whispered.
"Wow? Wow what?" Noah asked. Jack turned Noah around on the office chair to face the d=computer screen laying dormant on his desk. Noah looked up and then froze, seeing his huge black mohawk and his sleek head in the reflection on the glass. It was amazing how much the one change made him look,. It made his chin seem more defined, his cheek bones in a perfect v... even his ears seemed almost pointed.
"F.... Fuck..." Noah whispered.
"What?" Jack asked, nearly dropping the jar.
"I look fucking awesome..." Noah murmured. Jack shivered in delight, feeling even hornier.
"If you like that, there's more we can do." Jack said softly.
"More? What do you mean?" Noah asked. Jack blushed.
"Well, this isn't any ordinary stuff. Let me show you." Jack said, gathering more gel in his hands. He soaked them both and began to stroke off Noah's hair with both hands. Despite being stiff and hard, the mohawk began to stretch and grow taller, rising to ten inches, then twelve, then fourteen. Noah shuddered and groaned, a bulge forming in his pants as he passed the foot mark, his hands digging into the arm rests of his chair. His lips curled and he panted softly, almost going limp when Jack let his hair go.
"How... is that possible?" Noah panted, his jaw dropping, "Dude, your nails..." he added. Jack was once again taken off guard. Noah had never said dude before in his life, but he looked down at his hands, noticing that not only had his fingernails changed, but pigment had settled into some of his fingers as if he had added tattooed rings.
"Its this stuff, it worked on anything..." Jack said.
"Anything?" Noah whispered.
"Well, I can show you more... and if you don't like it we can shave it all off." Jack said. Noah paused before nodding. Jack grinned, spinning Noah back to face him. He dipped his hand into the remaining gel and brought it up, rubbing it onto Noah's chin. Noah was confused as he felt the warm gel, but Jack kept stroking the skin.
With each rub, dark hair began to push out of his otherwise baby face. Noah had never had to shave before. Now he was growing hair in seconds that would take days on anyone else. The hair arched out and down, contrasting starkly against his pale skin. It curved down and around his chin, giving him a coating... but that wasn't enough for Jack.
Noah began to shift and groan, feeling amazing. Jack found it harder to work as he squirmed and moved to straddle Noah's lap, continuing to work. The hair dropped down past the chin, honing into a point before elongating further. Inch by inch it spilled out of Noah's chin, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Jack was getting so turned on, he tugged and tugged, pulling the goatee out of Noah's very soul. It passed six inches in length, then eight, dropping down in front of his throat in a mighty tuft that balanced the crest rising from his head. Jack began to hump and grind against Noah, the plastic bag crinkling between them. Noah groaned sharply, starting to hump back, not having any clue what was coming over him.
Denim and slacks rubbed fast and tight enough to build heat, trapped groins hardening beneath. Jack began to play more with the goatee, twisting and spiraling it around, braiding it. The tuft passed a foot in length and with the braid it looked almost like a pharaoh's goatee. Noah's pants tented harder and he grunted and groaned loudly, his voice sounding so much deeper.
When Jack finally let go of the amazing beard of his best friend, Noah growled menacingly, but he still trusted Jack. Jack, however, had prepared for far more than just the goatee and mohawk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick metal ring, dipping it into the gel until it was nice and coated.
"Hold still." he whispered before he brought the ring up.
"Hold still for- FUCK!" Noah cursed as he felt the searing sensation fill his nose... but as the ring pierced his septum, the weight of it felt oddly good. Noah grunted and drooled and then a wet spot formed in his pants. Noah had a mohawk standing more than a foot tall, a goatee hanging at more than a foot long and a nose ring so thick it almost blocked off his nostrils. He breathed through his mouth, coping, but Jack wasn't done.
A few more steel rings were dipped and then moved, slid around Noah's lips. The transforming youth hissed and moaned at that, arching his back. Jack was on the verge of orgasm himself, but he was enjoying the act of creation too much. Noah was his blank canvas, his template, his sculpture... and he had a lot more to do. More rings were dipped and moved, piercing both of Noah's ears at the base, then at the pointed tips as well. Jack even carefully maneuvered one ring into Noah's right eyebrow, though the brow seemed interrupted, developing thin vertical lines splitting it.
Jack panted just as hard as Noah before he grabbed at the plastic bag and tore it open, revealing a tight and ill fitting polo shirt beneath. Jack soaked his hand and slid it up under the shirt. As the gel smeared across Noah's stomach, black hair sprouted in a thick trail, snaking up to his chest where Jack massaged it in and spread it around, the smooth flesh dominated before long with thick curls and swelling muscles.
Noah gazed at Jack as if he was some divine inspiration, making dreams come true... but his eyes had more, including a hunger that was unrelenting. He wanted that puny boy for his own. Jack unbuttoned the polo and moved to take it off, but then froze, not sure what to do with the mohawk. Noah smirked at that, grabbing onto his shirt with both hands before he tugged in opposite directions. The fabric split, revealing the thick, muscular chest beneath.
Jack groaned, fishing around his pockets. He'd filled them with rings but some had fallen out. He pulled out two, sadly not the same size, but he didn't care. He dipped them and moved them to Noah's erect nipples, giving his right nipple the larger, heavier ring before the smaller went to the left. Noah groaned and grunted, his back arching more as his nipples stretched around the rings in his chest. Jack grunted as well, cumming a little, struggling to hold onto it all.
"My cock... fuck... You gotta do it man!" Noah demanded.
"I... You sure?" Jack murmured, afraid by how neither of them wanted to stop, wondering if they could.
"You get down there and work my cock you little prick, finish what you started." Noah growled. Jack's blood froze with fear, but that fear turned him on. He obeyed the large punk, lowering to his knees. The precum soaked, sweat stained pants were unbuttoned and zipped. Somehow Noah's underwear had shifted and unzipping the pants was enough to reveal the blood bloated cock. The shaft flipped up, smacking Jack in the face. Jack shuddered deeply. He'd never dreamed in his wildest fantasies that it would be even a fraction as good as it was becoming.
He ran his fingers around the jar and collected more of the gel. He was running out... but he had work to do. With his hand nice and soaked, he brought it up, curling his fingers around Noah's rod. Noah moaned loudly, starting to buck his hips up and down. The cock was soaked in gel, glistening and throbbing. It began to swell longer and thicker, the mushroom shaped head pushing out more from the foreskin. It had been modest to start with, a mere five inches, but with each tug it grew longer. Jack pulled it like he had the goatee, feeling it grow to eight inches, then ten, then twelve. Inch by inch the flesh grew, remaining just as firm behind... but it wasn't just becoming bigger.
At first it seemed like an uneven coloring in the veins of the cock, but slowly it was becoming more distinct. An emerald green color began to appear on the cock meat, then defined black borders. The tattoo of a snake appeared coiled and curled around Noah's huge cock, coming all the way up onto the cock head. It looked like the snake was hungry... and Jack was going to feed it. He fumbled in his pocket and found another ring, the last ring he had. He brought it up to the cock, rubbed it in the juices and began to push it forward. The flesh was still moldable from the coating and the ring settled into place before it firmed up, glistening like a beacon from the tip of the cock, right at the tattooed serpent's mouth.
Noah drooled more, the saliva running down his chin and into his goatee, his teeth almost looking sharper. Without the gel even touching them, Noah's fingernails turned black, as did his toenails. The hair on his legs thickened, even covering his toe knuckles before a broad, wide hand grabbed Jack's head.
The now frail, simple looking blond felt his head forced down, his lips pried apart as juice soaked cock filled his maw. His eyes clamped shut and he began to instinctively suck like the little bitch he was, running his tongue up and down the underside. Noah showed no mercy as he used Jack's face as a fuck toy, ramming the back of his throat until he gagged, using that as an excuse to slam down into his throat.
Jack felt overwhelmed, but oddly his throat seemed able to take the cock meet... but the reason was becoming clear. Jack's lips grew puffier and thicker as the gel leaked over them. Soon blond hair began to push out over his upper lip and chin, dropping down the sides to connect. At first it was the same blond as his head, but the hair took on a tainted color like sea foam green, becoming brighter as the goatee elongated. The green took deep root and then began to run through his scalp. The hair around his ears began to fall out, leaving scalp behind, but the hair down the middle of his head remained limp and turned more green by the second.
The forming goatee around the cock was soft and thick, disappearing into the black bush before him. Jack sucked, Noah fucked and the two continued to change. Marks began appearing around Jack's throat, a tattoo of the same cock from Noah's cock appearing like a collar around his neck. The smaller boy's shirt grew tight as his arms stretched and his chest expanded, his shoulders and collar bone testing it to the point of bursting. The fabric split out and fell prey to gravity, revealing thick shoulders with green flame tattoos on them.
The more Noah fucked Jack's throat, the more emblems began to appear across Jack's chest and back. Every band he'd ever liked appeared, then even bands he hadn't listened to yet. There were skulls and lightning bolts, a tapestry of ink. Noah moaned and grunted more, thrashing around wildly... and then came one more heavy hand move. Jack's head was pulled tight, tight enough that not a drop of hot, thick sperm escaped. It pumped down into Jack's stomach, warming him from the inside out.
The flood from his lover was overwhelming. Jack couldn't stop himself. His own cock began tot twitch and cum, soaking the jeans he wore. The cum pooled across his lap, ran down his legs and began dripping across his shoes. It was the most powerful orgasm he had felt in his entire life, but from what he could tell he was bound to have more chances to experience it in the future. Noah was already starting to slide back and forth for round two... all Jack was pleased about was that it seemed he had no need for breathing, at least for the moment. He began to obediently suck of the huge punk again, completely content. ****
The sunny day had given way to a gloomy, gray week. The cement was wet, the gutters full of soaked leaves and puddles of water. The only few dry places had been marked up with the wet boot prints of those that had walked through the puddles, the spiked black leather boots resting at the base of a street light downtown. The boots lead up to tight black denim pants, the fly left open. Jack was kneeling on the ground, sucking off a foot and a half cock as he often did many times a day. Jack wore a blue denim jacket loaded down with metal spikes and band emblem patches, his blue jeans soaked with cum and blood and piss. His green mohawk was longer but still limp, showing that he was the submissive one in the relationship. His neon green goatee was still stuffed around the meat of Noah, but Noah had truly refined.
The taller punk stood at six foot four without his mohawk, his towering frame over seven and a half feet tall when everything was taken into account. He wore a black leather vest which left his huge muscled arms exposed, his goatee hanging down to his navel. His piercings dangled as he fucked Jack's face, looking like a king of the streets. No one dared mess with either of them, even for public indecency. They had full reign and Noah was going to fuck Jack wherever and whenever he wanted... which was essentially everywhere all the time.
Noah held Jack's head in place with his left hand, his right bringing a cigarette up to his pierced lips. He took a long drag and then exhaled, the cloud of smoke curling around his head. He grinned at the world, knowing he was by far the hottest, coolest man that had existed in some time. All trace of the good boy had been wiped clean, save for a slight sensation that this was truly a better way to live.
There was movement down the street, a figure moving to approach them... The first that had willingly done so since their awakening to the punk lifestyle. The figure looked to be about twenty eight years old, a thick brown mohawk rising above his head. The sides of his skull were shaved, but a thick, untamed beard started right at his ears, obscuring his lips and face, dropping down below his collar bone.
Behind the sheet of hair, his shirt was opened in a deep v-neck to show off his hairy chest and pierced nipples, though the fabric tried desperately to constrain a massive round belly. The demon gave a fang filled grin as he approached, his black horns glinting in the light as he watched Noah go at it.
"Got a light?" The demon questioned. Noah looked over at him with a hazy expression.
"For a price..." Noah said. The demon lifted an eyebrow.
"And what is that?" he asked.
"Make out with me." Noah demanded. The demon chuckled, it seemed fair. He came up and tilted his head, one bearded mouth coming to another, though Noah's hairless upper lip soon received the feel of another man's mustache. Their lips parted and pierced tongues danced, all while Jack sucked away down below. The demon grinned despite the kiss, feeling so proud that he'd gotten closer to his lusty, hairy paradise. He couldn't wait to see what would come next, both for him and for the amazing punks.