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captainlondonman · 8 months ago

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Arab Masters

A different story

Ken was frequently on business trips to Saudi Arabia sometimes for 2 weeks at a time. After a day of meetings when there was nothing for him to do he used the hotel gym to work out. At least it took up some time and kept him in good shape. He was 6” with a honed body and wide shoulders. Blond and hairless but he knew he looked good. The hotel gym after a while he felt was too boring. The other guys there were also businessmen and most just used the bike and those that did weights were so half hearted. He rarely spoke to any of them. There was no need to keep using the same hotel so he looked on line to see what hotel had the best gym. He found a good hotel which had no gym but next door was a well set up gym with all the right weight lifting equipment which was open to the public. This to Ken seemed a much better place for his next visit.

He entered the new gym not sure what it would be like and was amazed to see how many people were used every bit of equipment. He was the only white guy in the room. All the others were local and into building a really good body. You could almost see them vying with one another. Most of the guys were over 6” and packed with muscle with their brown tanned bodies and beards. Ken immediately noticed that they all had well developed black hairy legs. He had never really thought about Arab men before and had never been into them. All the guys he picked up were usually blond. But these guys were something else, they were so masculine, in fact they oozed masculinity. No doubt they did all this work out to impress their young wives sitting at home waiting for them to return. This was a man’s world. The room was heavy with the smell of sweat and most guys were working out so hard that their tops seeped with sweat and he could see the glistening sweat running down their arms from their hairy armpits.

‘Christ I will have to step up a bit here if I am to use this gym’.

Once he had done his hour’s training he went to the shower area and his eyes were out on stalks. Almost all the guys without exception were as hairy on their back as their front. It was like a carpet of thick black curly hair all the way down their backs from their necks, the hair thickening up as it vanished into their arse crack. Their hair was a perfect line down their chest and around heavy dark brown nipples and spread out to form what almost looked like a forest around their cock and balls. All the guys had cut cocks and all thick and heavy with glistening heads. Ken noticed that as they heavily soaped themselves their hands moved more slowly around their balls, tweaking them and pulling them then placing their big hands over their shafts, stroking lightly so their cocks grew slightly . They were almost ready to become erect but they stopped themselves at that point and then let the water wash away the soap to show off their cocks to perfection. They were obviously getting off on the adrenalin and see each others bodies. Ken had always thought he was fairly well endowed but all these guys had thicker dicks. He found himself having to face the shower controls as his own cock lengthened, without any hand help. Shit there was no way he could have a full boner in front of these guys not in Saudi Arabia.

Keeping his towel well wrapped around him and his hands over his cock he went into the changing room. Most guys had brought joggers and a lycra top, the top taught across their erect nipples and so tight on their muscled arms. A few put on jockstraps so when they pulled up their joggers there was a definite bulge on the front. Other guys put on their thobes and he noted that as a couple of them walked even with their underwear he could see a cock swinging with the edge of the head and shaft showing.

Ken almost ran up to his bedroom his cock starting to leak some precum from being in amongst so much testerone. All that black hair, bears and muscle had made him feel so horny.. He stripped off and went ito the bathroom standing in front of the mirror his boner so rigid and so vertical. He had never felt like this. He looked at his own cock his hairless blond body and as he put a firm hand around his cock he said.

‘Shit man, all that male sex, all those black hairy muscle guys with their thick cocks, I wish I could look like that. Christ why am is saying this I love blonds but the place is just so full of men sex. They are all real men and I wish that I could be one of them.’

As he looked at himself in the mirror he imagined himself transformed into a hairy arab with full black hair and thick beard. His cock felt almost sore he was so worked up and with one hand tweaking his nipples imagining them full and pert like the other . He let his hand rub and and down his shaft faster and faster, his breathing quickening as he let himself imagine more.

‘Fuck man I wanna be a hairy arab’ and with that he shot his load not just over the basin but onto the mirror, great white creamy globules dripping down. ‘That was the best wank I’ve ever had’, he thought as he wiped the mirror clean.

The next day he could hardly concentrate on his meetings. All he could think of was getting back to the gym. He spent an hour that evening doing few of the weights but quietly staring at all the muscled arab men. Why had he never thought about them before but now it was all he could think of . Before going into the shower he thought he would try out the sauna and as he walked into the space, 3 hairy arabs were sitting in a row on the upper seat with a towel over their private parts. They nodded at Ken and he sat on the lower seat but looking directly at the men.

‘So white boy, you like our gym?’

‘Yes it’s great’, he replied

‘Full of muscle arab men and only you as white.’

‘Yes I see that’

‘But you obviously like to be here with us hairy guys as I saw you yesterday looking at us all.’

‘I was doing training,’ Ken replied

‘Nothing in comparison to the weights we all lift.’

‘Perhaps but you are bigger than me,’ he tried to defend himself

‘You are right. We are real men not pussy white boys’

Ken did not know how to reply so he seemed polite so he said nothing and was about to get up and leave when the middle guy said

‘See even now you are lower than us in the sauna. That means you are lower than us in every way. You want to obey us arabs, you want masters. So do not think of leaving now. You are scum and scum boys lick the feet of their masters. Start licking our feet. They are all nice and sweaty form working out so you need to lick a lot. Get down on your knees and start white faggot.’

Ken knew he could not leave he had to obey, they were too powerful for him to think of leaving.

Letting his towel fall he got down on his knees and started to let his tongue roll over the first pair of feet. They were cheesy and unwashed from training.

‘Lick them clean you faggot cover your spit over both my feet, feel the curly black hair on my feet in your mouth, get your tongue between my toes and clean . that’s right get hold of my feet and caress them as you lick. He put his hand on Ken’s head and pushed it down pressing Ken’s lips tight against his feet

‘Good boy.’

‘Now it my turn,’ the middle one said

‘Lick hard you white faggot. You are our slave and you will do what we say. Lick boy, let me feel your lips and tongue against me. The middle guy had very large feet the instep covered in black hair and almost between the toes.

‘You are a good boy so look up at us.’

The three men had removed their towels and all were sitting with erect cocks. All at least 9” and thick, their cocks sprouting from very hairy pubes, their heavy balls resting on the bench. Their hands were gently stroking their own cocks

‘You see you do your work well. You make us hard and horny, faggot. Now clean my friend’s feet’

As Ken started to lick the third feet having seen three massive cocks in front of him and all guys with a mat of chest hair his own cock started to respond to the pleasure and he could feel his erection quickly reaching its full length. The third guy kicked Ken away from his feet and he was now sitting staring up at all three boners.

‘So now faggot you have your next job. You have three cocks to suck and three cocks to give you all their arab juices.’

The middle man pulled Ken up to ensure his head was level with his cock.

‘Look at this big arab cock, you are to suck me dry that is an order. Open your mouth boy and take me all the way down your throat, get some of that white spit over my nice shiny head, that’s it, now open wide and don’t choke you are a slave and you take all we give.’

Ken opened his mouth as wide as he could terrified that the shaft was so big he would gag but he knew he would probably be beaten and he had to carefully breathe but suddenly the man guided his head into the shaft and Ken could feel the cock sliding further and further down his throat the length seemed to go on forever. But the man’s hands were now clenched around his head and shoving his cock the full way in.

‘You white boys love arab cock. I want to feel your mouth smothered by my hairy pubes so force yourself in and feel the heat of my body. Out the side of his eyes he could see the guys on each side were stroking their own sizable cocks as they watched their friend being gobbled. That’s it boy take it all and let me feel your spit sliding up and down me. Suck quicker faggot and get it fully up and down into my pubes. Fuck man you are good. My friends are getting ready for you next and seeing them masturbate and have you sucking me is making me ready to shoot everything in my balls . You must swallow it all got it.’

Taking his hands the arab made sure Ken’s head was fully into his pubes as he exploded his cum, his body jerking with pleasure.

‘Fuck man that is good.’

Suddenly Ken felt another hand grab his hair and pull him off the first arab.

‘Suck mine now boy, I’ve wanked myself to be ready to cum and having seen the way you swallow cum you will take mine.’

Ken was dragged over to one of the other men who quickly opened Ken’s mouth and shoved his cock in all the way down,

‘Suck fast, let me feel your lips tight against my shaft. Make sure you swallow my cum and mix it is with my Friend.. Fuck I’m coming as I wanked so much.’

Ken almost choked with the amount of spunk going down his throat sucking as quickly as he could to take it all in. The guy pushed Ken back and said.

‘Now finish my other friend. As Ken moved across to take the other cock in his mouth the guy said.

‘Fuck it is too late, I’ve waited too long and have had to wank myself while watching you suck off the others so put your face in front of my dick.’

As Ken moved his face towards the cock the guy erupted his spunk in great blobs all over his face, into his eyes, over his nose and at his mouth, big globules of spunk running down his face and onto his chest.

‘You know how to deal with 3 horny arabs my friend.’

‘Now take your towel and wipe it off your face. We are not finished with you. Be back in the sauna at the same time tomorrow.’

And with that Ken was pushed aside as they put their towels around them and went to go out. One of the guys caught Ken’s head and said.

‘Remember you are ours.’

And with that he spat a great blob of spit onto Ken’s face.

‘Take that you faggot.’

Left alone in the sauna, Ken’s cock was straining with pleasure. He may have acted like a white faggot, as their slave but he had loved it and his cock needed release, he leant back on the sauna bench and let his hand rub his shaft faster and faster remembering the pleasure of sucking off three arab men Seeing the three hairy muscular arab men was too much and he shot his load up and over his chest. His face and chest were covered in spunk so he quickly toweled it off and took it into the shower to wash it off before going up to his bedroom exhausted but happy.

The next day he had another round of meetings but he was thinking how he was going to serve his three masters in the sauna this time. Part of him wanted to stay away, after all what would they do but he was almost hypnotized by their strength. He wanted to serve them but in fact what he really wanted was to look like them to be a hairy masculine arab man. He opened the sauna door at the agreed time and all there were in the same position waiting with no towels across their cocks

‘We knew you would come faggot. You love arab men, you would really like to be an arab man.’

‘Yes’

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Yes Master you say Ok?’

‘Yes master I would love to look like you but I am only a white faggot to serve you.’

‘And tonight you will serve us again. Keep standing and remove that towel of yours. The middle one was already wanking and his cock was stiff as a poker.

I wanted to prepare myself for you. He slid down to sit on the lower bench his legs wide apart so Ken could see the thick thighs with a massive cock and hairy pubes. He could smell the sweat from the guy who was now sitting directly in front of him. The guy took hold of his cock and let a large blob of spit fall onto the cock head keeping his hand of his cock which was vertical he barked at Ken

‘Now turn round. I want you to sit on my cock and open up that hole of yours.’ The guy took a firm hold of Ken’s waist and starting lowering him onto his cock. ‘Take it easy to begin with as this is big, you faggot, but I know it will slide up your arse once my head gets past your opening. Ken winced as the cock entered but sitting above the man he wanted to feel the whole shaft sliding up so that when it was up to the hilt he was sitting in amongst a forest of curly black pubes. The guy pulled Ken’s body back against him.

‘Now feel my hairy chest rubbing against your back. This is what we arabs are like. Feel my beard in your neck as I fuck you. So I want you to slowly take yourself up until you reach my head and the. Lower yourself.’

One of his mates came and stood in front of Ken his erect cock in front of Ken’s mouth.

‘You can have his pubes against your arse and my pubes against your face so open wide and take my prick. Suck while you are fucked.’

Ken opened his mouth as the guy moved forwards to grab Ken’s chin and force his mouth open.

‘Take my cock you bitch. As you suck up and down my shaft rise and fall on my friend’s cock I want you to have our cum meet in your body. As you swallow my spunk so you will feel spunk rising all the way up your arse.

Feeling the pubes of the two guys and knowing he was serving them and that he could feel both moaning meant he was doing a good job and he raised and lowed his body faster and faster while sucking in and out more quickly. He knew they were both about to cum, the third guy was looking on stroking his dick and salivating at the scene.

‘I am next to fuck boy. Get on you guys as its my turn.’

‘Shit we are coming so take our cum you little bitch man.’

First Ken felt the rush up his arse and seconds later he could feel the spunk erupting into his mouth and running down his chin.

As both men took out their cocks the third guy got hold of Ken and said

‘Turn round and sit down you scum. Raise your legs in the air so I can see that hole of yours.’

It’s covered in cum so I can fuck you nice and easy.’

He grabbed Ken’s legs and raised them up pushing Kens body back bringing his cock level with the hole.

‘This may not take long boy as I’m so fucking aroused by watching the other two but I’m unloading into you.’

And with that he rammed his thick cock into Ken’s hole and pushed the whole way up. Still keeping his hands on Kens legs he pumped Ken’s arse quicker and quicker. Ken could feel the cock sliding in and out of the other guys cum.

‘Take your arab master’s cum, bitch.’

And with that he shot his load up into Kens arse.

The three men wiped their cocks as Ken slumped on the bench.

‘Bet you wish you were arab, bitch eh?’

‘Yes I want that.’

‘Well tidy up and get upstairs. You have made three masculine men very happy.’

And with that they walked out.

Drained from all the sex with the hunky Arabs, Ken got upstairs to shower himself clean and relax in his hotel room. Hardly had he come out the shower with the towel around him when there was a knock on the door. Not sure who was there he shouted out

‘Who’s that?’

‘You left something down in the gym’ came the reply.

Ken was sure he had taken everything up with him but opened the door thinking it might be the bellboy.

Standing in the doorway was one of the men from the sauna. He seemed to take up the whole doorway and was grinning at Ken. He was dressed in a white thobe with sandals and a thick gold watch. He had showered and dressed in traditional gear and look so handsome with his thick beard and gelled black hair.

‘Can I come in? I brought you some Turkish coffee which I know you will like.’

He had a glass cup of coffee on one hand and a small bag on the other.

‘You smell good’ he said. ‘A good strong shower gets rid of all the cum and you certainly had your fair share from all ends. My friends and I like an obedient white boy to do what we want. White boy for arab cock eh? You are one of the best we have had. But I think it’s not just arab cock you like. I’ve seen you in the gym looking at us all and its clear you wish you looked like us. Am I right?’

‘Well em’ Ken mumbled

‘Admit it boy. You’d like to be a hairy muscle arab. Hair on the body and a good beard now really turn you on. You don’t even need to answer that as I can see that cock of yours rising under your towel.’

‘You are right I’ve never thought about arab men before until I went to your gym. The place was heaving with sweat, scent and musk and all the guys are so fit but apart from the muscles it is the hair and brown bodies that I have come to really love. I look at myself now all white and hairless and think it not what I want but its too late.’

‘It’s never too late, my brother. Why not take my coffee. With this coffee you down in one gulp.’

Ken took the glass from the large hairy hand and did as he was told. The coffee was only luke warm but as it started to slide down his throat it was almost a burning sensation and he felt the heat permeate his entire body to his fingertips and feet. The blood rushed to his head and he started to feel dizzy putting his hand over his eyes.

‘Good grief’, Ken said ‘this coffee is so strong I can feel the liquid surging through my body. My skin is so tight but I can feel it expanding, every part of my body expanding.’ As he looked own he shouted

‘My skin is changing colour, its becoming much darker just like yours. As he looked at the colour so he saw tufts of black hair growing out. Like swans down to begin with and then it got thicker and thicker. His arms bulked out to reveal big muscles covered in hair. He now had more than a 6 pack with huge pecs and such erect dark brown big nipples. His thighs now looked huge and were covered in black curly hair even over his feet up to and around his pubes which now looked like a forest. Growing down from his pubes was a thick dark brown cut cock, so thick with a glistening pinkish head. The hair continued to grow up all over his chest and across his shoulders. What was happening. His hands now looked like plates they were so big and he put his hands up to his forehead and realised something was odd with his hairline. Moving his hands over his head he realised that he had no hair, he had a totally shaved head. But he now had a long thick beard that came down to the base of his neck as he had seen on many muslims.

‘That coffee has done you some good my friend. I decided that you wanted to be an arab and that can become a brother. Before you look in the mirror to admire yourself I brought you some new clothes that will now fit you and make look the full arab, so try these on.’

He opened the bag and took out the Arabic thobe and underwear and sandals.

‘Put these on my friend.’

Ken pulled up the undergarment and then the thobe which was so tight on his muscular arms that he to pull down tight over as the thobe was moulded to his arms. It was the perfect length.

‘Now you can look at the mirror.’

Ken stood staring in disbelief he was now as much an arab as the guy who was with him but even more so with the shaved hear and long beard. It only took a few seconds for him to look at himself before he could feel his new thick cock start to rise inside his thobe.

‘So my brother when you go to sleep tonight you will wake up tomorrow as Khalid no longer Ken and you will have forgotten your past and embrace being an arab. You will live with me and serve me, living as an arab, loving other arab men.

‘You like what you see in the mirror? I can see that your cock is now fully erect in your thobe. Like a tent pole but of course I have given you a meaty thick and long cock. You must have a lot of cum in these big balls of yours and need to get it out. As your Master you must know that I fuck you but seeing your cock straining in the thobe has made me feel very horny and I wish that time you fuck me. I want to feel that cock of yours entering my hairy big arse. But you will fuck me still wearing your thobe and I will also wear mine. We go in to the bathroom and you fuck me in front of the mirror. I want you to see and feel what it is like arab fucking arab in thobes. Then you know what it is like to be a real arab man who loves other hairy arab men. Come.’

He went into the bathroom and lifted his thobe up to his waist and dropped his underwear looking into the mirror.

‘This way I can cum watching you. Now let me see that big cock of yours.’

Khalid now did as he was told by his Master and lifted his thobe over his erect prick and with some difficulty pulled his underwear over the throbbing cock to let it spring up to attention.

His 10” tool was pulsating seeing his Master’s hairy arse and big wide cheeks covered in curly hair going all the way into his crack and to the opening.

‘Now my servant take your hands and push open my cheeks as you direct your cock to my hole. My hole is already moist waiting to take your dick. We arabs only have cut cocks and that way you see the helmet fully ready to take you. So start to push Slave let me take you, put your hands around my hairy waist and start to enter. Feel what it is like to fuck a proper man, your Master. Look at yourself in the mirror and see how you now are and be thankful to your Master for changing you. You white boys are fine occasionally but we like real masculine men. You are one now. Push your way in and go right up to the hilt. I want to feel every inch of you and feel your cock pushing hard inside me.. Come towards me and let me feel your long beard against my neck.’

‘Now look at you, an arab in a thobe fucking your arab master. You will not forget this evening. If you fuck well I will let it happen again but I always want you to see your reflection and know how lucky you are.

Khalid could feel the moisture inside the arse as he pressed his hairy arms around the waist of his Master. He was now fully in and was looking at himself in the mirror. This is what Ken wanted. He wanted to be Khalid. He wanted to be muscular, masculine and hairy.

‘Now start pushing in and out’ he was ordered.

He slowly brought his cock back almost to the opening and then rammed it in. he knew how to really fuck men. Seeing himself hairy in a thobe made him ram his tool in faster and faster, his breathing increasing as he stared at himself. His master said

‘You fuck well my brother, now let me get my hand around my own cock so I can cum with you. I want you to empty everything in your balls into my arse. So fuck hard.’

Khalid now forced himself in and out faster and faster while his Master let his hand rub quicker and quicker down his own thick shaft.

‘I might have to let you fuck me more often Slave, you are good.’

‘I’m almost ready to cum Master’

‘I too but look at your face as you cum. See an arab bursting his balls inside me in your thobe.’

Khalid knew he could hold off no longer and with a shout he exploded stream after stream into his Master arse as his Master shot his load all over the mirror. ‘See what good creamy arab cum looks like my friend.’

The two men cleaned themselves and let their thobes drop back down .

‘I come for you tomorrow morning Khalid. Be ready to come with me. This is a new beginning for you a new life, an arab life, that I know you want.’

‘Good night Master thank you for making me like you.’

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Faisal and I texted pretty often. After meeting on the apps for a particularly hot hookup last year I had kept in touch with that stud. He was athletic, handsome as hell, hairy. Everything I was into.

So even though he was half the world away in the UAE, I stayed in touch with him. Checking in with him here and there. He kept inviting me to Abu Dhabi. I wasn’t sure what there was to do there, but I was damned sure I’d want to hang out with Faisal

Faisal was always into working out, and I knew he wanted to get bigger. A few months ago Faisal told me he was going to start doing powerlifting and bulk up. That sounded hot to me. Imagining that stud bigger and stronger? Hell yes. So of course I was supportive. Then a little after he went into powerlifting told me that he was a lot bigger “You’ll hardly recognize me” Faisal said. “Yeah? how big?” I wrote back.

“You won’t believe it if I told you. Come visit and I’ll show you.” he texted

Faisal didn’t really post pictures much, and if he did they were rarely selfies, but that was ok, I knew what that stud looked like, so I didn’t really need to see. But his invitation was certainly intriguing. So after months of talking about it, I finally booked the flight to Abu Dhabi. Faisal promised we could do the fjords in Oman, go to the beach, we could go sand dune trekking and lift tons of weight and eat big. Sounded good to me!

Before I left he told me where to meet him. At a huge gym in the center of town. “That's where I’ll be when you get in. Come meet me here. I wanna show off how much I’m lifting now” Fuck, that was kind of hot. OK, I was into it. Even though I was exhausted I went to this huge gym in the center of Abu Dhabi. It wasn’t far from the airport, and I didn’t have a lot of luggage. The guys at the front desk seemed to know I was going to show up. They said “You here for Faisal?” they asked. I said yes and they just gestured to continue into the gym.

And I looked around, and around and didn’t see him. Then, emerging from the benching area came this behemoth of a man. A Huge, hairy, hulking, shirtless Arab powerlifter with a thick round belly. As this overgrown giant sauntered towards, getting closer and closer, I realized this dude was probably the biggest man I’d ever seen. He was looking right at me and smiling, his huge lumbering steps coming directly for me. My brain was tripping out. This man kinda looked like Faisal, except... he was three times the size Faisal had been and had a round chubby face.

He came right up to me smiling.

“What the fuck...” was all I could think. And then this enormous man spoke... and Faisal’s voice came out. I looked in the mans eyes and despite his chubbier face, there was no denying it was him.

“Hey handsome, welcome to Abu Dhabi. I hope you had a good flight” “Faisal!!” I yelled in complete shock. How was this possible? How was this gigantic overfed weightlifter my thin, athletic Faisal. “Faisal! I yelled again practically out of breath from shock. “How is this possible?!” I said gesturing to his humongous body. What.. did... How...” I stuttered. ”...What happened to you?!” “Yeah, I told you I got really big. I knew you wouldn’t recognize me.” He was still smiling, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re... so... big.... Fuck....” I said again The beast in front of me sort of blushed. “Come here” he said, gesturing to me. “Come spot me” He turned around to give me a view of a massive wall of bulging hair-covered muscle that his back had grown into. I followed this oversized brute back to the bench where he had a crowd of admirers waiting for him to push up a hugely loaded bar. It looked like it had five 45 pound plates, and two 25 pound plates which I realized were 20 KG weights and 12 kg weights, meaning he was benching something like 224 kgs. I wasn’t exactly sure what that translated to in pounds, but I knew it was a lot. Sounded like a lot.

Faisal then benched it with ease, repping out at least 4 or 5 times before stopping. The crowd of men around him cheered him on, shouting encouragement in Arabic. My jaw was on the floor. What had happened to him? How could this even be real? Faisal told me he was basically done for the day and had been waiting for me, so after thanking his admiring crowd he talked to me again, unloading the bar. “We can head home now. I just wanted you to see me here, this is like my second home now.”

“Faisal, how is this possible!? I just saw you last year and you were smaller than me!”

“Oh I know. Don’t worry handsome” he said with a grin “I’ll explain it on the way back to my place.”

We left shortly after and Faisal squeezed his hulking hairy bulk into his BMW. He barely fit. His furry shoulders pressed nearly into mine. It was so surreal. I just kept looking at this huge man next to me.

“Told you I got big”” he said, noticing the shock still written all over my face. “I didn’t even recognize you” I said. “I still... kind of don’t” I said.

He smiled. “Eh, you’ll get used to my size. I did. “ He said.

“So how did...how...did you..” I asked, stuttering again.

“It all happened about 4 months ago. This supplement company gave me a supplement. I know you won’t believe me, but they told me to try it, and I did.”

“Thats... it?”

“Well, and I started lifting heavy. Yes. I took the supplement and the first time I grew to about 130 kilos. Then, about a month later I took the second dose. That pushed me up to 180 kilos. Thats about how much I weigh now, more or less.” Faisal said matter-of-factly.

I couldn’t believe it, still, even with the evidence in front of me. Surely this had to be some crazy new kind of steroid. Even normal steroids couldn’t transform a man like this in just a few months.

Faisal’s place in the suburbs of Abu Dhabi was spacious and private. To be honest I was slightly worried that at this size I wouldn’t be into him anymore, but as soon as we got back to his place he turned to me, moving in close, wrapping his massive arms around me, and pulled me in for a kiss... “I missed you stud” He said. “I hope you still like me...” My dick was rock hard. I felt his thick round belly and huge hairy pecs pressing up against me, much firmer than I expected. He was so big, his body just surrounded me completely. He could crush me at this size, but despite my apprehensions, I was totally into it. My arms couldn’t even wrap all the way around him. He was a lot hairier than he had been a year ago, and the powerful curved of his hyper-sized beefy body just went on forever. I could have spent all day just exploring and worshipping this hairy beast of a man. I had found a new level of attraction that I didn’t know existed, and didn’t expect. This was where I wanted to be, in the arms of this massive stud. This bulked up giant. It felt amazing to have all this beef pressing up against me.

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I extended my trip several more days. It was heaven, and yes I plan to go back next month. We text every day now. He loves it back home, but I’m thinking about what it might mean if he stays with me here in the States. Fitting him into a plane seat would be pretty challenging.. but we could figure out. This month he said he got another shipment of the supplement that he says transformed into the giant he is now. He said he doesn’t want to get any bigger... but if I do, its right there waiting for me. We’ll see. I wouldn’t mind getting bigger... and I can tell Faisal wants me bigger. Fuck, if that stud wants me bigger, maybe I should do it.

Anyway, I’m counting down the days until I fly out to see him again. If I come back a lot bigger, you’ll know why!

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OUT OF CONTROL: BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

Hello all. This is my fist story submission to Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it.

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“Goodbye, babe. See you when I get back!” Axel waved to me as he closed the door behind him, handsome face lost behind the door to the apartment, a last sparkle of his big brown eyes.

“See you in a bit,” I said, listening as his heavy footsteps retreated down the hall. Eventually out of range.

I stayed seated on the couch for a moment; waiting to be sure he wouldn’t come back. After a five minute reprieve I lifted myself from the soft cushions and made my way to Ari’s door, knocking twice.

“He’s gone,” I whispered.

The door opened. Ari stood before me, shirtless, short, muscular body strained with exertion, pumped from a workout. His breathing was heavy and he wiped at sweat running down his scruffy face then ran his hand down his black haired chest and abs. My dick jumped.

“You sure he won’t be upset?” Ari asked, Arabic accent twinging the words just slightly.

I laughed. “Nope, this will be the best birthday present ever. You know he’s wanted to involve you in our bedroom tricks for a while,” I smile.

Ari grimaces, crossing thick arms over his thick chest. He shifts his weight from solid tree trunk leg to leg, his big size 14 feet flexing with the strain. “You’re sure it won’t hurt?”

I licked my lips, “you’re going to love every minute of it,” I said, leaning down to the shorter man and pressing my lips into his. He uncrossed his arms and soon big hands started touching me, gliding under my t-shirt and over my lean body. My own hands traced the mounds and valleys of his chest and abs, his luscious black hair damp with sweat. Tongues breached lips and danced, tasting red wine saliva, lolling about like two men wrestling naked. My cock demanded release from my jeans, and apparently Ari’s wanted similar. For a second we broke apart. His cock tented the bastekball shorts he wore, mine snaked along my hip. Feverishly we pulled the others pants down and stepped out of the confines. Time halted for a second as we took each other in, me slipping my shirt off, the process an eternity. Finally bare, time accelerated and we crashed into each other, rubbing, touching, kissing, and moaning as we shuffled our way to the bed.

“Ass up,” I commanded.

Ari dived on the bed, back arched, his bulbous, fat, hairy ass presented for me. I collapsed into the bed, my face to his hole, tongue flitting along the spongy flesh, pushing through and into his sweat lined ass. The scent bore through my mind as I devoured him, pleasant coos coming from the satisfied man. He pushed his ass further and further into my bearded face, wiggling himself onto my tongue.

“I need it,” he said.

I smiled as I took one last drag from his fine ass, running my chest over those thick mounds of muscle. Eventually my hips lined up with his, my seven inch cock positioned in line with his hole.

“Going in.”

All at once I pushed into him, hilted on the first ram. Ari shuddered, a quacking yelp dissolving his posture. He collapsed into the bed, rubbing his body into the sheets.

I pumped twice, but the urge was strong. Ari needed to be my cock. Now.

“I want to fuck Axel with you.”

No sooner had I said it a spark jolted through me. My toes curled, back arched, cock throbbed deep inside Ari. My mind disappeared, replaced with only sense. The sense of smell, the thick musk radiating from my pits, chest, crotch, Ari’s lighter scent overpowered by mine. The sense of taste, the warm air thick with sweat and moans, heavy on the tongue. The sense of sound, my deep, guttural moans and pounding of my heart, Ari’s cries of ecstasy raising his head upward, mouth configured into a perfect O. The sense of touch, my cock an iron club, pistoning deep, deeper, further and farther into Ari’s ever accommodating, thick, and quaking ass. The sense of sight as I watched my crotch fuse with his jiggling ass, and saw the transformation begin.

Ari’s gym-built legs, muscular and wide, began pulling up, inflating slowly amidst the ascent. His big, meaty feet melded with the expanding spherical shape his legs became. The skin wrinkled, loosening, taking on the texture and overwhelming scent of balls. My balls. A tug swung my balls into the gargantuan pumpkin sized cum containers and they blurred, mixed, and soon took on my lighter skin tone, the weight buckling my knees as I realized they were mine.

I bucked, or tried to, but found the weight excessive, too much. Not yet mine.

Ari was gasping, eyes fluttering, mouth still in that beautiful O.

I reached up between his shoulder blades and gave a gentle caress. “You doing alright?”

He nodded fast, but not much. His neck had already started to shorten, bringing his head in towards his broad shoulders.

Goddamn he was gonna be a thick one.

I watched as electric fire brought nerves and sensation upon my new cock. Veins, blue and thick, rose from his dark, sundrenched flesh, shifting skin paler as they snaked their way up his shapely back. My balls churned, an audible slosh as they worked hard to convert his body into my cockmeat. My hands stroked down his sides and to his base, I shivered at the point where the sensation went from numb to mine. He was my cock from his ribs down.

“Oh fuuu,” he mumbled, jerking at the feeling of my rough hands on his cockbod. A dribble of clear liquid ran over his bottom lip, sliding down his chin. He reached back with his arms to touch himself at the base, his own cock long assimilated into mine.

“Having fun there, cock?” I said as I shifted on the bed, bringing my body down to lay fully on his. What was left of his. I pinned his arms at his sides and felt as they merged with the ever increasing cylindrical shape. My balls continued inflating on the bed, spreading my legs apart.

“Feel…good…so good,” he trembled, shivers and aches of pleasure. I leaned down, rubbing my beard against his smoothing face. Becoming softer. We both shuddered at the prickly sensation.

“You’re gonna be my cock, man.” I said, kissing the last vestiges of his mouth as the change quickened, bringing his head down into the warm embrace of my foreskin, and completing the change.

I stayed still, enjoying the experience of my mancock below me, soft and slumbering after an exhausting change. I snuggled with it, licking at the glands past my silky foreskin. Pushing my tongue into the coin slot sized slit. Sliding a few fingers in as well.

Slowly my ministrations brought Ari back into himself, and into realization.

“Oh fuck.” His voice said.

“Welcome to cockdom, dude,” I smiled.

“I-”

“Shh,” I hushed, brining my finger to the slit, though his voice was only in my mind. “Just experience first. Then talk.”

He quieted, and I sat upright. Though a fair bit shorter than I usually made my cock, his musculature translated well to girth, making me by far the widest I’ve ever been. I put my palms down, the veins calm, but energy simmering below the surface. A thrill ran through my cock.

“Not yet,” I tsked.

I leaned and reached to my nightstand and pulled out my tape measure. A hiss and slight detraction as I laid the cool device atop my monolith. I whistled.

“Just about 21 inches,” I hooted, giving my cock a light slap. “No let’s see some length.”

It ended up being three feet on the dot. Not the shortest, definitely not the longest.

“Should we see how big you get?”

Immediately my cock expanded. My mind rocked at the speed and efficiency to which my cock lengthened and widened. Hot blood pumped into veins, hardening flesh, throbbing and reddening as the basketball sized head pushed through my foreskin, leaky and cherry colored.

I’d never gotten an erection so fast.

“Good lord, Ari,” I muttered, shocked by the fantastic sight.

Good lord indeed.

Being a grower naturally, after transforming guys to my dick I can usually rely on some pretty great growth when they get hard. I once had a guy, 6’9”, thin as a rake but with a mammoth 10 and a half inches, go from a long and narrow four foot softie into a, albeit still quite narrow, raging seven foot pole. I considered him my best cock.

Whelp, that was then. This is now.

I don’t know what caused it, but Ari tripled in length and near doubled in width. Damn good thing we fucked away from the wall, or I’d have nowhere to put the beam jutting into the middle of the room, cool air surrounding the beach ball head, pre splashing onto the floor.

Splashing?

I looked behind me and gaped. My balls were incomprehensible. I could hardly gaze over their monumental height. There was nothing to describe their size, except maybe a loveseat.

“Oh my fuck,” I said.

Breathless giggles chimed in the halls of my mind, my cock lurched, wagging up and down, side to side. It stuck off the end of the bed a good five feet, gravity trying in vain to pull it to the earth, but the fire in my balls and cock kept it ramrod straight. I had no clue what to do with it except stare, mouth open in awe.

“I’m so big,” Ari said. I couldn’t respond. Normally the guys mind is shattered by the experience of being a gigantic cock. All pleasure, all touch, all sex. Little more than vocalizations the norm. Ari forming a complete sentence? There’s no way.

“I want to stretch Ax wider than he’s ever been,” Another pulse rocked through me. I gasped, searching for air. I’ve never been so much. Never cocked someone who wanted this so much.

“Dude-”

No, my cock said.

I am cock. I am man. I am massive.

My cock grew.

It was too much. There was no experience. There couldn’t be. My cock. Ari, was in control. And I let him have it.

I’ve always wanted to be big. To be the biggest, manliest thing I could be, he says as my body jerks through rapture. Cock bigger. So bigger. It’s why I’m always working out, pushing to be a bit bigger, hairier, muskier, manlier. Is that the wall at the tip of my cock? Emptiness, bliss. I never realized there is nothing manlier than cock, CRASH! Goodness, what could that be? I’m going to be the biggest, manliest, hairiest, muskiest cock there’s been.

Sight returned to me. Slowly the other senses too, but they were lost, far away as I beheld my massive cock.

I rested atop it, legs straddling, balls that I couldn’t take stock of sloshing behind me. I moved my limbs atop my cock, the sensation acute and immense. I blacked out for a second, but came back sharper.

The head of my cock burst through Ari’s bedroom wall and out into the kitchen.

At least 25 feet long.

Oh fuck.

I could feel dampness at the tip, a huge puddle of pre formed in the ruined kitchen. My cock spasmed, shooting another arrow of divine fire up my spine and out through my extremities. Another bucketful of pre fell to the tile floor. There was no containing the moan.

So big. Satiation. My cock relaxed, still hard, but not in control any more. I wiped sweat from my brows and took deep, even breaths, slowing my heartrate. Occasionally my minivan sized sack would roil, cock throb, and another “dollop” of pre would exude, slipping into the pool developing in the kitchen. Good thing we lived on the ground floor. I’d call out to Ari with no response. Just the random thought of big and fuck and musky from him.

Great.

***

“Happy birthday to me,” Axel said. Well, shouted.

He stood in the kitchen, bare feet planted in a six inch deep pool of pre. He’d already stripped, and I watched as he knelt down, closely inspecting the head of my four foot tall dick. He stuck out his tongue and delicately licked around the slit, causing my turgid cock to try and stiffen more, awakening from slumber.

Fuck.

“Awake now, I see,” Axel called, rising from behind my cock. He sauntered to me, dragging his big hand all along my length, patting it with each buck. I whimpered.

So big. So hard. Must fuck.

“I take it this is Ari?” He asked. I nodded, my voice unusable. He smiled. “He must really like being your cock.”

Yes.

“Well Ari, I really like Noah’s cock too, especially all big and engorged like this. Can’t think of a better birthday present really. Except for one thing…”

Axel trailed of and started walking back towards the head of my cock, not touching it. Frustration as his hand hovered just above the skin poured through my aching dick, willing itself bigger, wider, just for a chance to connect with that hand.

Axel stopped at the head and bent down, rubbing his chest, arms, legs, and dick all over it. His entire hard, muscular, 6 foot 5 body messaged the spongy tip of my aching dick. Mindless vocalizations escaped my mouth as I moved by body along the portion of cock it rest on. Feet probing the giant balls snug between the wall and bed.

Axel made love to the shiny red head. He positioned his cock with the slit and casually fucked it as his mouth ran courses along the glands. My cock grunted with each thrust, spitting up more pre, slicking Axel’s cock, sending it deeper down the shaft.

There are no words for the pleasure. Just the bliss of constant affection, attention, and arousal. Bombarding the mind.

Soon though Axel removed his enhanced cock, two feet long and twice as wide as it was and winked at me. He was ready. I was ready.

Fuck.

My cock was very ready.

Axel collected some of my nonstop pre and used it to slick up his hands. It was far, but I saw one finger disappear, then a second, then his fist was stretching his ass. My cock pulsed, stretching longer, harder, yearning to dive into the magical ass. I bit my hand and hissed. I needed that ass.

Ass. Fuck ass.

Axel brought his other hand around and slipped into his hole, both fists helping loosen him. After a few excruciatingly long seconds he pulled his hands out, parted his cheeks, and began to back up.

In now.

My cock surged and jumped the few feet between Axel’s accepting ass my head, closing the distance in a blink and plunging into my man. I heard his yelp in surprise, then grunts as he began backing up onto my enormous cock.

I’ve seen it a few times, watching his body stretch tight to accommodate my size, but never a cock four feet in diameter. He went at it like a pro, backing up, stopping, adjusting, and going again. He was determined. My cock bucked wild.

Slowly he stretched, thin like a condom, his shoulders and upper chest relegated to sitting above my cockhead, his abs running down the 27 foot length of me, until finally his big legs bumped against my giant balls, and he was probed to the root.

Fuck.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.” Axel said, grinding his cock between the ground and the weight of mine.

I rubbed my hands over his thin body, my veins bulging beneath his fair skin. The hot blood burning through. My balls churned, and I felt on the brink of orgasm, when something slipped.

Change him.

And again I lost control.

It didn’t happen the same with Axel as it had with Ari. There was a progression with Ari. Axel just merged into my cock. One second stretched impossibly thin, the next no human anatomy beside my anatomy.

I’d never transformed two men at once.

“Whoa, am I-” Axel started. Then—

Cock.

Big, manly, musky, hard, throbbing, fuck cock bigger must be bigger—

I grew.

***

I awoke with no way to measure the beast I sat upon. My balls took up most of the bed in Ari’s room, my cock stretched clear across the entire apartment, busting through Ari’s wall, the kitchen wall, and the living room wall to rest the massive head on my and Axel’s bed, some probably 80 feet away. The smell was overpowering, like a brothel, but all from pre and my sweat. The bed was damp with pre, soaked through. No light shone through the windows. I had no way to tell the time, but it felt like hours had passed. My cock was warm, a hum of pleasure constant from root to tip. The gentle slosh of cum in my balls sounded like waves lapping at a beach. I patted my dick and cried out as a volley of pre erupted from my slit. I needed help.

“Hey Google, call Phil. Tell him it’s urgent.”

Cock bigger.

#hypercock #ctf #transformation

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