Brandon’s bro

Drew’s first day was beyond anything he could have fantasized about. He woke up, to start, with his incredibly handsome, beautifully hairy, and hugely muscular roommate, an eighteen year old guy like he was, six months older and six months into the program, kneeling next to his bed rubbing his chest and stomach. At first Drew thought it was his dream, hands rubbing his pecs, so much bigger already, and feeling so much hotter, and he realized their mass under the strong hands that were feeling their size, their contours. But it was no dream, and the erotic excitement of slowly waking to that feeling had him completely hard.

He looked up into the gorgeous face, thick with heavy blond stubble on the square jaw with its deep dimple and all around the full, sensual lips just as those lips parted to say, “Mornin’ stud,” and then plant themselves firmly over his mouth. His response was immediate and intense. Never had a kiss been so erotic, so fulfilling, and he was flooded with an awakening of his own masculinity to a level he’d never felt, coupled with this stud whose name he couldn’t even remember. He reached for the stud’s own massive muscles, and the two made passionate love to their bodies before Drew even got up to piss.

There was only one bathroom, which all four guys shared, and now, as of this first morning, his brother, Brandon, was another hunk to be savored, devoured, and given over to completely. They soaped each other up in the shower, and penetration took various combinations of coupling, and Drew quickly realized that the growth of his cock had been for this purpose. The bigger they were, the hotter they felt, in the hand, in the mouth, or up the butt, and Brandon’s roommate, Mike, who was a good fifty pounds heavier with muscle than Brandon, and still only nineteen with a nineteen year old’s face, had a cock that had to be fully sixteen or seventeen inches of uncut manhood, as thick as Drew’s wrist. Drew couldn’t wait to feel that kind of meat hangin from his own bush.

For breakfast, they went to the communal dining room in the main house. There were thirty-eight of them, four in each of ten casitas around the pool, which meant there were still two vacant spots. Drew was already excited to know that two guys newer to the process than he would be joining them. Already he could feel the excitement of seeing another brother join the ranks to grow huge and totally, uncontrollably, undeniably, powerfully sexual along with them. They all drank their morning protein shakes together, and then went to the gym, by the pool, for their morning workouts.

By the time he was on his back, five minutes later, pressing 400 pounds, he felt the dose hit. Much stronger than the ones he’d been getting at home from Brandon. A glance around the room at thirty-seven other naked muscle dudes boning up at the same time told him he wasn’t alone, and the casual, natural way they just went on with their workouts, but in an unabashedly erotic way convinced him he was in a paradise of male sexuality. His cock was one of the smallest, at about ten inches now. A few guys seemed more about their massive muscles, and some more about their outlandish cocks and balls, but each was pure masculine sex in his own way. Many times during the workout, he had to cum, but whenever the need was too great to ignore, there was another guy to help him with it, to straddle him, or suck him off, or just stroke it for him, and many times he found himself stroking it himself while they watched, loving being watched. It was that morning he learned he could cum just by flexing and feeling how turned on he was by what was happening to him. He saw other guys doing it. Flexing, becoming so turned on by the show and feel of their hairy muscle that they would spontaneously erupt in full ejaculation. He’d only imagined being able to do something so hot, but now, encouraged by what he saw, and how hot that dose made him feel, he tried it himself, and his own gorgeous, thick muscle was so hot, the feeling that it was growing bigger and thicker and heavier, that his ejaculation came as naturally as taking a piss, but much, much more incredible.

Brandon stayed neared him, encouraging him, and Drew saw Brandon for the stud he was becoming. He was beautiful, and Drew would have done anything for him, and seeing him so sexual with these guys thrilled him deeply. He didn’t know if it excited him more to see Brandon fuck some huge stud or get fucked himself. He also noticed for the first time that it looked like Brandon had a bit of extra skin growing around his dick just below the head where his foreskin had been cut away as a baby. Both of them were circumcised. It looked odd, and at lunch, which was another protein shake filling enough for a Thanksgiving dinner, he asked him.

“Yeah, little bro,” Brandon said, “I got chosen when they decided to take you in. It was going to be you, but they needed a guy sooner, so I took your place.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, dude. See, their clients like as many of us uncut as cut. As long as that’s what they get, an equal number of each, it’s all cool, but if the numbers get unequal, like more cut guys, which is often the case, then one of us gets chosen to be made uncut.”

“What?” Drew was shocked. “They can do that?”

“Bro, they can do whatever they want. If they wanted to make your dick twenty inches by next week, they could. Or add forty pounds just to your arms, or your pecs, or your legs. Whatever. They could make you go blond, and I don’t mean bleach, or make a blond guy go dark. They make a lot of guy’s nips bigger. So, yeah, they can do it.”

“But what do they do, did they do?”

“Just gave me a shot, bro. Right in my dick. Didn’t hurt or anything. Feels kinda weird, just getting this loose skin, but by the end of the week, I’m gonna be like one of those totally uncut guys, man. Watch my dickhead disappear,” he laughed.

“Wow. Are you okay with that?”

“I kind of freaked when they told me, but, hey, we’re their guys, you know. And it’s starting to feel kind of hot in a way. I mean, check out those dudes, man.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Drew sighed. He suddenly realized he was more in their control than he’d thought, and, even stranger to realize was that he didn’t really mind. “You’re still so hot, man. It can only make you hotter.”

They were relaxing by the pool, now. All the guys were having their after-lunch break to swim and lounge in the spas that were at each corner of the huge lagoon like pool. Relaxing, of course, took the form of more flexing, showing off for each other, casual jacking, sucking, and fucking going on all around. And Brandon rolled over on top of his brother and kissed him as he forced his huge cock between his legs.

Drew’s job was to help with grounds maintenance. After their break, they all divided up into their various groups, and Drew was under the direction of the groundskeeper, an incredible stud who was a permanent member of the staff and lived in the main house. He bore the unmistakable attributes of the others, but more fully developed. Drew fell easily under his command, and so the day wore on, cleaning up the grounds, trimming shrubbery, mowing, tending and watering.

Then there was the evening workout. And then dinner, all the guys sitting around the tables in the dining room nude, erect, a having a great time. Getting to know each other seemed to consist of little more than discussing how they were growing, developing, the size of particular muscles, the pattern of a guy’s body hair as it grew in, the size a guy’s dick and balls were becoming, or how fast, that sort of thing. Nothing much else seemed to be of interest, and Drew didn’t really care about much else. He wanted to talk about his muscles, how thick his new trail was getting, how thick and wide his pecs felt today. Their napkins were used for more than wiping their mouths. After dinner, there were going to be a few guests, and they were bringing with them a kid who would probably be the newest addition. The men who were bringing him—his uncle and his father, brothers who’d been coming around since the guys had opened the compound a year before—had requested that the newest member entertain him, give him a taste of life at the compound. That was okay with Drew.

They arrived, several guys together with a kid who, as soon as he saw him, Drew recognized. It was a kid he’d known at school. One of the smart kids, played in the marching band. He was kind of cute, in a very ordinary way. But the idea that he was here made him suddenly exciting. Was it because he wanted to do this, or did his dad or uncle want him to? The kid’s mother was dead, so his dad called the shots. Drew knew that he would have felt self-conscious, being the guy to entertain this kid, Scott, his name was. He would have, but he didn’t.

He saw his brother go up to one of the men and just casually help him undress. Brandon was completely comfortable with his huge boner just flopping around in front of the guy. So were the other guys who attended to the other men. Everyone else, the other guys, just hung out watching videos in the main lounge, or by the pool, flexing or jacking off. Drew realized, watching, that everyone was always in some stage of sexual activity, and that it had already become both normal and necessary, both common and exciting. His own level of horniness had just continued to get stronger, so no matter how often he came, he was immediately back in turn-on mode, excited by every erotic thought. And so he looked over at the eighteen year old kid with glasses and dirty blond hair, standing awkwardly by his father’s side, even as one of the guys was taking off his father’s shirt, revealing a nicely muscled torso, and he felt himself boning.

“Hey, Scott,” he said, walking up to the kid as his cock got harder thinking about bringing him in, making him change.

“Oh my God! Drew???” Scott recognized Drew’s face.

“Yeah, buddy. Didn’t you hear about me at school? I thought fuckin’ Tyler Thompson told everyone.”

“Well, I heard something, but I guess I just didn’t . . . holy crap, man. You’re huge!”

“Just getting started, really. So, this your idea, or your dad’s?” Drew reached up to unbutton Scott’s button down shirt.

“My dad wanted me to come see what it’s all about. I guess he and uncle Joe have been coming to parties here, taking some stuff, and it’s getting them all buff and stuff. When I asked him, he said I should see for myself. What are you doing?”

“Just helping you get comfortable, man. We don’t wear clothes around here.”

“I can see that,” Scott said, grabbing his shirt to stop Drew from unbuttoning it. Just then, one of the “masters” came around with a tray of shot glasses for all the guests. When they came to Scott, he hesitated, but his father told him to take it and not act like a dope.

“It won’t hurt you,” he said. “In fact, it might put some hair on your chest.” He and uncle Joe laughed.

So Scott reluctantly took the shot, drank it, wincing at the horrible taste. Drew watched his face, waiting for the look he knew would soon appear in his eyes. Scott was still holding onto his shirt, but in about a minute, he let his hand drop and just looked at Drew. His face first had a question on it. What was it he was feeling? Then the question melted away, and Scott’s eyes drifted down to Drew’s chest.

Drew reached for the shirt again, and this time, Scott didn’t resist. By the time Drew pulled the tail out of his jeans, the bulge of Scott’s erection was obvious. But Drew didn’t pull his pants off right away, or touch that bulge. Instead he flexed his 19 inch arms for Scott. Scott looked at them and, as if unable to resist, reached out to feel Drew’s swollen, hard muscle. But Drew pulled his arms away, grinning. “Not yet,” he said. “First, let’s see you chuck the rest of those clothes.”

Now Scott just undid his jeans and let them drop, kicked off his flips, pulled down his briefs, and stood there naked, almost trancelike behind his glasses.

“So, what you think, Scott? Feel hot, don’t you? Not much muscle on you now,” Drew felt Scott’s flat chest, “but there could be, and soon. You like that, man?”

“Look like you, Drew? Really? Your muscles look really good, man.”

“Oh, yeah, Scott, and a lot more, too. You want to feel ’em?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to feel them all the time, man?”

“Yeah.”

So another of the vacant beds was filled that night, and before the evening was over, Drew talked Brandon into talking to the masters. There was only one vacancy left, and he remembered his buddy Kyle. Could they keep it open for him?

They said they’d consider it, but Drew knew that Kyle would be his next best bud, next to Brandon, his eternal best bud.

And as for Brandon, as he watched his bro work the new guy into a frenzy of male flesh and muscle, he knew he’d done the right thing for his little bro.

It was at a Sunday party, a few weeks later, that Drew saw his old buddy Kyle show up with Scott’s uncle. He was so excited to see Kyle that it didn’t occur to him that he might be a shock to his old buddy. Not that he’d grown used to what was happening to him. He hadn’t. How could he, when the changes just kept happening faster than he could adjust his thinking. So he walked over, not even thinking that his hard cock, swinging in front of him, was easily twice as big as when Kyle had last seen him. He’d forgotten that Kyle hadn’t seen him since he’d sprouted so much more hair, or since his muscles had grown to the size of a real bodybuilder.

Kyle had already had his welcome shot, as had all the guests. He’d already started to get the insistent and immediate boner that all the guys at the party were getting as they wandered around, meeting each other, bug-eyed at seeing the guys who were living at the compound, going through the program, and acting as live exhibits of what this stuff could do for a guy. Already they were feeling how it affected their libidos.

“Kyle, dude! Man am I glad to see you.”

Kyle stared at his old buddy, barely recognizing him. “Drew? Holy shit, man. Look what they’re doing to you!”

“Yeah,” Drew flexed his 24 inch biceps for his bud, “isn’t it hot, man?”

“Damn, Drew. You’re huge! I never thought . . .”

“What? That it could do this to a guy? Hell, bro, I’m not even close to done. Dude, are you gonna do it, man? Did they ask you?”

“No, they didn’t ask. Scott’s uncle just said he’d bring me to one of these parties so I could see what it was like and see Scott and you, and Brandon. Where’s Brandon? He must be a freak by now.”

Drew laughed. “Pretty much, yeah. Dude, that’s him, on the diving board.” Brandon had grown in thickness to the point of no return, as they called it, the point where a guy was obviously not just a bodybuilder or roidhead, but one of their men, bigger, thicker, reeking of a blatantly sexual masculinity. He was flexing, naked, his muscles a mountainous landscape lush with thick, silky hair. His cock, a fat eighteen inches now and sporting his new foreskin, flopped and swung in front of him as he playfully showed off his magnificence.

“No way, man. That can’t be Brandon.”

“Way, dude. It’s him.”

“Fuck, man,” Kyle seemed to be still in shock, “he is a freak. Are you going to tell me he’s not done yet, either?”

“Dude, look around you. You’ve seen the guys on TV and shit, you know how outrageous they make them, us. Feel this, man. It’s so hot.”

He took Kyle’s hand and put it on his mounded, hairy pec.

Kyle had been so excited back when Drew was doing this at school, but now he seemed nervous, and Drew guessed it was because he was face to face with the possibility of doing this himself. Despite his initial hesitation, when his hand made contact with Drew’s chest, he could not stop himself from feeling the hard muscle, the hair, the manliness of his old buddy. So, before he had a chance to think too much, Drew pulled Kyle’s face toward his own and planted a hard, open-mouthed kiss on his mouth. Kyle’s eyes were wide open, wide with surprise, but he couldn’t fight his feelings, and he returned the kiss. After the party, Brandon told Drew that the masters had liked Kyle, and they were going to bring him in as the new guy. Drew said he wasn’t sure, but he thought Kyle might be having second thoughts. Brandon assured him that those would disappear once he’d had a chance to reflect on what he’d seen and felt that afternoon. And, he said, the masters had seen to it that he’d been given an extra dose before he left, just to make sure.

Drew thought that Kyle’s good night kiss had been a little more enthusiastic than his response earlier to the extreme nature of the transformations the guys were being put through. He’d grabbed Drew’s hard cock as he kissed him and said “sixteen inches, huh?” Now it made sense, if they’d slipped him an extra dose.

“And here’s the thing, man. He’ll probably be back before morning. Remember that triple birthday-initiation dose you got when you first got here, how it made you feel, what it did to you? Well, I guess they gave him about twice that. They told Joe to just bring him on back. I guess they want to use him as a sort of next-stage experiment, see how fast and how extreme they can do him. Should be exciting.”

Drew was surprised, and, he figured out pretty fast, a little jealous. At least for an hour or so, until they brought Kyle back. Brandon’s roommate had been moved so the hometown guys could be together, and Kyle was put in Brandon’s room. Drew and his roommate were making out when they heard the commotion.

“What did they fuckin’ do to me, man? What the fuck is going on? Fuck, man. I’m so hard it hurts and I can’t stop cumming! I’m so fuckin’ hot. Fuck. Fuck.”

“That sounds like Kyle,” Drew said to his roommate, and they went into the common room to see. Brandon was standing on one side of Kyle, his old roommate on the other, and Kyle was spurting out of his steel-hard cock, flexing, feeling his own muscles uncontrollably.

“Kyle, dude,” Drew said, walking over to him. “You lucky son of a bitch. Calm down, man, enjoy the ride. You just got a free ride on the super express.”

“But I didn’t ask for this, man. I wasn’t ready.”

“Oh, I think you were,” Drew said, and again, he pulled Kyle’s face to his and kissed him. The passion Kyle returned almost broke Drew’s front teeth and brought blood to his lips, but he smiled, noticing the tiny hairs sprouting on Kyle’s chest and abs as he wiped the blood off his lips.

“Yeah, Kyle,” he said, “I think you are.”

Brandon and his roommate had to hold onto Kyle’s arms for quite a while, partly to keep him on his feet, and partly to keep him from bolting, although he couldn’t have gotten far. The dose he’d taken was so intense that it continued to get stronger, and he was writhing and moaning, or yelling, with the intensity of feeling, pain and pleasure and a rush of sexuality so strong as to make a tidal wave seem like a puny description.

“I’m only eighteen,” he cried. “This is too fast, too much. Oh, God, Oh fuck. My dick hurts so bad, you guys. It’s so hard it’s fucking killing me. Fuck. I can’t stop cumming.”

But Drew stood in front of him, letting him yell, then fitting his mouth over Kyle’s and kissing him. When he did, Kyle’s moans turned to gulps of sexual pleasure, and Drew found the whole thing exciting beyond belief. As he kissed his old buddy, he could feel the whiskers getting thicker, the stubble longer, heavier, denser. When he stepped away, he could see the tiny hairs sprouting all over Kyle filling in, becoming short, silky hair, getting dark between his pecs and down the center of his abs and spreading across his abs, out and up on his pecs. And under the hair, the muscle began to thicken, lengthen, widen. What Drew was watching, Kyle was hardly even aware of yet, he was so locked into the intensity of the sexual explosion that was making the changes take place.

“Aww, fuck, man. I’m fuckin’ exploding, you guys. I feel . . . I feel . . . oh, God, man, I feel so fucking horned, so hot. What the fuck is this shit, man? It’s making me want it, man. Aww, fuck, makin’ me a fag, man. Shit. I can feel it. I can’t help it. I can feel it making me a big fuckin’ total fag. Fuck, Drew, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did tell you, bro. And you said you wanted to do it, too.”

“Yeah, but fuck, man. I wasn’t ready. Not for this. Oh, fuck,” he said as his homones shot up another level, pushing the intensity, the feelings, the changes. He grabbed hold of his pecs, looking down at his chest, feeling the muscle, thicker, now, and covered with sprouting hairs. “Aww, fuck, look at me, man.” He reached down and hefted his balls with one hand and wrapped the other around his engorged cock. “Fuck, you guys, I’m already getting bigger. Aww, fuck.” His hips bucked as he shot yet another oozing, jetting spurt of thick, hot cream. He was shooting on Drew, and the floor between them was slippery with his cum, but Drew wiped a glob off his own abs and reached up with it to Kyle’s mouth.

“Taste it, man. Taste your manhood, dude.”

Kyle opened his mouth and eagerly licked in the warm sperm.

“Yeah,” Drew said, his own overamped drive going crazy with the spectacle.

“Gonna be a huge fuckin’ muscleboy, man. The biggest yet. Huge fuckin’ muscle fag, eating cum, growing bigger, so fuckin’ hot. You love it, now, don’t you Kyle? You’re already a total fuckin’ fag, just like the rest of us, and you love it, don’t you? You want to feel my muscles, man? You want to feel my sixteen inches? Hey, why don’t you guys leave us alone for a while. I think Kyle’s under control now.”

It was true, he’d stopped yelling and had become totally engrossed in what was happening, as though, through no choice of his own, he’d accepted his fate and embraced it. He licked the cum off his lips and reached for Drew’s thick hairy muscles.

“Okay, little bro,” Brandon said, “but you take real good care of our new buddy. Get him warmed up for the rest of us, all right?”

“Yeah, bro. No prob. Right Kyle?”

Kyle didn’t even notice the others leave the room or take his eyes off Drew’s massive body and handsome face. He looked at him as though his eyes were fingers, feeling every inch of Drew’s male perfection while his hands and fingers actually did feel his like a blind man feeling a sculpture. Drew took one of his hands and placed it on his cock, and as though it were second nature, Kyle began to make manual love to Drew’s sixteen inch organ. A slight push on Kyle’s shoulder, and he was on his knees, doing his best to get the huge, oozing head into his mouth and throat, licking off the slick, then playing with Drew’s big balls while he licked and stroked the shaft that was too big to get into his mouth, hungry for it.

“You like that, Kyle? Can you imagine, real soon yours’ll be bigger than this? You think it’s hot as shit, now, don’t you? You’re not afraid anymore, are you? Nah. You want this meat, don’t you, fagboy? Fuckin’ fag jock boy gonna take it all like a man, aren’t ya, Kyle. You want it bad, don’t ya, buddy?”

“Yeah,” Kyle answered, almost panting in his excitement.

“Yeah, sure you do. We bros, man? Total muscle bros?”

“Yeah. Total muscle bros, man.”

Drew got on his knees to be face to face with Kyle and kissed him, hard, but not as hard as Kyle kissed him back, and as they kissed, Drew pushed Kyle back, making him lie on the floor already wet with Kyle’s constant orgasm. Drew put his hand over the end of Kyle’s steel-hard cock to catch a handful of cum, and first licked a bit of it and then took the handful and wetted down Kyle’s ass, already sprouting fur in the crack, soft, dark fur that was spreading out across the thickening cheeks of his round muscled butt. When he pushed in a finger, Kyle spread his legs.

“Aww, fuck man, yeah. Do it, dude. Make me a faggot. I want to feel you in me, man.”

Drew threw Kyle’s legs over his shoulder and pushed the enormous head of his cock against Kyle’s virgin, tight hole.

“Aww, yeah, man. Fuckin’ shove it in, man. Aww fuck, aww fuck yeah.”

And Drew slowly entered his buddy, the two high school boys becoming one writhing, thrusting mass of thick and growing male muscle and sweat, pushing, slow, steady, hard until he was in to his pubes and pushing as hard as he could against Kyle’s muscled ass.

“You like that, man? Are you ready now? You gonna be one of us, man?”

“Aww, fuck yeah, man. Make me one of you. Gonna be a fuckin’ freak man. Yeah.”

The last of Kyle’s fears dissolved with the thrusting, searing initiation, and when the others came back in to take their turns, they found a newly muscular stud boy, hairier than before, his cock throbbing so hard that each throb made it grow a little, stretching the skin, just as the throbbing blood in his body was forcing his muscle the thicken and grow under his tight skin. But as the weeks passed, Brandon began to feel that it wasn’t fair that his brother, now the handsomest guy in the compound, and almost the biggest and most beautifully hairy, was going to be outdone by the very buddy that he’d asked to be brought in. So he went to the masters and proposed that, if they were going to experiment on the power of their stuff to take guys a step beyond the already outrageous development level that had brought them so much notoriety, it was only fair that they do the same to his little brother. No matter how incredible the other guys were or how unbelievably Kyle was growing, none of them were his own little brother. They agreed, and one night at dinner, Brandon was given the superdose to slip into Drew’s drink. It was easy. When no one was watching, he just dumped the thimble full of power juice into Drew’s shake as they were finishing up. He watched with secret pride as Drew finished every drop of his protein shake, just like all the other guys.

“Hey, little bro. Let’s go back to the room a minute, man. There’s something I want to show you.”

“‘Okay, man, but I don’t want to miss the party tonight.”

“Oh, don’t worry, stud. You’ll be the star, my bro. No one is hotter than my little bro. Come on.”

He put his arm around Drew’s shoulders, and the two massive guys waddled back toward their casita, but halfway there, Drew began to feel the old familiar rush, and it was coming on like a freight train. He could hardly walk. His cock boned like marble, quickly aiming at the stars as his body and head were overcome with waves of erotic sensation.

“What the fuck, man?” he said, as they neared their casita. Brandon steadied Drew’s course, opening the door, leading him to the mirror.

“You know what the fuck, don’t you, little bro? I couldn’t let them make Kyle the top dude, my brother. That’s a place for the handsomest stud in the compound.”

Drew had started to ejaculate as they approached the full mirror on the wall. He put both hands on his chest to see if he could feel what he knew Brandon was talking about.

“You gave me that super shit, didn’t you, man? Aww fuck. I can already feel it. My pecs, man. So fucking heavy. My legs. Shit, man, I’m gonna hardly be able to walk.”

But Brandon could tell Drew didn’t really mind. It felt too good. It was just too fucking hot. Already his stubble was showing a day’s growth.

“Here’s what I wanted to show you, man.” Brandon put Drew in front of the mirror. He stood behind him, reached around to feel the magnificent maleness of his huge furry pecs, barely able to reach around his little brother’s massive body. “Take a look, man. The top dude. Soon the biggest and best guy in the joint, man. Maybe the world. Yeah, fuckers. Take a look. It’s Brandon’s bro.”