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Cody 2 - Road Trip
by Emile
Copyright 2007. This is a work of fantasy and the writer does
not suggest or condone any particular activities. You should obey the laws of your
juristiction, ie consensual sex between adults.
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We got to Bodyworks, and Cody eased
himself off the stick, his dick burping ropes of clear sap as it popped past
his sphincter. His recently virgin hole
spasmed as he pulled off, and I dug two fingers into the slick hole, which
easily took my thick digits with nothing but a grunt from the stud. He squirmed as I fingerfucked him, helplessly
trapped between the car roof and my scraping ministrations, his muscles bulging
as he tried to take his weight through his arms. I felt up his love nub,
pushing him further and further to the
brink of orgasm, until the swollen head of his dick was purple and his shorts
were slick with goop. Then I pulled out,
jerking the shorts up to trap the throbbing cock in sticky denial. He collapsed into the passenger seat and I
fed him my fingers, the varsity jock reluctantly being forced to suck the arse
slime and cum from them. He almost
gagged at the taste, so I made him lick the gearstick clean as well, while the
rest of my deposit seeped through his shorts.
When he was done, I patted him on the head. "Good work cunt, Now let's go inside for
your reward"
The clinic was fairly bland outside, but
the minute we entered the sterile white lobby, Cody's chiselled jaw dropped. On
the walls beside the reception were photo series' showing the progress of some
of their recent work. The top photo
showed a healthy good looking teen, probably 19, standing bare-arsed, his dick
impressively long but thin. The next three photos showed him after a series of
augmentations over maybe 6 months. While
it looked like he'd worked out, his popping chest and cut abs were noted as
implants. He'd also had collegen
injections in the glans of his penis, the once thin dick now sporting a bulging
mushroom head. The series continued over
the next year - the kid must've become something of a size junkie. Bodyworks was happy to oblige his fetish,
replacing his pec implants with heavier, titan udders, to go with his
dysmorphic steroid pumped body. His dick
too was pumped with collegen, in two separate operations the guys dork swelled
to beer can width, hanging low and veiny like a polish sausage. In the most recent photo, just after the
second dickbloating operation, he'd stopped smiling, his eyes slits of latent anger. Seeing Cody stare, the receptionist chirped
"He's one of our best customers.
He's in for a testicle enlargement now.
We've never used that much saline before, but his agent was
insistent." I asked if it cost
much, just to see Cody pale. "Oh,
well" the receptionist smirked "all our customers pay, eventually. He
now has quite a lucrative job in the adult movie business ... although I'm not
sure he planned it that way. Anywho, how
can I help you folks?"
I gave her the details and the receptions
sized up Cody with a smirk. "Excellent.
Now you can wait here while we work on the subject, it shouldn't take
more than an hour. Now, boy, follow
me..." I waited a few minutes,
thumbing through magazines, and got bored.
Fortunately Bodyworks had an open door policy, so you could freely
wander around and check out the patients, humiliatingly exposed for all to
see. I went past a few rooms, until I
found the boy from the photo. He was in
a reclining bench, legs up and wide apart, exposing his floppy horsecock and
balls. They'd taped his tubeflesh down
just below the flared corona, and the doctor was carefully explaining to the
sedated, but concious, patient what he was doing. "Now Horace, I'm injecting the first
syringe into your left testicle."
Horace grunted as the needle pierced the ballsac, giving a long low
groan as the fluid began forcing its way into his nuts. When the syringe was empty, his left ball
looked large and smooth, like a goose egg.
He mumbled something like "Please stop", body breaking into a
sweat, but his agent just smoothed Horace's hair off his forehead, as the
doctor took another syringe. Rather than
starting on the right ball, the doctor slowly fed a second syringe load of
collagen into the fearful teens left ball, stretching the tender flesh to the
size of a tennis ball, the skin was taut and shiny. Horace's groans turned to grunts, as spasms
of pain racked his crotch. "Ok now
Horace, now for the right ball."
The agent turned around, looking satisfied, and told me that 'Horse',
his stage name, was one of his finest new talents. Raising his voice slightly over Horace's
gutteral moans, he confided in me that in just 6 months, his flicks had made
the studio over a million dollars. When
he'd started, needing the money to feed his steroid and surgery addictions,
he'd done some straight porn, being a ladies man himself, but since he kept
growing, the only audience he appealed to now was the rough trade market - all
muscle dicks and S&M. In desperation
he'd auditioned for a role fucking guys, but being repulsed by gay sex and
drug-addled, he'd struggled to keep his monster cock hard. He'd tried to quit but they'd not let him,
gently explaining that he couldn't afford to go on the streets now even if he
wanted to. They paid for his last two
operations, and had recast him as a prisoner in Cellblock Cocks, where thanks
to the drugs and a sensitive love nub, he'd taken it up the arse like a bitch
in heat. He was fucked by the prison
guards, the warden, his cellmate, they'd even changed the script to include a
gangbang in the prison gym. His co-stars
were all hired for their dicks, and his raw cunt didn't take less than 12
inches the entire time. His hole was
gaping by the end, a dripping mess.
Since then he was a favorite, taking everything from fists to wine
bottles up his mancunt, and amazingly, he got a raging hard-on every time.
They were just adjusting his balls, so
they'd look better for the close ups, since his sack had looked a little small
bouncing off the 13" dicks that routinely skewered him, under his own
meaty cock. Secretly, he told me they they were planning on stuffing his arse
with real horse cocks in their next enterprise
- Horse Man - and wanted the buff tank to be fully primed. A big ballsac would make it easier to tether
him for the stallion to pierce his hole, and a hefty swinging sac always looked
good on the movies. Since they couldn't
film a cumshot, they'd have to make do with his grunts as the horse cum
squirted out of his hole, coating his nads.
The doctor interrupted - he'd finished the four syringes, and in his
opinion, the young actor (breathing heavily in the chair) could take no more. Any more and he risked permanent crushing to
his testicles. The agent waved his hand
dismissively, telling the doctor they'd already paid for six shots. The doctor went back to his work, preparing a
third huge syringe to inject in the helpless boy. While he prepared, the agent took me over to
meet the star up close. His skin was
beaded with sweat, and his pupils wildly dilated. "Shh, Horse, that's ok." As the third syringe plunged in, he tried to
scream or something but his voice was (amusingly) hoarse. I leant down and kissed him, plugging his
screams with my tongue as he fought both me and the doctor's invasions. The power of kissing a helpless studmuffin
like him was great. His mouth tasted
cummy, and when I stopped, the agent shook his head. "You're a brave one, I don't know many
people that would kiss that sewer hole unpaid.
I'd get some mouthwash if I were you." I nodded and left, looking for a bathroom, to
the dying sound of Horace gasping as his ballsac was stretched inhumanly.
After the bathroom I found Cody, the
doctor gripping his big brown nipple tightly to skewer the barbell
through. They'd already taken all his
hair off, his skin taut and bare from the paste they'd applied. I noticed they'd even smeared it on his cheeks,
leaving them bare apart from a hot goatee ring they'd left around his strong
lips. He was looking a little dazed from the sedatives, but not so out of it
that he didn't still buck and moan every time they began a new step. "Hey doc" I announced "can we
also arrange a tattoo? I was thinking
something suggestive, like a naked guy with a priapic dick, on his inner
tricep." I knew a tattoo there was
very painful, and would raise some juicy questions, without being obvious. Cody moaned again, but the doc just finished
pinning his chest with the thick rod, and looked over to nod his
agreement. As the doctor stood back I
got a good look at his exposed flesh. He
was bald as an eagle. The hair removal
paste they'd used was strong - nothing much would grow back there. His barrel chest, arms and legs were smooth
and lightly tanned, his crotch, dick and balls lighter as they lost their thick
fur. As promised, a thin cuntlick of
hair still ran from his belly button to the root of his cock, like a guide
arrow to the goodies. His masculine
body, which had been his trading staple for years, had been converted into rent
boy material, hot and sluttish. It would
be good to know that for the months he was on campus, he would always look like
a call boy beneath his jock clothing.
The doc had finished up the piercings,
and the silver from his new ballbag piercing shone in the light. His cock too arched forward, obviously
painfully tugged down by the heavy prince albert, and the invisible wire
threaded down his shaft to the base. He
began moaning, as the sedative began to wear off, but struggled to free
himself. The doctor gave him another
shot, this time just to immobilise him, shoving a piece of well chewed wood
between his teeth to stop him biting.
They began work on the tatt, a 5 inch long cartoon of a buff boy
stroking his mega cock, juice dripping down to his feet. The tatt was upside down, would be hard to
miss when he lifted his arm to reveal his sexy pits. While the artist inked up the supple flesh, Horace's
agent wandered in, admiring my charge.
"Hey fella" he said to me "I think Horse is getting a
little uppity, maybe you could bring him down a peg before you go." I nodded, having had just the thing in
mind. When the tattoo was done, I took the
timber out of Cody's mouth, noting with satisfaction that the wood was soaked
with multiple men's saliva, and pitted with tooth marks. The 8 inch block was thick enough to wedge
open his mouth, and I could tell the taste of the other guys trickling down his
throat had been unpleasant. But nothing
had prepared him from the gut wrenching pain as I squirted lube up his hole and
shoved the wooden rod up his arse, jamming it right up his tender rosebud. "Ok" I said "bring in your
star".
As we waited, the gag slid out a little
from Cody's arse, slick from my cum still clinging to his anal cavity, and I
pushed is back up with a jab. Five
minutes later, the agent came back, Horace's arm slung over his shoulder as he
stumbled buck naked through the corridors.
Horace's dick and balls made a hefty thwacking sound as they flopped
about, the pumped boy obviously still in a mountain of pain. "Ok" I said to Horace "now get
down on your knees and put your pretty head between Cody's legs
here." Horace paled, and Cody began
to buck, but we guided Horace's forward, his head planted on Cody's spread
cheeks. I could tell Cody was gripping the gag with his arsecheeks like a
champion, despite the pain he was trying to spare a similar victim a worse
indignity. We weren't having any of
that, and a light kick to Horace's swinging balls got him sucking on the hole
like a champion, until the sloppy sound of timber suctioning out of the hole
could be heard. We told Horace to suck
up the log like a cock, and could see his face screw up as the cum and spit
soaked gag passed through his lips. The
lube loosened everything, and as the timber got a few inches out, it suddenly
shot forward, spraying Horace's face with cum and arseslime, causing him to
choke. He spat the timber out, and his
enraged agent gave him a sickening kick to the balls, making him curl up in the
foetal position, clutching his oversized nads.
He thrashed about in pain, oblivious to the juices on the floor being
smeared across his rippling body. It was
priceless, especially as Cody's kept dripping goo from his arse and hard dick
over Horace's face. But all this fun had
to come to an end, so as Horace slowly recovered, gulping breaths like a fish,
I helped Cody out of the chair and towards the door. He limped from the stabbing pain shooting up
his gut, thighs basted, looking at me pleadingly as I dragged him towards the
door.
As we got to the entrance, I gave Cody
his final present for college. I'd kept
a couple of other items from his bag, the only items, bar the football shorts,
that he would be allowed to own. The
first was a thin tee with his high school emblem, a little small, and so tight
on his sexy body that the fabric folded around the barbell through his
nipple. While we stood there, I ripped
off the arms, turning it into a hot muscle tee that would expose his hairless
pits and tattoo if he lifted his arms.
The other item was running pants, long and loose, with no support for
his floppy tackle. No jocks, no
shoes. He pulled on the clothes, now
looking more obscene than before, almost a parody of a jock, just barely
concealing his abused body.
We drove to campus, this time he got to
sit in the passenger seat, tissues stuffed up his mancunt to stop himself
staining the pants. I rolled a condom
over his swollen tool, and told him to lick it clean every night before reusing
it. We pulled into campus in the
evening, only a day late, but a world apart from when he'd flagged me down, a
cocky jock with the world in the palm of his hands. Now he was in the palm of mine. Three frat boys came up to the car, hooting
and cheering, apparently seniors who he'd met when he first checked the place
out. "Well our little pledge has
finally arrived. Hey welcome
man!" Cody got out, trying his best
to swagger without revealing the pain of his raw fucked arse. The guys looked at me quizzically, still
smiling. "Your old man?" they
asked. Cody hesitated, and I
grinned. "Yeah" I said,
"I'll drop by to check on my boy from time to time, eh boys. Now unfortunately Cody here left his stuff
back home, except these shorts. Don't worry son, I happen to know the janitor
there, I'll make sure he gets your clothes shortly." Cody looked at me aghast, gazing over to
where my finger was pointing. As
promised, I did know one of the janitors, a black dude called Jamal, who nodded
from the distance. The guys began heading up to the house, and I gestured Cody
back - "You can't leave without giving your old man a hug" I
bellowed. He turned back, and I gave him
a big bear hug, whispering in his ear.
"Yeah fuckface, welcome to the family. If I hear from Jamal you fuck up even
slightly, and all your buddies will be getting those photos. And remember - no cumming. See you in a few weeks!"
I drove off laughing, watching the buff
boy stand in the drive, shoulders slumped, in the rear vision mirror. My how far he'd come!