Metamorphosis

by brazboy   

Diego is invited to spend the weekend at his boyfriend’s house for the first time. This presents an exciting prospect for the future of their relationship—and his boyfriend thinks so too. He wants Diego to dive headfirst into their new future…

Inspired by Alex Andrew’s “The disassembly line.”

I was more excited than usual that Friday, because for the first time my new boyfriend had invited me to spend the weekend at his place. I felt butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it—it was quite a step, right? It must have been noticeable too, because people at work kept asking me if everything was all right with me during the day, to the point that I went to the bathroom just to wash my face.

“It’s okay, Diego, you can stop grinning, it’s just a weekend at your boyfriend’s place, it is not like he is asking you to move in together or anything!” I whispered to myself, blushing wildly as I saw someone leave the stall and staring sideways at me, before I started laughing when he left the bathroom.

“God, I am so embarrassing,” I mumble to myself, dry my face and go back to finish work. A few hours later I get a message from Fernando asking me when I he should pick me up—obviously that made the butterflies in my stomach fly up and down again.

“No need to, I can take the bus,” I respond, and a reply comes back almost immediately.

“I insist,” it says, and I smirk widely.

“At 6 would be perfect,” I text him, and my colleague in the next table over laughs at my obviously smiley face.

“What’s up with him today?” he asks, and the colleague who sat behind me shrugged.

“I don’t know, maybe he won the lotto?” the big sturdy hunk jokes, and I burst out laughing.

“Come on, it’s just my boyfriend,” I respond and the two dudes glance at one another.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were gay, Diego,” says the big sturdy one behind me, and I shrug.

“Yeah, me neither. I thought you were just… asexual, or something? Anyway, the dude is lucky to have you, I mean, no homo but you are quite a catch! I’m not gay or anything but if I were I’d definitely want to date you,” the colleague sitting besides me says a bit awkwardly, and I laugh out loud, which made him a bit uncomfortable. “I mean it in a strictly professional and non-homophobic way,” he adds.

“It’s okay, I’ll take the compliment,” I respond, and indeed I feel good hearing that. I’m used to being considered handsome, and even modeled when I was in high school and college, before I got a full-time job. I feel a little insufficient with a guy so nice, handsome and sculptured as Fernando, though, so hearing that obviously makes me feel more self-assured.

“I bet his boy is hot as well, though,” comments the big sturdy guy sitting behind me, and I sigh, deeply and movingly.

“Oh, you have no idea… he is in another league, sometimes looking at him feels almost unreal, magical even,” I say, and the guys stare at one another again.

“When is he picking you up?” asks the taller leaner colleague next to me.

“At six,” I respond, and the two dudes smirk.

“We’ll see about that, then,” he says, before we go back to work.

A few minutes after six, I finish a report and stand up. Immediately, my two workmates check their watches and adjust their clothes, standing up as well.

“What are you guys doing?” I ask, surprised, as I pack my bottle of water into my bag. The big bulky dude smirks.

“Well, it’s eighteen hours, our shift is over, I guess we are leaving, right, Mateus?” he says, and the leaner man nods, with a deep, wide and handsome smile.

“Indeed, I guess we are, Rafael, isn’t that what you are doing too, Diego?” he asks me, and I roll my eyes.

“It is, whatever,” I respond, but also smile as I text my boyfriend, and he says he is at the café under our building. The three of us walk out of our office and then take the elevator down. The two of them chat, while I look at the phone over and over to see if Fernando will send another text. Once we leave the elevator, Mateus and Rafael walk with me until the middle of the reception room, but then stop and let me go away to the coffee shop alone, as a big and marvelously tall and hot hunk stands up from a table and comes meet, greet and hug me.

“Almost to the second!” comments Fernando, lifting me up a little with his powerful muscles. He is taller than Rafael and more muscular than Mateus by quite a margin. I blush, aware that I am being observed by my colleagues while hugging my boyfriend barely outside of work.

“I hope you weren’t waiting for too long,” I respond, and Fernando shakes his head as pulls away from me slightly.

“Not even ten minutes,” he says, and I nod. “At least in the café here; but I’ve been waiting to meet you for hours,” Diego adds, making me laugh as we walk out of the building, during which time I catch a glimpse of my coworkers staring at me surprised, and even nodding approvingly and impressed. It’s a reaction that Fernando gets from everyone when they see him at first—awe, surprise, wonder and even a bit of incredulity. He is like a walking oversized and muscle-filled Greek statue wearing perfectly fitting casual clothes, which only accentuate his wonderful body and looks. Even straight guys are impressed by his form and gay guys can hardly close their mouths when he passes by. He is just perfect.

“Yeah, I was anxious about meeting you too,” I confess, as we leave the building and walk to his car. Fernando smiles, nodding, as we soon sit together and he starts driving to his address.

“I guess it is normal, especially because this will be a special weekend. I have been planning this for months, to the smallest detail,” he admits, and that makes me blush even more as my stomach trembles. Fernando puts his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down. “I hope you feel comfortable through it, though. You are the center of it all,” he completes, and that is enough to make me laugh nervously, red like a tomato.

Fernando’s apartment is not huge, but it has a great view and a nice living room which also serves as a dining room. We chat and eat while drinking wine, and when I eventually feel like using the toilet, I notice he has two bedrooms, one being his own suite and the other one being locked.

“You live with someone?” I ask my boyfriend, as I leave the toilet back to the living room, eventually sitting next to him in the couch, being closely hugged by his sturdy arms.

“No, it’s just an empty guest room,” explains Fernando, as he leans his head towards mine, and then brushes our lips together. I open my lips and we kiss deliciously, our tongues rubbing as we snog one another, until the heat rises so much that we start undressing. Fernando pulls out his shirt, and then starts throwing away his pants and underwear, while I do the same, except I do it while rubbing his magnificently formed chest and abs, and positioning my ass atop his lap, eating his mouth from above.

“You are the most perfect guy I’ve ever seen!” I complement him, while my cock slaps my abs, and his slaps his own muscles. I grab the two love poles together and rub them up and down with my right hand—my cock is sizeable, but at 21 centimeters its less than half the size of Fernando’s immense 47-centimeter-long manhood.

As I touch our rods, rubbing them to drool on one another, and kiss his lips, Fernando grunts, biting my ears while his hands spread my asscheeks.

“Nah, I’m nowhere near perfect,” he says, and then slides a finger inside my hole, swirling it in, making me pant as I jack our manhoods as one. “I like your body, Diego, but above all, I think you are the most handsome guy in the world. You truly have the… perfect… face… and personality…” he whispers in between panting, kissing my cheeks and lips with each word, as his fingers open up my twitching hole.

“Ugh, good,” I simply grunt, letting go of my own cock and slapping his on my abs and his own, as his drooling cock creates threads of pearly juice connecting all places it touches and its thick slit. “Fuck your handsome boyfriend, then,” I plead, lifting my buns as Fernando pulls his finger from my anus, and then spreads my asscheeks again. I move my ass so it hovers above his cock, which I squeeze up and down with my hands, and then lower my ass until his glans drool on the muscle door to my insides.

“I’ll give you the best fuck of your life!” promises Fernando, and then he lowers my hips so my deliciously tight muscle ring bumps on his drooling rod, and then, stretched as it is, starts swallowing it, as he pushes his hips up too, until his whole fat cockhead pops inside myself, making me grunt and my own nice dick slap my abs. I moan and lower myself on Fernando’s chest, as I lower my rear on his rising rod, which slides more and more inside me as I kiss his lips.

“Hmhmm, hmmm, fuck, you are so large, so good, fuck, fuck… it’s impossible!” I moan and Fernando continues thrusting his cock up and up, pushing more and more of his erection inside me, before spreading my legs around him, lifting me up, and impaling me in his almost half a meter of manly pole. I grunt and tremble around his member as he now stands up and carries me on his arms and cock, slowly moving to his bedroom.

“You have the fucking hottest face, Diego, the fucking cutest and hottest face I’ve seen!” he compliments me while breeding my ass, sweating on me, and laying my body on his bed. Kissing my lips, Fernando plows my hole until I orgasm on my muscles, and he then turns me around so I can swallow his cock and suck it until it feeds me his thick cum. He then straddles my body and kisses every inch of me, including my drooling post-orgasmic erection, and finally we fall asleep cuddling on his bed, as he covers me with his bigger body.

“You are the hottest, best face… perfect boyfriend,” he mumbles as I fall asleep under him.

I have the weirdest dream during the night. Comfy, under Fernando, I feel his cum inside me seem to heat up, making me sweat. Maybe it’s his weight on me, but I have trouble breathing, and feel hot and bothered, hallucinating as if I had a fever. Reality, dream and illusion seem mixed, as I feel Fernando stand up from the bed and stare at me, despite it being the middle of the night.

“It’s started,” he seems to say, and then he starts massaging my body, which trembles outside of my control. I feel like I can’t move my limbs anymore—it’s as if I had become quadraplegic, except I can feel everything. I can feel Fernando’s touch, his lips kissing me, the hot air from his nose against my skin, his hands as he gropes my arms, my legs, my dick, my pecs, everywhere. I grunt, confused, trying to move.

“Don’t resist, you have been enchanted,” Fernando softly explains, as he massages my legs, his voice kind but serious. My eyes roll back, and I feel confused, hallucinating, deep in the desire of his touch, powerless to move my own body. 

I gasp, as Fernando then holds my left leg hard in his powerful grip, and pulls it away from my body. My dick throbs and orgasms, showering me in involuntary cum—instead of pulling my whole body towards him, Fernando has just detached my leg from my torso, with a straight and clear cut replacing the connection between my left leg and my torso. In the middle of the area where my leg and torso disconnected, a massive shaft has appeared, which becomes longer and longer as my leg is pulled farther and farther from my body, until the shaft’s head pops out a hole in my torso, releasing an incredible amount of pleasure through the rest of my body as I become double-holed.

“Ugghhhhwaaaaaah!” I gasp incoherently, orgasming more than I thought ever possible, before Fernando puts my leg in big bag next to the bed.

“You won’t need this,” he says smiling, kissing my detached limb and sucking once in its cock before putting it down, which I feel perfectly as if the leg were still connected to me. 

Fernando doesn’t stop there, however. His hands immediately grab and pull my right leg off, producing another hole in my torso, another detached limb, another incredible orgasm showering over me, and then he kisses the big dong out of the detached part of my separated leg, making me shiver, before sliding it in the bag where I now feel both my legs and leg-cocks rubbing.

“You… whaaaat… ugh, ugh, ugh, what have you done?!” I mumble confused, lost between hallucination, bliss and fact. My boyfriend stares at my face in awe before bowing over me and licking beads of sweat which roll down my forehead.

“I love your face,” he whispers, and then gropes and pulls out my right arm, which makes my original cock orgasm again covering my already sticky body on a third record-breaking orgasm, as I pant tired and start feeling a stingy pain in my overused balls. In the case of my right arm, the detached limb has a hole in the middle, and my torso is the one with a new hard cock popping out of its comfortable former home. At any rate, Fernando smirks, slaps my new arm-placed cock, and then puts my right arm in with my legs—carefully, this time, as he pushed my arm-hole around one of my leg-cocks, to my grunting and panting surprise.

“Ah, this will make things a bit messy, but oh well,” he says, laughing, as I try as much as possible to move my body, despite it staying perfectly still. I grunt as Fernando stands up again and caresses my left arm now.

“Why are you doing this, what have I… hmmmaaaaaaaaahhhhghhhh!” I moan, as he starts pulling out my left arm, which produces another cock sticking out of my torso, which pops out of my detached arm’s hole throbbing and then I have a three way orgasm from all my attached cocks, in three different directions—two to the sides, and a smaller one from my original cock pointing at my abs, which looks more like a thicker drool than your usual spunk jet.

“Nothing, you did nothing wrong, I love your personality,” Fernando says, and then smiles at me as he pushes my arm’s hole around my leftover leg’s cock, keeping all my four limbs together inside the bag. “That’s why you will be the head,” he finishes, and I moan without understanding what he means.

“Head of… head of what?” I pant in a confused post-orgasmic state, as I feel my two arm-holes being fucked by my two leg-cocks, which I also feel between squeezed by muscle. The sensation makes me grunt, and it is quite overwhelming to my confused self.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Fernando says, and grabs the bag with my limbs and carries it outside the room with himself. Since he doesn’t bother closing the door, I can see he enters his guest room, and then, a few moments later, out of it come two tall and muscular figures, chatting with Fernando in a friendly tone.

“Can we see him?” asked one of them, stretching my arms, except they are now attached to his muscular and naked torso.

“It is only fair, Fernando, we are giving away our limbs to this project of yours,” says the other one, also naked, also handsome, also muscular, and bowing down to feel up my legs which are now attached to him! The craziest thing is, I can absolutely still feel my limbs as they are attached to them, but I can’t control them at all anymore! At least not if I don’t concentrate hard…

“He is trying to lift my arm,” observes the first man, and the three of them look at me together. Fernando shrugs.

“Sure, you can go see him; it’ll be good for him to see where his body parts are going too, I guess. To see they’ll be taken care of,” says my boyfriend, and then the three naked studs walk back into the suite, and look down on me while looming over my limbless body, as I rage trying to shake myself, yet unable to do anything.

“He doesn’t seem happy,” says the man with my legs.

“I didn’t tell him like I did with you guys. It’s harder to find the perfect boyfriend than the perfect boyfriend’s legs or arms,” explains Fernando. “I mean, nothing personal, but I couldn’t risk having him say no,” he explains, as if I weren’t in the room, and the man with my legs nods, shrugging.

“I guess, but didn’t you tell him about the advantages of the deal? That’s pretty nice if you ask me,” he says, and Fernando shrugs.

“It makes no difference since he had no choice,” Fernando responds, and then slaps the ass of the dude with my legs. “Now you two can go, I have to finish this before the anally-delivered spell wears off,” he says, and the two hunks return to the other room before leaving dressed up and getting out of the apartment. Fernando, meanwhile, turns back my way.

“Sorry for stopping in the middle,” he says, putting the empty bag which had used to carry my limbs down again next to the bed. “Let’s finish our little project,” he continues, now holding my tired cock and pulling it so hard it slides out of me, leaving a hole in the lower section of my torso. At the same time, my cock becomes a double cock, albeit with only one scrotum, and Fernando slaps it, throwing it on the bag while I orgasm from my two cocks poking out of where my arms used to be, panting and blinking tiredly.

“Enough… enough, please… I can’t take it anymore…” I pant, uncomfortable, not knowing what will happen next. Fernando smiles and kisses me, which surprised my senses. I grunt, kissing him back and sucking his tongue as he feed me spit. I get twin erections in my two leftover arm-cocks, as the two twin erection in the bag throb and slap lonely drooling pre on the plastic which was now sticking to their glans.

“I won’t stop, but don’t worry,” says Fernando, pulling away from our kiss. “Just a little more and I’ll be done, Diego,” he assures me, and then grabs my head. My eyes widen in fear.

“No… no… please… I don’t want to be a head…!” I grunt starting to tear up, and Fernando laughs.

“You won’t be a head, you’ll be a full man! The best of them all, too!” he says, and then twists my head like a screw, unscrewing my neck from my torso, making me gag as I discover my throat is weirdly penetrated by an interior fat and gigantic dong. When my head pops out of my torso, my torso has another (now three-way) orgasm, which I look at from above, as my new megasized head-cock slides out of my throat.

“Ah, oh, oh my god! I’m a head! I’m a fucking head! I’m going to die!” I pant and shout, tearing up and drooling frenetically as cum from my head-cock’s orgasm drips from my throat hole. I also tasted it in the back of my mouth. Fernando’s eyes roll as he observes my nervousness.

“Calm down, it’ll be just a second!” he says, and then slowly he lowers my neck-hole (which is the end of my throat) onto his cock, penetrating me and putting my head on his pole as if I were an object. Worse, I can see he is only doing this in order to free his hands to grab the bag with my two-sided double dick and hold it with his arms, then use his hands to grab my torso and lift it up, carrying it to the hallway and then to the guest room. I can’t even shout because my throat is traversed by his cock, which pokes out of my lips, impaling my whole head! As such, my head bobs up and down impaled in cock with each one of Fernando’s steps, while my throat muscles tremble around and milk his pink erection.

“There, there!” says Fernando, lowering my torso on a chair as if it were a mannequin. He then lowers the bag with my dick on the chair too, and finally pulls my head off of his cock. He puts me on a table-top, allowing me to see the interior of his guest room.

I gasp in shock. Inside the guest room, on the bed, I can see a tied-up body formed of perfectly beautiful and muscular arms, legs and torso, all white or tanned and delicious. The cock is immense and black, but it looks otherwise perfectly in place on that body, except that the body lacks any head. 

Sitting on another chair, opposite to my torso, there is a black cute stud who has a hole instead of his cock, reading a magazine naked. To the side, there is a huge, open box stacked with limbs inside.

“Can I go now?” asks the black stud, looking up from his reading. “I don’t really need a cock, I… kind of like it this way,” he says, lowering a hand to his central new hole, and rubbing it, as Fernando laughs.

“Are you sure? I mean, you can keep it as a dildo. As long as you use it in your other holes it won’t get absorbed by your body,” offers Fernando, and the black stud shakes his head.

“I already have a boyfriend, I don’t need parts of someone else’s guy,” he explains, and Fernando shrugs, trying not to feel offended by Hugo’s reasoning.

“Then you can go, Hugo. I just need you to remember that if you let someone fuck your fore hole, whatever happens, don’t let them stop thrusting hard and fast. If their cock rests inside you for too long, you may become attached to one another, or maybe his cock will attach to your hole and detach from him, one of those two,” he warns, stepping aside to let the black stud leave when he finished dressing up.

“Oh, okay… I sure don’t want to steal my boyfriend’s cock,” Hugo says, quite seriously, while putting some clothes on his cute body and leaving.

After saying good-bye, Fernando turns to the box of detached body parts and starts picking them up. He grabs a right leg and then brings it to my torso, sliding its cock-like-plug against my right-leg-socket-like-hole and forcing the first to welcome the second, making me pant as the leg connects to my torso.

“Hmhmmm, ahhhh! Finally! Being disassembled for hours is tiring!” complains a voice from inside the box.

“Just a little more,” promises Fernando, grabbing another leg from the box and then attaching it on its proper place on my torso, before doing the same to two hard and thick arms. Finally, Fernando pulls a handsome head out of the box.

“Oh, your new boy is cute!” says the Asian head pulled out of the box, looking at me. Fernando laughs, nodding.

“I know. You five combined will truly be the perfect boyfriend. Don’t worry, I will pay you all back as I promised,” says Fernando, before remembering something. “Oh, and Hugo didn’t want to take Diego’s cock so… you get to choose, do you want to keep your cock or get Diego’s?” Fernando asked.

The Asian guy seems to ponder for a second.

“Is he cut?” he asks, and Fernando laughs.

“No, no… are you? I didn’t notice,” answers Fernando while looking down at the head’s cock inside the box.

“Of course not. And which is bigger?” he asks.

“Yours,” Fernando immediately responds, and the Asian dude frowns.

“Mine it is, then!” the Asian hunk says chuckling, as Fernando lowers the detached neck against my original torso, exactly where the massive cock between my original shoulders is.

“Perfect, I guess I will keep Diego’s cock as a souvenir, then!” says Fernando, at once lowering the Asian dude’s head on my top torso-cock, making his eyes roll in delight as did mine. At once, my double cocks in the bag ejaculate again, although it is more a drooling than a true explosion of spunk. My head gasps, squirting saliva out of my mouth, and the Asian stud’s cocks tremble and orgasm inside the box, jumping up and down like a fish out of water.

“Hmmhmmmmm, aghhhh! This is so hot! I wish I’d be disassembled and reassembled more often!” says the jock hunk, now able to control his limbs around my torso and even my torso itself, and so lifting his arms to massage his neck as well as standing up and checking his/my ass, back, and chest. “His body isn’t bad either, Fer, you are too much of a perfectionist,” he comments a bit sternly.

“None of you is bad, Alexandre, but only my boyfriend will be perfect,” Fernando responds matter-of-factly, and the Asian lad rolls his eyes, before staring at my disembodied head.

“Hey, you take care with that guy, eh? He can be pretty crazy!” Alexandre warns me, as I tremble in anger seeing all of this, and hearing their jokes about this whole situation.

“I know! This is all crazy!” I shout, moving my head in anger so much that I fall over and roll across the table-top, until Fernando grabs me and puts me under his smelly armpits, my lips against his musky hairy pit. He shakes Alexandre’s hand and the stud leaves, re-assembled, re-dicked, and properly dressed.

“Now, let’s finish you up, Diego,” Fernando says, pulling me from under his arm, and showing me the body chained to his guest bed.

Finally, we are alone again—Fernando and my head. Fernando holds me—my head—in front of his, and stares right at my eyes.

“Now I’ll connect you to your new body… look, Diego, you have nothing to complain about. Your new body is taller, more muscular, and just overall better than your old one. Your new cock is like, twice as big, too, and you will be more muscular than a bodybuilder. You’ll also become a lot more sensitive to touch, as it is comprised of different body parts which may compete for sending the strongest signal with your original ones, increasing pleasure overall. The only thing is I have chained you up. I realize you must be upset about all of this and I don’t want you doing something stupid, all right?”

“What—?!”

“I’ll keep you tied up for a few hours only, okay? We can talk about your feeling for that time and I’ll explain everything. After that, I’ll release you, but only after you drink a potion I made which will erase your memory and make you think that your body has always been like this, a perfect mix of the best part of other hunks, sometimes of different races, and that this is normal for you,” Fernando says. 

I frown and try to shake my head.

“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve you disassembling my body and then giving my parts away? Why reassemble me using different guys’ body parts, and now erase my memory about it?!” I ask almost crying, and Fernando rubs the tears off my cheeks, as well as my hair, rather tenderly too.

“You did nothing other than being perfect. You are the perfect boyfriend for me, Diego, or almost. Now you’ll be totally perfect, period,” Fernando says, and I just can’t wrap my head around that logic. So I sigh, trying to let it be. It is useless to fight, anyway. I am just a head; and an exhausted one too.

“Okay, then give me a body again,” I say, and Fernando nods, grabbing my head and lowering it on the body set tied-down on the bed. My throat touches the gigantic torso-dong oozing up, wanting to be inside a neck, and then I gasp, as my head is pushed down and impaled/fused with this magical puzzle-cock. Suddenly, I have control of a full body again, although I also feel the after-presence of the other four lads, as well as that of my own limbs attached to their bodies doing different things in different places, if I focused on it.

“You look amazing,” says a smiling Fernando standing up, looking my whole new frame from a distance. “Truly, I love every part of you, and the whole too. You are perfect, now,” he says, and I grunt.

“Whatever, just give me that potion,” I complain, pouting.

“What? Don’t you have any questions about everything, about me?” he asksd, surprised, and I shrug, although my body is all tied and bound up.

“I do, but I’ll forget everything you say, anyway. It’s a waste of time to ask. Just give me the potion and let’s get this over with,” I say. 

Fernando seems disappointed by my logic, but accepts it anyway. He brings me a glass of water, but instead of handing it to me, he drinks it himself, and then as I gasp, surprised and confused, he kisses me again, feeding me his spit, and then I black out.

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