FREAKER - 2
#2 of FREAKER
Dex wrapped his hands around the edges of the desk, moaning as pressure began building inside him. His arms were twitching, almost throbbing slightly, thick veins rising up across the surface. A similar phenomenon was taking place underneath his trousers, his leg muscles tensed and sore as though he had run for miles. Dex's breathing was quickening, deepening until he was panting and sweating in his seat.
Zeke had left for almost half a minute now, his increasingly sensitive hears telling him the guard was a single step away from his door. Sure enough the heavy lock suddenly clicked and swung open, revealing the massive frame of his brawny guard.
He was a good size for a bull. Brawn, as his nametag announced, looked to be somewhere in his early thirties and built like a tank. His huge chest sported two massive pecs that flexed and bounced with every moment of his herculean arms, each carrying a bicep that was easily 22 inches around and threatening to tear the sleeves of his shirt. Dex could see Brawn already possessed the V-shaped torso most men would kill to have, his relatively slim waist barely containing a set of freakshow abs that were pulling apart the buttons of his uniform, exposing his dark, chocolate-brown fur. Brawn didn't have an eight-pack by the looks of it, but the bulging six-pack was more than enough for Dex to be satisfied.
Brawn advanced, bolting the door behind him, his awesome quad muscles shifting like lava under skin-tight trousers, almost distracting Dex from the enormous bulge swelling from the crotch of his pants. Dex shuddered as the liquid surged through his system, bringing him tantalizingly close to what the wolf knew was going to be the show of Brawn's life.
"Well," Brawn purred, misreading Dex's shaky demeanour, "What happened to that cocky little alpha wolf from just now? You're egos been crushed to bits now hasn't it?"
The muscled-bull forced his face into Dex's, until the wolf could feel the heat blasting from the cop's huge nostrils. The fucking bastard was getting cocky, the evil glint in his eye betraying Brawn's intentions. Dex knew of this station's reputation of course, manned by a single massive, muscular policeman who pounded more ass than most of the hustlers down by Club Street. And now Brawn was going to fuck him senseless, if the bull fondling his growing bulge was any indication.
"It's still here assface," Dex spat, grinning wickedly, "Any moment now you're gonna regret ever keeping me here. I'm not afraid of cops like you, my man was just here and-"
Brawn didn't let him finish, the back of a massive paw slamming against his face and knocking him off his chair. Dex sprawled awkwardly, struggling half-heartedly as Brawn hefted him up by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the desk.
"Your 'man' is an old acquaintance of mine, squirt. You should have seen his face when he recognised me as the cop holding you here. But what about you, shrimp? You say your ego's here but I say otherwise, I know a brave front when I see one and judging by the way you're sweating and shaking, I think you know what's coming."
Brawn backhanded him yet again, leaving a painful sting on the side of his face before pushing himself off the table. The brawny bull was undoing the buttons of his shirt, exposing the enormous muscles bulging off his manly frame. Dex swore as Brawn's massive bulge began throbbing with excitement, thickening and hardening until the swollen cockhead was distinctly visible under his pants, betraying Brawn's lack of underwear. Panic was beginning to set in now, why wasn't he growing?! Had Zeke given him some kind of glowing placebo?
"What's the matter cupcake? Scared of the big bodybuilder-bull?" Brawn sneered, shucking the shirt and crawling onto the table, pressing Dex down with what must have been nearly 300lbs of sheer muscle. "I like pretty boys like you, with your virgin asses and yelling tendencies. Hah! I bet you aren't even 120lbs sopping wet. Well I've got good news for you boy, you can scream as much as you want while I fuck you into submission, no one will be able to hear you."
The muscleman pushed himself off, his monstrously muscled chest looming high above Dex's face.
"Fucking hell, look at you, barely five foot five, whereas I'm six and a half fucking feet tall and almost thrice your weight. I'm going to fuck you senseless boy, and you're going to love every fucking minute of this."
Brawn reached down and ran a finger along the zip of Dex's jeans, tracing the length of his painfully rigid cock.
"Damn, you're small just about everywhere, pipsqueak." Brawn chuckled, his long tongue wetting his lips, "Bet you'd give anything to be a fucking muscle monster like me wouldn't you?"
Something flared inside of Dex, akin to anger but somehow far more intense than anything he had ever felt before. The wolf growled, struggling with renewed vigour against the massive bull pinning him down.
"Aww, the little pup's getting angry. You don't stand a chance against me boy, I bet I can fucking make you cream yourself from just bouncing my pecs. You'd love that wouldn't you slutface?"
"Fuck _you_bitch," Dex roared, stronger and louder than he expected. A blast of energy suddenly surged through him, pouring into his limbs and leaving him hotter than ever. Brawn opened his mouth to say something before Dex interrupted him with a sudden growl, the wolf's body writhing and struggling against Brawn's arms, which were holding his down.
"What the hell's wrong with-?"
SHHHHRRRRIIIPPP!
The sound was loud, unfamiliar and accompanied by a thunderous roar from the tiny wolf. Brawn startled, flinching as an intense heat began burning against his clothed crotch. The bodybuilder-cop stared in disbelief as a massive, powerfully muscled cock all but tore through the zipper of Dex's jeans. The giant rod shot up as though the wolf had taken an entire body of industrial strength Viagra.
Brawn's knees almost went weak at the sight of Dex's dick, and if it weren't for the fact it was ridden with_glowing green_ veins, Brawn would have thought it the most beautiful cock he had ever seen on another person. The tip of Dex's cock was huge and swollen, flaring out with each violent throb of his growing penis.
Within seconds Dex's dick had swollen into Brawn's equal at a solid 12 inches, throbbing angrily from the hole it had made in his pants. It continued to swell, surging past Brawn's cock at maximum hardness, showing no signs of stopping until it closed in on a whopping two feet in length!
"What's the matter big man?" Dex growled, his voice deepening with every syllable, "Oh wait, you're not so big where it counts anymore are you?"
The colour had run from Brawn's face. The veins which had been visible over Dex's body were starting to throb, taking on the same glow from his monstrous cock. His body was beginning to tremble as though an earthquake was taking place and it was all Brawn could do push himself off the desk as Dex bellowed from the sheer power surging through his system.
Muscle was erupting all over his body, his clothes growing increasingly tight as enormous bulges exploded into being under the fabric. Brawn stared as Dex's once skinny right arm suddenly and instantaneously morphed into a monstrous, muscular beast, longer and huger than anything Brawn had ever seen. It was as though someone had photoshopped a bodybuilder's arm onto Dex's shoulder, only one that was easily twice as huge as Brawn's own.
Dex's quads suddenly swelled, inflating like balloons until the first rips began appearing. Within seconds, grotesque, teardrop-shaped mountains of sheer muscle began erupting from the tears in his jeans, destroying the material and sending bits of fabric everywhere. The wolf's legs began to jerk, the insane masses of striated flesh spreading down his legs and obliterating his jeans as they went. His once twiggy calves erupted with power, growing into monstrous diamond shaped masses that were riddled with the same glowing veins as the rest of him.
Brawn backed into a corner, stunned beyond reason at what was happening. He could only stare as the culmination of his sexual fantasies climaxed in Dex's growing body. The wolf's pecs were massive mountains of shredded beef, so enormous and so powerful the bull felt like a 97lbs weakling in comparison to the growing beast.
And so, Brawn sat, enraptured as Dex hulked out of his clothes, destroyed the table with his enormous weight, unleashing an ear-splitting roar as his body unleashed one final explosion of muscle, shooting up and out as insane amounts of muscle hulked out from places Brawn didn't know existed.
"FUCK YEAH!" Dex bellowed, his voice gentle as thunder as just as soft. The wolf jumped to his feet, smashing entire craters into the ground and towering over him like a building. "YOU SEE THIS BITCH? WHOS THE FUCKING CUPCAKE NOW HUH?!"
Brawn was wrenched off the ground by the hulking, eight and a half foot monster-wolf with the ease of someone lifting a broom. Almost immediately his cock exploded between his legs, dumping load after load of bull-juice onto Dex's herculean chest. Brawn struggled in Dex's hand, reeling from the most powerful orgasm he had had in years. Still, Brawn it was nothing compared to what Dex was capable of.
Freaky, basketball sized testicles hung heavily from his crotch, throbbing with unbridled power. Dex's nipples capped his monstrous pecs, thicker than his thumb and pointing down due to all the mass in his massive chest. They must have been one and a half inches long when fully erect and swollen as fuck. The hulking wolf's cock was three fucking feet long and thick as a fire hydrant, huge and strong and hard like a bazooka ready for launch. It was a titanic, throbbing pillar of muscular flesh that would paint the room when it exploded.
"FUCK YEAH!" Dex repeated, flexing his herculean guns and rolling his massive shoulders, "FINALLY I'M FUCKING HUGE AGAIN! YOU SEE THIS CUPCAKE? THIS IS WHAT A REAL MAN LOOKS LIKE! I AM THE FUCKING HULK, A FUCKING SEX MONSTER WHO CAN DO ANYTHING HE FUCKING WANTS!"
"AND NOW," he bellowed, slamming Brawn into the ground and positioning himself behind, "ITS MY TURN!"
***
"You must be new around here, names Chad."
The statement was simply put, pleasant and friendly, but still Ricky felt himself turn scarlet like the hair on his head. His entire world had been consumed by the enormous, frighteningly muscular draft stallion straddling his weight bench. The lion had heard rumours that the legendary beefcake sometimes graced the gym this side of the shopping mall, but he hadn't expected Chad to actually show himself, much less invade his personal space to this extent.
Chad's huge body was scant_inches_ from making physical contact, so close Ricky could feel the heat coming from his awesome musculature. The lion swallowed, he couldn't see them anymore, but Ricky knew there were at least half a dozen unconscious men littered across the floor behind Chad. The lion had been attracting curious amounts of attention the moment he stepped into the gym, from the biggest bodybuilders to the strongest studs. A number of them had abandoned their exercises (almost in unison) at one point, ready to introduce themselves... and then Chad caught a whiff of Ricky's scent and stormed over.
The horse had even knocked unconscious his own manager, a panther named Blake, who had tried to drag him back to a photo shoot for one of his many sponsors. It was easy to see how easily Chad had accomplished this feat.
Chad had made his first headlines two years ago when he won the super heavyweights at the age of 24, the youngest person to do so. And then he won the championships the next year and every contest he entered in-between. Chad's unbroken streak was so infamous he was already being touted as the winner for this year's international championships, which hadn't even taken place yet.
No matter where he went, all eyes would be on Chad. The stallion's flowing mane had been spun of pure gold, matching the intensity of his pupils whenever they weren't getting into his eyes. His shirt was so tight Ricky had initially mistaken it for body paint, the material itself straining mightily to contain his hulking muscles. Chad wasn't wearing any pants over his posing trunks, but it was clear everything going onto his legs would have to be custom made. His thighs had been carved out of expensive marble, massively muscled and shredded to bits. His calves were diamond shaped and flexed with every moment of his titanic legs. Chad's posing trunks displayed his prominent bubble butt, itself two shredded masses of globular muscles, a commanding presence whenever he turned his back on somebody.
But what truly commanded attention was contained in the front of Chad's posers. If Ricky didn't know better he would have concluded that Chad was stuffing his posers, only the stallion had starred in countless sex films dedicated to him and his monstrous endowment. His trunks didn't reveal any skin, but even a blind man could make out the enormous grapefruit sized testicles supporting the sleeping trouser-monster within it. Chad held the record for the world's biggest, strongest and heaviest erect penis and testicular sac. When your cock was 16 inches long, fully erect, it was no wonder why nobody expected the record to be broken anytime soon.
"So what's a hunky little kitty-stud like you doing in a place like this?" Chad said softly, his voice was sending shivers down Ricky's spine. It was deep, powerful and rich like the chocolate coloured coat that covered him. Chad's fur was white around his hands and feet, effectively giving him white 'gloves' and 'socks'.
Ricky, red faced and a little intimidated, barely managed to mew a reply. He wasn't even sure what he said, but whatever it was caused a disproportionately intense reaction in Chad. The stallion reared back, a shudder surging through his body at Ricky's response. His thick, erect nipples twitching under his shirt, growing diamond hard and even more pronounced under the thin fabric.
Actually that shudder was more of an earthquake. Chad's lips were practically pried open to make way for an orgasmic moan. His muscled legs tensed, his toes curling against the floor of the weight room, his monstrous bulge swelling and hardening immensely between his legs. A huge glop of precum burst into his trunks, leaving a noticeable stain as his massive, massive cock reared its swelling mushroom head.
People began to gasp, some pulling out their camera phones as Chad's posers were pulled away from his body, grapefruit sized testicles spilling out and resting heavily against the foldable bench. Ricky knew his mouth was hanging open at the sight of Chad's gigantic cock, it simply stuck out from between his muscled legs, semi-hard but throbbing intensely.
"Oh my god!" squealed somebody from behind Ricky. Chad ignored the interloper and reached for the traumatised Ricky, sweeping the stunned lion onto his shoulders and standing as though the lion weighed nothing at all. Then again, when you were seven frigging feet tall and 360lbs of solid muscle, Ricky supposed that was expected. Chad turned his head, giving Ricky and evil smirk and licking his lips.
"W-What about your photo shoot?" Ricky asked timidly and before he could stop himself.
Chad didn't reply immediately, instead bringing up a mammoth, freakish bicep to Ricky's face and flexing it so hard the lion nearly creamed himself right there and then.
"You like this, stud?" He growled, flexing that monstrous arm until the bicep split into several peaks, "24 inches on these frigging guns baby, biggest in the country and probably the world. Go on, touch it."
Ricky didn't need to be told, a shaking hand reaching for Chad's insane gun and caressing his smooth fur. It was like rubbing a warm boulder. The stallion's inhuman bicep was harder than granite and hotter than hell. Ricky was cringing at the sensations shooting up his hand and making conscious efforts to swallow his drool within the first ten seconds.
"That's it babe, fucking hugest guns in the fucking universe." rumbled Chad's manly baritone, "Fuck the photo shoot, I don't need it and neither do they."
"But you kitty-stud, I think we both could do with some quality time together."
***
"ARRGHH! OH MY GOD! UUGHH! AAAARRRRGH!"
Brawn was screaming at the top of his lungs, skewered upon a cock that was three feet longer and thick like a fire hydrant. A muscular top himself, the huge bull had only ever been penetrated a few times in his life, so something so massive was definitely out of his league.
"YOU FUCKING LOVE THIS DON'T YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!" Dex roared, the monstrous hulk almost shattering his eardrums as he did. He had Brawn bound to a makeshift rape-rack, a hastily constructed from the steely remains of the room's furniture. Brawn legs been bound to the 'pillars' of the rape-rack with iron rods, not enough to keep him there, but with an eight and a half foot muscle beast tearing his ass apart, Brawn wasn't exactly in a position to leave.
The muscled-bull gritted his teeth, steeling himself against the titanic cock that was violated his insides. Dex was standing, his face mad with lust as he ploughed deep into Brawn's ass. The huge wolf was clearly enjoying himself, big hands worshipping even bigger muscles. It had been hours since Dex started fucking him and already Brawn's behind could not take anymore. Buckets of thick, viscous cum squelched from his ass with every thrust, drenching his rear and flowing over his still erect penis, testes and down to his abs.
Brawn knew most people would force themselves to relax whenever he was hauling ass, but no matter how hard he tried the bodybuilder could not do the same. It was supposed to reduce the pain, and when the penetrating penis was so massive, everything counted. Brawn continued gritting his teeth, his police training kicking in as he fought to remember anything Dex was spewing in his sex crazed haze. It was difficult processing information when the fucking Hulk was powerfucking you into submission, but something kept cropping up as Dex continued to fuck.
Zeke.
The wiry little fox was still up to his antics it seemed, despite a decade passing since they had last met. They both shared an intense lust for muscle, and to say the fox had dedicated his life to it would be something of an understatement. Seeing the fox in his usual tiny size when he came to visit Dex had filled Brawn with a sense of achievement. After the events in their last quest for muscle, it was the last thing Brawn ever wanted to see bulging out of the cunning fox.
And then Dex had hulked out before his very eyes and proceeded to rape him so violently, occasionally mentioning some sort of crystal or liquid that had caused such insane levels of spontaneous growth. To think Zeke could have delivered something to this delinquent so easily! Brawn's mind began blazing through his buried sexual fantasies. Only a small amount of liquid could have slipped through to reach Dex, and if such a tiny amount could turn a five foot five inch weakling into an eight and a half foot muscle god...
Then what was the same amount going to do to him?
"O-OHH!! OH FUCK! OHHH_FUCK_!!"
Dex suddenly froze, his jackhammering coming to an abrupt stop. Brawn cried out in agony as the wolf's swollen cock began growing inside of him, becoming bigger, stronger,thicker. His massively balls swelling grotesquely, Dex staggered backwards, yanking Brawn and the rape-rack off the ground with his massive cock alone. The wolf was wide eyed and breathing hard, massive hands pinching his massive nipples when he body suddenly quaked.
"AARGH!!"
Brawn screamed, an insane, grotesque bulge suddenly slamming into the back of his ass. The torrent of cum all but tore him apart, surging up the entire length of Dex's mammoth shaft before erupting from his cockhead with the force of a volcano.
"AAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!! OH GOD FUUCCCK!!! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!!!"
Red hot cum exploded from Brawn's ass as Dex's climaxed with an orgasm more powerful than anything Brawn had ever experienced. The sheer pressure of the first blast had forced Brawn all the way up the shaft of the wolf's cock, wedging him tightly against the massive cockhead. He was a ragdoll stuck on the tip of a flailing, thrashing monster, thrown about like a helpless toy as Dex screaming and writhed across the prison floor.
And then without warning, Dex's orgasm became even more powerful, a massive blast of cum wrenching Brawn from his cock and sending him crashing into the wall. Dex, lost in a drunken haze of muscle-sex, continued to explode, aiming his cock toward Brawn and firing blast after blast in his direction, almost drowning him in thick white man-juice.
Huge hands reached for him, wrenching open his jaws and trying stuffing the still climaxing head into his mouth. The monster was simply too huge and the hands too violent, and before long Brawn had his entire muzzle stuffed down the cum-slit, guzzling in as much cum as Dex could force them his throat.
***
Dex woke with a start.
The room was still white, drenched from floor to ceiling in his cum. Brawn, that rapist-policeman whom he had powerfucked into unconsciousness was still in the corner where Dex had left him, naked and soaked in his spunk, his foot long cock still erect and rock hard.
Dex groaned, pushing himself onto his feet. His serum-induced growth had receded, leaving him as small and as weak as he started. The wolf swore under his breath, his feet squelching against the puddles of cum on the floor as he made for the door. He didn't want to be this weak again. He wanted to be huge, monstrously muscled and burning with sexual power. The liquid serum had caused him to grow bigger than when he was just exposed to the rays.
"Fuck," Dex cursed, sneaking out the front door and running toward the parking lot, "I need to find Zeke, and get more of that growth juice. I can't be weak again, I just can't!"
He didn't even care that he was naked. All Dex wanted now was more of that serum or crystal, and the only person who could acquire it for him was Zeke. The fox was smuggling the green stuff from some top secret experiment or something, and Dex knew very well he was just testing it on him until he was certain it was safe. That meant it was only a matter of time before that blasted fox stopped supplying him with the stuff and used it on himself. Dex honestly didn't feel like sharing, he was still 18 after all, young, virile and well within his prime, unlike Zeke who was in his late twenties.
Dex threw himself into the nearest car he could find and began hotwiring it. Hopefully that brawny policeman would have the metal capabilities to keep quiet about the whole thing, at least until Dex could find a way to keep himself huge permanently. Losing all that muscular growth after an orgasm wasn't a spectacular way to end things.
Dex would have to find a way around that soon.
***
Zeke bolted the door shut and drew the curtain over the viewing window of his office. The warehouse was located several floors underneath the main headquarters, where employees masqueraded as members of a world renown pharmaceutical company. Not everybody was allowed down here and Zeke knew if he blew his chance now, it would never come ever again in his life.
The FREAKER substance was extremely volatile and completely unpredictable. At least it had been before Zeke got his hands on it, the result of his cunning, guile, and secretly experimenting on the substance itself. Zeke hadn't accomplished too much due to his lack of scientific knowhow, but there was one thing Zeke had managed, and that was the testing of FREAKER on live subjects. It had been something the company violently objected to, for secrecy was paramount if they were to usher in the next stage of evolution.
Zeke didn't care honestly, his goals were simply. He wanted to be monstrous titan, fucking huge and massively muscled. He wanted a cock that was longer than his torso and stronger than steel. While FREAKER was the only way for him to accomplish this, Zeke knew he had to be cautious, secrecy was paramount of course, but so was safety. It would do him no good if the muscle growth was not permanent, and that was where Dex came into the picture.
Dex had been one of those wealthy, arrogant and egoistical college students who didn't really need their diplomas or degrees, and Zeke had found himself drawn to the wolf's intense, passionate lust for muscle. Growing into the fucking Hulk wasn't enough for Dex, and while Zeke wasn't confident in the teenager's ability to keep a low profile, he was the only test subject available to him.
Well... maybe not the _only_one.
Zeke leaned back against his seat, throwing his legs onto the desk as he pondered the recent turn of events. He regretted giving Dex that massive chuck of crystallised FREAKER, somehow the wolf had managed to liquefy it in some sort of science machine experiment... thing. All that mattered was the entire frigging crystal had been absorbed through the penis of one of Dex's classmates.
The wiry fox threw himself back to a proper seating position and pulled out his laptop. It was one thing to predict what was happening to Dex right now, having been given a tiny vial of FREAKER to have fun with. Zeke's old nemesis, the bodybuilder bull named Brawn, was the cop guarding Dex's cell right now and the only other person inside the station. He doubted he would even need to record this down, so Zeke turned his attention to the city's security network, easily bypassing the substandard safety measures until every camera in the city was linked to him.
Ricky, as Dex's leonine classmate was so called, was easily the most dangerous being walking through town, and Zeke intended to follow the lions every move.
***
"What's the matter stud?" Ricky purred, riding on the wave of confidence that came with the level of control he was exerting over his man, "This little kitty too much for the big man to handle?"
Chad was breathing hard, his face flushed from straining to control himself. His massive chest was rising and falling like the waves on the sea, powerful muscles rendering Ricky's weight almost negligible. The draft stallion's mane was in a mess, sweaty and sticking to the sides of his face.
"Shit, Ricky, I'm so fucking crazy right now I can't think straight. I've never been so completely under someone's spell, you're like some kind of addictive drug I can't get enough of."
"I can see that, Chad." Ricky replied, running a finger through the river of cum drying all over the stallion's beautiful muscles. The lion had just ejaculated what seemed like every drop of cum from his swollen testicles, but even that paled in comparison to what Chad had blasted from that massive prick. Better yet, the horse was still rock hard and leaking, a clear sign Ricky was going to so much more fun.
Chad swore as Ricky adjusted himself, deliberately grinding his bare ass against the horse's enormous hardon.
"Fucking hell Ricky I have never felt this way in my fucking life! What the hell is it about you that's driving me so wild?!"
"My winning personality of course," Ricky replied cheekily, pressing his hard cock against the base of Chad's abs and grinding the hard muscles, tearing a moan from the stallion's lips.
"You must be saturating the air with sex pheromones, because clearly I'm not the only one whooOOOHH!God don't do that!"
"Why? Is the feeling of my foot long rod grinding between your brick like abdominals too much for the big muscleman? What if I slid my furry butt across you and started pec fucking your chest with my cock?"
"Oh god please no! Ricky stop! Stop before I... Ooohh! Oh god! Oh f-fuck! FUCK! AARRGHHHH!!!"
Chad was trashing on the huge king-sized mattress, the entire bed quaking and creaking as another massive, torrential orgasm erupted from his titanic penis, splattering against Ricky's back and shooting high into the air before raining down upon them. Ricky knew better than to remain sitting on the bucking stallion. The lion dug his legs into the bed beneath Chad and seized the horse's juicy nipples for support, conveniently twisting them while his fingers were there.
"AAAHHH FUCK!!" Chad exploded, massive muscles flexing and bulging across the landscape of his herculean body, "ARGHHGHGHHHH!!!"
There was a loud BANG, as Chad's titanic right arm tore through the one of the chains keeping his limbs to the bedframe. Ricky's tongue had rolled out at the sight of such manly strength, the chain was the kind used to bind car tires to prevent them from skidding on ice, and Chad had broken it as easily as a flimsy thread.
"What did I say about breaking your chains, Chad?"
The draft horse swore at him through gritted teeth, howling with ecstasy as his orgasm hit its climax. Ricky chuckled, his cock dry heaving as he continued fucking the muscular cleavage between Chad's pecs, his fingers pinching and twisting the horse's nipples until the bodybuilder slumped, exhausted against the sticky mattress.
"Fuck," Chad announced between gasps for air, "Best public sex I've ever had. Probably the best sex I've ever had and we haven't even penetrated anything yet! Are you_sure_ you're still a virgin?"
Gasps arose from the crowd who had gathered to watch them. Most of them had their camera phones in their shaking hands, determined on recording what was taking place in the middle of the mattress department. Ricky simply smiled. There was no need to tell Chad that he used to be a geeky little college student a mere twenty-four hours ago.
"You'll see for yourself soon enough," Ricky whispered, grinding his muscled ass against Chad's_still_ solid cock.
"Oh god your ass cheeks feel so frigging tight! I'm going to fuck you so hard right now Ricky and-"
"We agreed you had to orgasm three times before you could be released, muscleman. Have you forgotten al-?"
"You think these chains can hold me?" Chad interrupted, his face splitting into a mischievous grin, "I already broke one without even trying, ready or not Ricky."
"Here I come!"