Grown to be used

by Hairymusclemorphs

Crushing on a dream man on the subway can take a jarring turn when the muscle beast notices your dark desire.

He was pumped, bulging with mass, and probably knew I was checking him out daily. It always was the same pattern. He was already there each night when I went home and hopped on the crowded subway. It was as if he made sure that the seat to his right, next to the wall, was always accessible.

There was no way to avoid body contact with a guy that buff and wide. Or perhaps his musk made people avoid the free seat in the middle of the crowded tram. Yet I couldn’t care less... At first, I just chose this seat out of sheer need to rest. Yet, it slowly became a habit after we bumped into each other daily after work.

He didn’t seem to mind... And... it had its benefits to take the spot. After all, he was huge. At least 6’4 in height.

To be honest, he was my wet dream of a man. He’s pumped to the rims, always sweaty from his workouts in the gym... And his arms and pecs were big enough to stretch his shirt’s fabric to its limits.—And he was packing.

I could tell there was no way to hide its mass, even through his thick jeans. The fat weapon he carried between his legs made it hard to resist peeking into his legs all the time.

I still remember how he tried to give me some room in the first days after we met. It took a while until he got comfortable or didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t blame him. If I were anything close to his size, I’d just use the other passengers as personal headrests.

It was one of those overworked nights when I reached my usual spot. I felt his pumped glutes fighting with his jeans again, grinding against my legs. His vast arms rubbed against my side. And yet I couldn’t care less...

I just wanted to take a nap, leaning against the wall. I imagined how it’d be to be pumped. Jacked like that stud. I flexed my substantial growing arms inside my dream, taking a good whiff of my own sweaty pits. My cock was throbbing, grinding against my clothes.

It felt warm... So good... It was when I was woken up by the vibrations of the train wagon. I was throbbing, yet my bag from work covered my boner quite well. My head was comfortable. Leaning against something soft... Massive...

I slowly took another long, deep breath... I realized the weight that was pinned down on my shoulders was his arm.

I slightly shifted in his grip, but he didn’t seem bothered... He just pulled me even closer. Grinding my face up against his sweaty pits. It was crowded tonight in the cart, and no one really cared. People stood right in front of us, blocking anyone’s view of me. And I couldn’t help myself when my tongue slid over his hairy, sweaty armpit. Tasting the sweat on his skin. It was intoxicating. It made me almost blow my tiny load inside my briefs when he squeezed me a little rougher in reaction.

He slowly leaned in. His deep voice hummed in my ears: “You should wait till we make it to my place. After all, you already missed your station.”

I couldn’t look up. He didn’t let me... And somehow, I didn’t want to. I just leaned against his side. Ignoring the world around me while I tried to calm down my throbbing cock.

The wagon slowly emptied up. It felt like hours on this ride. The heat of his body kept me comfortable; I could even hear his heartbeat. Each long, deep breath he took.

He was way too cute, too innocent, and he had his arm wrapped around me. How he even carried my bag once we reached his stop. And how he slowly led me out of the station down the dark alleys and streets.

He didn’t say anything. And yet, I couldn’t resist following him. That mass. That powerful frame. I could see his shaft swaying with each step, constantly fighting with his muscled quads, crying out for room. I could hear the seams of his jeans rippling with each step. See his lower abs occasionally, his prominent happy trail which ran over his belly button before it disappeared inside his jeans.

His pumped arm rested on my shoulder the whole time, keeping me close to his side. My backpack looked puny on his broad shoulder when he finally reached his small apartment.

It was small: one room, a small kitchen in the hallway, a bath, and the main room, which consisted of weights in different sizes and his bed.

There was this stench in the air. It smelled like a mix of cum and sweat. “Guess you’re my new cum dump from now on, huh?” His voice was even lower than on the train. As if he held back earlier.

When I turned around, he was already naked. Filling out the doorframe. His body was cropped right out of a porn movie. His pecs pumped to the rims. Sweat glistening on his skin. He grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down on my knees, slapping his monstrous, soft shaft up against my cheek... “Fuck, boy... Listen to your new master... You’ll follow my rules... Got me?”

The impact of his cock made me almost blackout in the middle of his flat. It was at least 6 inches soft, already closer to a fucking beercan. He pushed his foot up against my crotch, squeezing and grinding it against my stiff shaft until I let out a long, uncontrolled moan... “From now on, you only have two jobs next to your work.” He pinned me roughly against his shaft and his sweaty nuts. “Grow.... And getting fucked, got me?” I could feel his cock thicken, slowly outgrowing my face. Almost pushing me off him, if his iron grip hadn’t kept me in position.

“I’ll grow you into my personal cum dump.” Pre was running down his shaft; I could feel it dripping onto my hair. Veins crawling over his cock while he forced me to lick over his huge nuts... “You want Daddy to take care of you, right?” His foot almost crushed my bulge inside my jeans before he grabbed his cock and rammed it down my throat. My eyes were wide open when I looked up at his abs... His chest... His face is hidden behind his wall of domination. The musk close to his cock’s base made me blast my pathetic load a second time that night.

“Rules are simple, boy... On the nights you serve me... During the days, you work your usual 9 to 5 jobs to get me money, got me?” He grabbed my head more roughly. Started to face fuck me while I just let out another long moan before my cock tried blasting another load inside my jeans underneath his foot without much success.

He wasn’t done yet... He kept thrusting, fucking me. He was using me like his personal fucktoy until his balls started swelling even bigger... The musk got even more substantial in the air. Before I could hear his animalistic moan. The feeling of his warm jizz which filled me up to the rims. Before he slowly pulled out and showered me in his seed... He looked even more colossal when I knelt in front of him. Covered in his seed.

The last thing I recall that night was a burning sensation inside my muscle fibers, my cock unable to rest. And his massive frame spooning me inside his bed after he forced me to lick him clean in his way too small shower stall. . .

Barely any light gleamed through the closed shutters when I woke up the following day. Something was off. I could tell by the unusual feeling between my legs. The lust and pleasure spread from my throbbing morning wood throughout my whole body, which almost sent me over the edge without even touching myself.

I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think clearly when something… Someone shifted behind me.

I could feel his pumped arms as he pulled me back against his frame. How his rough hand slowly wrapped around my throbbing anaconda. I could’ve sworn that I never packed 9 inches of cock… And he probably knew it as well. That there was something off... “You’ll be late for your job. “His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. He squeezed my cock rougher until my load shot up over my abs and pecs… Fuck’s sake… Since when was I built that way?

I took a few more deep breaths… “Fuck…. It’s 9 a.m. already…?”

I didn’t want to leave. His vast, masculine frame engulfed me inside his arms. His warm embrace… Almost lovingly… Before he ran his hand once more over my pecs, giving them a last soft squeeze before recoiling his arm.

I slowly sat up, staring at the remains of my clothes. “No way I’ll fit in these.” I slowly forced my vast, throbbing shaft inside my old pair of briefs, almost jizzing myself at the view of my fat cock and how it tried to free itself of its prison. Fuck’s sake. I never had visible abs… Just the sight of them... What did that freak pump into me? …What was his plan… calming myself down didn’t work well as my gaze focused back down at my pornstar-sized cock, which already had soaked the fabric with more pre than I usually blew in a load.

He watched me for a while… Clearly amused at the sight. How my socks only fit halfway on my foot. How my expensive dress shirt almost tore apart… How I couldn’t get the upper buttons closed around my chest…

My master slowly got up as well… up… and Up… Until I faced his hairy chest once more. As if he wanted to display his power… His size. He was bigger. Hairier… And at the same time manlier. His throbbing cock ruined my shirt… Constantly oozing out pre.

“Guess you’re ready for your new outfit, huh?” He squeezed my right nipple through my dress shirt before tearing my shirt apart, sliding his finger over my abs. He went to his wardrobe and pulled out a dress shirt, a pair of jeans, and a belt.

He watched the whole time while I got dressed. “Now leave already…. You’re useless to me if they fire you.” He pushed me out the door, leaving me in the street. I still couldn’t cope with it all. I was bigger… taller… and…. There was this new sensation. My fucking semi was grinding against the fabric of my jeans with each step I took. He had forced me to go commando, and I knew why… As if he wanted to show me how it felt to be huge…. My cock fought with my hairy muscled legs and, simultaneously, with the tight fabric of the jeans. Each step made the sensation better. Each step caused my shaft to ooze out even more pre down my legs… bigger… thicker…

“Fuck…” Even my voice had a new touch to it… It never was that deep… That manly…

I slowly understood how that dude felt… How good it felt… But fuck’s sake… I couldn’t grasp why he didn’t fuck me right from the start. Why did he wait all those weeks until he took me home…?

After another long break in one of the side streets, trying to calm my cock back down, I finally made it to the train station. Even waiting there felt off. I caught a few people gaping at me. As if they checked me out… My size… Couldn’t blame them. After all, I had no time to see myself until the train finally arrived, and I could catch a brief glimpse of my reflection in the door’s glass. I quickly glanced away… I was huge… I was built like him all these past weeks… I could feel my cock chubbing up again. Hardening in my jeans, I squeezed onto the packed train, leaning against one of the closed doors to avoid too much interaction. A few girls and guys were gazing at me…. I even felt a fucking stud getting a boner as he got pushed up against my massive frame by the crowd in the packed wagon.

Honestly, it was the best feeling I ever witnessed... A sense of power. Of lust and pleasure.

I couldn’t calm myself all the way down. My cock remained semi the rest of that ride, constantly grinding up against the metal zipper of my jeans. My rough hand grabbed the metal handrail on the wagon’s ceiling, my eyes watching the scenery fly past us while I tried to control myself.

I even gave the poor little stud a hand by blocking him from the crowd’s pressure and pushing myself between him and the crowd. He was athletic, big enough to make me admire his gains, which worsened my boner. I even felt his small hands running over my abs during the ride… As if he checked out my gains. Couldn’t blame him after all.

It took me a few stations until I realized I missed something that morning... My own musk filled the air. Stronger than usual. It was so intense I knew the people around me would notice it sooner or later.

I even had to intervene once his hands started running further down. Trying to grab my soft shaft through my jeans… “Hey, boy,” I gulped when I looked down at him as if I were ready to give him a lecture. “Not the right time… or place for that…” Fuck’s sake. He was cute. Clearly past his 20s, his street blonde-styled hair, but he didn’t dare say a thing while looking up at me like a puppy. His nipples hard, poking against his shirt. “Want my number?” I never offered someone my number… Fuck’s sake. No one ever cared about me. But now… That guy was close jizzing himself just at my presence. He handed me his phone, and I slowly typed it in. It took me quite a while. Even my hands were bigger, rougher… “Call me Luke,” was the only thing I said before I pushed his phone back into his hands and slowly exited the train.

It did not take long until it vibrated. Call me Jake was the text he wrote just moments after. I slowly turned back around. He was still watching me through the closed doors. He made me smirk. He made me feel… way too good about myself already.

Once I reached the headquarters, I immediately entered one of the less-visited restrooms. Just staring at my reflection in the mirror made me rock hard again, running my hand through my short beard… My shirt was buttoned the wrong way. It was a mistake to open it back up. Seeing my hairy chest. My massive pecs. I had to be closer to 6’4 or even beyond by now. My hair was still a fucking mess… Luckily, running my hand through it fixed it for the moment. I was already late. But I couldn’t leave like this. My cock was throbbing. I could see the stain building up on the fabric of my jeans when I pushed myself in front of one of the small urinals. It was a struggle to pull my 9 thick inches of cock through my pants stall. Feeling it just harden full mast. It was grinding against the metal teeth of my jeans and against the cold ceramic of the urinal when the door opened. Fuck’s sake. My cock was radiating with heat. I didn’t need to piss… And out of all fuckers it was Noah. Ever since it became evident that one of us would follow up in the role of CEO, he became a fucking asshole.

I watched him enter. His eyes glanced at me briefly before he avoided further eye contact, looking down onto the ground like a submissive dog instead. He took the only free spot to my side. His pumped arm grinding against my own. Fuck’s sake. “Hey, Noah,” my deep voice boomed while I still held my throbbing boner in my hand. Feeling it growing against the ceramic only made it worse.

“Do I know you… Wait?! Huh…” His voice shook as if he couldn’t believe what he saw. He just stared at me… At my body, at the size… Before his eyes slowly traced down to my monstrous shaft pulsating in my hands. “F Fuck’s sake. No way… How…”—“What?” It made me feel way too good. Seeing him freak out… He always had that one advantage. A strong CEO was a good one, right? Way better than a 5’7 twink who ran the company. I ran my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a headlock against my pit… “Hey… Shouldn’t you be happy that your coworker started working out?” I felt his hands pushing against my side. “F Fuck off… You’re not that much bigger than me.” He tried pushing off… But apparently, I was stronger… Fuck’s sake… How did that fucker roid me up that much? When I let him go, he left me, sprinting for the door… At least as fast as you could sprint with a hard-on pushing through your pant’s stall… My balls shivered, tensing as they pulsated before I came without any control, clogging up the whole urinal with my sticky jizz… It took me several minutes to flush it down. Probably the longest toilet break I had for a while. Stuffing my cock back inside its prison was nearly impossible and took me another 10 minutes… Mainly because each time I was close to success, another dirty thought crossed my mind, forcing my cock to chub back up. I could see its outlines in my jeans. Waiting to get to work…

What I didn’t notice was how my shirt rippled underneath my pits. Around my arms… How I grew just so slightly… Or how my jeans slowly looked too small for my massive frame.

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