Meta massage therapy

by M.M.69

 A mysterious new massage parlor opened in town, and brothers Jared and Jason have VIP passes. What makes this place so special?

Added: Nov 2021 Updated: 1 Jan 2022 14,933 words 9,540 views 5.0 stars (14 votes)

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Jason sat very quietly in the passenger seat. His anxiety was currently getting the best of him as his brother drove the two of them toward their destination.

They were headed for META Massage, the mysterious new massage therapy place that opened up a few weeks prior that nonetheless had already been showered with widespread critical acclaim. A friend of their dad’s was actually part-owner of the establishment, and gifted the young brothers with two free passes for the “VIP Experience”… whatever that meant.

What gave Jason pause, however, were the rumors that permeated the reputation of this new clinic. The joint was apparently male-only which, coupled with its identity as a spa, inherently generated some buzz about its potentially homoerotic nature. Jason was very self-conscious about his short, scrawny, pale form, and the thought of his body being viewed and examined by gay men exacerbated his already rigid reservations of being seen nude. He really only agreed to participate in his “VIP” treatment as to not insult his dad’s friend, and at the insistence of his older brother, Jared.

Well, that and Jason’s curiosity being peaked by each and every review of the spa stating that the patrons’ experiences “changed their lives.” Changed them in what way, the reviews never explained.

Jason looked over at his brother. A small wave of jealousy flooded his mind. His brother didn’t have the same reluctance to display his body, and why would he? He was the star soccer player when he was in high school, and may be in even better shape now than he was then. He regularly walked through the house in nothing but his underwear, he worked out at the gym shirtless, displaying his sleek toned torso. His girlfriend was one of the hottest girls in town. Every fiber of his being oozed confidence. Meanwhile, Jason desperately needed to find his.

The GPS on Jared’s phone guided the two of them to the location of the spa. Jared pulled into a shopping plaza and drove through its parking lot before pulling into an open space in front of their destination.

“This the place?” Jason asked, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Apparently,” Jared replied, checking his phone’s GPS for validation. “It sure doesn’t look like much.”

The spa was wedged in between a dollar store and a pawn shop, though it did offer a slightly more friendly visage than the otherwise grimy plaza. On the door, a sign read “META Massage Spa and Sauna” in curvy bright blue text. Just below that, there was an additional message that brightly announced “Walk-ins welcome!” Jason thought that was strange. While he was utterly inexperienced with massage places, he was sure they were almost always exclusively appointment-only.

Trying to distract himself from his anxiety, Jason smirked and looked over at his muscular older brother. “You sure your girlfriend isn’t concerned at all about her loverboy being felt up by a bunch of buff gay men?”

Jared gave him a smile in return, one brimming with utmost confidence. “Not at all, and I’m not concerned either. I’m not the one who’s uncomfortable with his sexuality, little man.”

God, Jason hated when Jared called him that. How in the world did Jared end up being 6’4” while Jason ended up 5’6” anyway?

“Aight, they’re expecting us, we should head inside,” Jared suggested.

“Uhh, right,” Jason responded bluntly.

The pair got out of the car and walked up to the door. Jason’s heart was pounding faster than he’d ever felt before. He was really going through with this. He was going to be massaged in a gay spa.

Jared casually swung the door open, triggering the ringing of a little bell on the inside. He held the door open for his small, scrawny little brother, also offering him a shit-eating grin as Jason stepped past him inside. Jason swore his brother enjoyed tormenting him.

Jared closed the door behind him as he entered, and the two of them stood in the middle of the foyer. Jason was actually impressed by what he saw. The whole place looked really high quality. Glossy black leather couches lined the lobby, standing atop a luxurious hardwood floor. The walls were adorned with large paintings, displaying depictions of waterfalls and mountains and the like.

In front of them was a huge counter with a door behind it, and to the right of it was a small hallway that led to a number of rooms.

The door behind the counter opened.

Even for a self-professed straight guy like Jason, he had to accept that the two men who stepped out of the door were impossibly handsome. Both of them had to be 6’5” or taller, and their white t-shirts were stretched beyond belief across their chiseled bulging torsos. They were both astonishing, but Jason couldn’t take his eyes off the one on the right. This guy smiled at him genially, displaying his perfect white teeth. And his eyes… his eyes were so bright blue it was almost as if they were glowing. Jason could swear they were visibly sparkling as the man eyed up his much smaller frame, immediately causing Jason to feel self-conscious again.

“Hi, welcome to META Massage!” the guy Jason was starting to drool at said cheerfully. “My name is Andrew and this is Ben. We’re the master masseuses here. You two must be our VIPs!”

“Yes indeed,” Jared answered, his little brother being unable to speak.

“Great! So which one would like to be massaged by me?” the blue-eyed adonis asked.

“This guy,” Jared said, putting an arm around Jason’s shoulder. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we walked in.”

“W-wait, what?” Jason stammered, eyes darting between his brother and the hunky masseuse.

“Excellent!” Andrew cheered. He stepped around the counter and stood at the entrance to the hallway. “If you’ll come with me, please, hun.”

Jared gave his little brother a light shove in the direction of his masseuse, and Jason nervously began following his masseuse down the hallway. Jason looked back at his brother to see him grin and wink at him.

Jason rounded a corner and found himself in a little dimly lit room, a massage table at one end and on the other end a little stand holding a huge vase. The vase looked like a Greek amphora, and was visibly ancient. It was decorated with art of nude heroes slaying monsters and… uh… fornicating.

Andrew waited patiently next to the table as Jason stepped in.

“Now hun, if you wouldn’t mind removing your clothes?” he asked politely.

“Uh, m-my clothes?” Jason stammered again, legs shaking. “I have to be naked?”

Andrew offered him that gorgeous smile again, and just the sight of it relaxed Jason a little. “You don’t have to be. If you’d like I could leave the room for a minute and you could wrap your waist in a towel.” He nodded toward a small rack of pristine white towels in the corner.

“Uhhh, yeah, let’s do that,” Jason replied.

“Of course, hun,” the masseuse responded, never losing his smile before sliding past Jason into the hallway and shutting the door behind him.

Jason let out a big wavering sigh. The moment of truth. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bony pale torso, then followed by freeing his lower body from its confines. Now completely exposed to the cool air, he gazed down at his dick, shrunken down from both the air and his anxiety. Even erect he was only five inches. Definitely not something he wanted to flaunt around to strangers. With that he walked over to the towel rack and grabbed one, opening it up and wrapping it around his waist. Now adequately covered, he bent down and gathered his clothes before dropping them in a little pile by the door. Jason stood back up and turned to face the massage table. It actually looked really comfortable. Something about just seeing it made him really want to lay down on it.

Jason walked over barefoot to the table and climbed up on it, deciding to lie down on his belly and rest his head on his hands.

There was a light knock on the door.

“Are you ready for me?” Andrew asked softly, his voice slightly muffled by the obstruction.

“Y-yes,” Jason mustered the courage to reply.

The door quietly opened and in stepped the almost godlike beautiful masseuse. Jason couldn’t help but examine the hunk’s body again. His two long muscular arms, biceps bulging with veins. His two huge meaty pecs straining the fabric of his shirt, his large nipples visibly erect underneath. Jason’s eyes wandered down, taking in the sight of what had to be an eight-pack of abs, before coming to a stop on the adonis’s crotch. Jason’s eyes widened, he didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed it before. Andrew’s jeans were stretched as tight as his shirt, and fully displayed the shaft of an enormous dormant trouser snake shoved down his right pantleg. For some reason, Jason felt himself getting aroused, and he blushed before forcing himself to look away.

“All right, let’s get started,” Andrew announced happily. Surprisingly, he reached over and grabbed the amphora off its stand, its contents audibly sloshing within as he walked over to his client.

“What’s in there?” Jason inquired.

“Our VIP oil,” the masseuse answered with a knowing smile. “Now just relax, hun. Close your eyes and enjoy yourself.”

“O-okay.” Jason laid his head on his hands and did as he was instructed. He jumped a little as he felt some liquid poured on his back. Interestingly, the liquid wasn’t cold as he expected. It was actually pleasingly warm, and began to warm himself up as a result.

He heard Andrew place the amphora down on the floor, then did his best to stifle a little moan as he felt Andrew’s wide hands press into his pasty back. Andrew slid his hands sensually up and down, spreading the oil all around Jason’s skin. Jason’s skin tingled with pleasure from the oil, making his meager cock grow hard underneath him, wedged between his body and the soft table.

“Mmm, what’s in that stuff?” Jason asked dreamily.

“Oh, we must keep some secrets now, right, hun?” Andrew replied mischievously.

Jason chuckled. “I guess.”

Jason felt like his whole body was melting. And, like his body, his inhibitions were melting away. What was in this magic oil? It made him feel relaxed, confident, happy, and um… sexy. Like everything good about life was being pressed masterfully into his skin.

Suddenly, Jason felt two more hands on his back, making his brow furrow.

“What’s that?” he implored.

“Oh, it’s just my other two hands, hun, no need to worry,” Andrew responded.

Jason felt his mind go fuzzy. Wait. Didn’t they guy have only two hands before? He tried picturing the image of his hunky masseuse when he had reentered the room and… nope, four arms. Four gorgeous amazing arms. He really did have them the entire time.

Andrew’s top two hands slid up to Jason’s bony shoulders, and the client sighed as the adonis massaged them deeply.

“Your shoulders are so tense, hun,” Andrew noted. Jason didn’t notice as a smirk grew across the hunk’s lips. “The front pair and the back pair.”

“Mmm, yeah, I know,” Jason replied, now being pleasured by the sensations of his masseuse’s four hands kneading all of his shoulders, his own four arms resting heavily on the table. “God this massage is amazing.”

Andrew chuckled. “Thanks, hun. You know, the secret to a good massage is all in the oil.” His bottom two hands left Jason’s doubled shoulders to return to rubbing his back. “And you’re very handsome, by the way. Probably handsome enough to make any guy get erect just from seeing you, right?”

Jason just sighed again. “Thanks. And yes, it happens every time.” And it did. Ever since he was in high school, guys would always seem to grow tents in their pants just by looking at him. A couple guys even just immediately blew their loads right there in the hallway, purely from nothing but the sight of Jason’s face. It had certainly made him popular.

The masseuse’s grin grew wider, but still Jason didn’t see it.

“Speaking of handsome, your older brother,” Andrew began. “The two of you make such a cute couple.”

Jason’s brow furrowed again. A couple? Didn’t Jared have a girlfriend? What was her name again? Miranda? Meredith? His mind grew cloudy again and he felt these thoughts slip away. No. No, his brother was gay. They both were. His brother had a couple of boyfriends in high school, but since he confessed his love for Jason three years ago, they’d been happily together. “Thank you,” Jason replied. “Honestly, I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky, haha.”

“If you want my advice, hun? You’d best put a ring on him before someone else does.”

“Oh believe me, I plan to, haha!” Jason giggled. And he really did plan to. All he needed was the money.

Jason felt one of Andrew’s hands hook around the top of his towel, knuckles resting gently on his back.

“May I remove your towel, hun?” he suggested politely.

Jason’s inhibitions were completely gone by this point. “Sure, go ahead.”

Andrew’s strong hand pulled the towel away from Jason, exposing his thin flat butt. The masseuse reached down and picked the mysterious amphora back up before pouring another healthy amount of oil on his client’s lower back. Placing the amphora back down, he brought all four of his wide powerful hands to the new pool of fluid, lubing them up before lowering them to Jason’s ass.

Jason shamelessly let out a moan as Andrew began kneading his cheeks, the room filling with schlicking sounds. One of his masseuse’s hands even traveled down his hairless crack, pressing in firmly and covering his hole in oil.

“You have such a perfect bubbly butt, hun,” Andrew doted. Jason just nodded. He did. It was actually pretty girly in how round and jiggly it was. “I bet you can’t go anywhere without guys trying to grab it.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but I don’t mind,” Jason said with a chuckle. “Although usually it’s my boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off it, haha.”

“And your asshole is so big, probably the perfect size to take your brother’s massive cock, right?”

“Exactly, it’s like we’re made for each other.”

“And it glistens, too. So, it’s self-lubricating isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Jason blushed a little. That was probably the most freakish thing about him. His big needy hole was always lubed up and ready to go.

“I think it’s neat,” Andrew complimented. “That way, you and your brother can fuck whenever and wherever you want, which I’m sure you take full advantage of.”

This was also true. He and Jared never wore clothes, and freely rutted whenever they needed to, which was often. Jason always thought it was amazing how nobody ever batted an eye at the sight of two boys having sex right in the open. But whenever he tried to give it some more thought, his mind went fuzzy again.

Andrew spent some time in this position, lower hands firmly rubbing Jason’s magically-thickened thighs, while his upper two hands powerfully kneaded Jason’s massive juicy asscheeks like dough.

After another five minutes of working Jason’s back, Andrew came to a stop.

“All right, hun. Back’s done. If you wouldn’t mind flipping over?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Jason replied. This was the first time he opened his eyes since the massage began. While turning himself around on the table, he glanced at his masseuse to see him just like he remembered, four strong arms and all. However, when he looked down, he noticed Andrew now had four legs, one pair behind the other, all confined in his tight four-legged jeans. Boytaur. The word entered his mind. Andrew was a boytaur. He’s always been that way.

Jason managed to flip himself and laid down on his back, his semi-hard 5-incher flopping around as he did so. Even in his oil-induced stupor, he couldn’t help but still feel embarrassed by its inadequacy. Nevertheless, he once again closed his eyes as Andrew resumed his massage, pouring another heap of the magic oil onto his scrawny chest.

The client was soon once again moaning from the sensations of the massage, the oil tingling all over his torso.

“Mmm, your chest is so muscular,” Andrew noted. “Your whole body is, actually. And somehow I can tell you’ve never worked out a day in your life, am I right?”

“Uh, yeah actually,” Jason replied, relishing the feeling of Andrew’s four powerful hands rubbing deeply into his giant pillowy pecs and chiseled 8-pack abs. He really never worked out before. His body was always just naturally ripped. He couldn’t explain it. “Good guess.”

Andrew smiled. “I just have a knack for this sort of thing, hun.”

“I’ll say.”

The massage continued on for a few more minutes, Andrew gradually working his way lower and lower down Jason’s torso. Jason was anticipating what was coming next. His cock now stood a full attention, jutting straight up from between his legs.

Andrew was looking forward to this phase as well, and poured a final dollop of oil on Jason’s stomach before lubing all four hands in the supernatural syrup. He slowly and sensually slid his hands down Jason’s cut adonis belt before reaching his undersized dick. Andrew couldn’t help but smirk. This was his favorite part.

Using only two hands, he gently gripped Jason’s shaft with one and his balls with the other before initiating a masterful handjob.

“Ooooooh yeah,” Jason sighed.

“I love how big and fat your cock is, hun. All three of them.”

“Uhhfffff, thank you,” the now triple-dicked client moaned.

“What are they, around a foot long each?”

“The middle one is twelve inches, the left and right are both eleven.”

“Ah, that’s right. And they’re so hard. They’re hard all the time, aren’t they?”

“Yep, haha.”

Jason was now enjoying the sensation of three of Andrew’s slickened hands sliding up and down his enhanced permaboners, while Andrew’s remaining hand kneaded and played with his nuts.

It didn’t take long for Jason to approach orgasm. He could feel it building up inside him, at the base of his three wide throbbing fucksticks.

“Ffffffuck I gotta cum so bad,” Jason announced.

“Well I’m not surprised, with balls as big as yours are,” Andrew teased.

Jason groaned loudly, both his now swollen grapefruit-sized nuts being squeezed by Andrew’s strong hand.

“Please, Andrew. Please suck me off,” Jason begged.

The masseuse smiled in return. “Of course, hun. Anything for our VIP.”

Jason was moaning once again as he felt Andrew’s hot mouth wrap around his big middle cock. And then… his left cock… and then his right.

Jason felt confused again and peaked open his eyes. All three of Andrew’s gorgeous handsome faces stared up at him lovingly as he sucked and slurped on Jason’s three meatcannons. The sight was so hot to Jason he couldn’t last more than a few seconds.

“Oh god!” Jason yelled as his cocks erupted. None of Andrew’s heads had so much as a gag as they each swallowed every drop of Jason’s potent seed. Jason could do nothing more than stare up at the ceiling as wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through his body. It took a full minute for his orgasm to subside.

Finally reaching the end, Jason let out the longest sigh of his life and the masseuse slid his cocks out of his mouths with a tripled schlorp.

“How was that, hun?” Andrew asked sweetly.

Around some pants, Jason managed to reply, “That was amazing.” His beefy muscular chest rose and fell with each large breath he took in. His whole body tingled, both from the oil and from the afterglow. He didn’t think it was possible for someone to work a body as unique as his own, but after seeing Andrew’s four-armed three-headed boytaur form, maybe Jason wasn’t as unique as he thought. Jason’s whole body felt cleansed, felt rejuvenated. Why was he nervous before about getting this massage?

Andrew stood and picked up the ancient Greek vase with two of his arms and carried it over to its stand. Jason couldn’t help but stare at Andrew’s tight muscular hind-ass as it undulated with each step the hunk took. He didn’t need to get aroused by this sight for his cocks to get erect. They were erect literally all the time anyway.

Having placed the amphora back on its stand, Andrew turned and crossed the room back to his beefcake client. He reached his top-right hand out and lightly gripped Jason’s left permaboner, and Jason moaned softly as the masseuse began lazily drifting the hand up and down the thick shaft.

“Mmmm, so what happens now?” Jason inquired.

“Well, in a few minutes I’ll take you to the showers to wash off the oil,” Andrew said with a tinge of sadness. He quickly replaced it with his trademark smile. “Your husband will probably be there waiting for you.”

“H-husband?”

“Oh sorry, I had just assumed by the ring on your finger that you and your brother were married, am I correct?”

Jason’s thoughts swam. “Oh, uh… yeah, actually. We got married a month ago.” The memories came flooding into his mind. His hunky nude brother standing at the altar. Their dad walking Jason down the aisle, Jason’s three rockhard penises leaking copious amounts of pre onto the floor. Jared and Jason’s mom crying tears of joy from her pew. Every guy in the room having a shameless tent in their pants from looking upon Jason’s gorgeous face… even their dad.

“Congratulations!” Andrew cheered, his three beautiful faces smiling wide.

“Thank you.” Jason raised his front-left hand to examine the wedding band on his ring finger. It was truly so incredible… he almost didn’t believe it.


The boytaur masseuse escorted Jason to the shower room. Already Jason could hear voices inside, echoing across the white and blue tiled floor. Jason found himself getting very excited as he recognized one of the voices as his brother and newly-wed husband.

Rounding a final corner to enter the showers, Jason stopped dead in his tracks when he looked upon his lover, all three of his cocks spurting pre at the sight. Jason almost came right there. It was as if he was looking upon his brother for the first time, which Jason found strange because his brother was exactly the same as he’d always been.

Jared stood in the middle of the showers, seven feet of rippling glistening muscle. His two heads giving his brother his irresistably charming smiles. His massive upper pecs and their four bulging veiny arms. His slightly smaller lower pecs and their two bulging veiny arms. His expansive incredible 10-pack you could fry eggs on. And there, hanging lowly between his enormous muscular thighs, was his giant 18-inch soda-can-wide meatcannon. His own fat tennis-ball-sized head was actively leaking pre onto the floor while his cantaloupe-sized nuts hung down to his knees in his taut hairless sack. Even erect, his big beefstick was so heavy that it too drooped downward, however it swung upward with each throb once Jared gazed upon his brother’s face.

Perfect. Jason’s husband was simply perfect.

Jason didn’t even notice Ben standing there next to Jason, the head on his front torso smiling at him while the head on his rear torso smiled at Andrew. Nor did Jason notice Ben’s three strong legs, a fat footlong permaboner in each crotch.

In an instant Jason charged at his beautiful lover, who opened his six arms to welcome Jason in his embrace. Jason hugged his brother deeply, his head resting between Jared’s two necks. Jason was only slightly shorter than his brother now.

That’s how they always were.

“Did you enjoy your massage, babe?” Jared’s left head whispered in Jason’s ear, his bottom pair of hands quickly returning to their natural state, gripping and groping his little brother’s massive jiggly ass.

“I loved it,” Jason responded softly. “It was absolutely incredible.” He turned his head and began kissing the side of Jared’s right neck. The pair moaned as they began feeling each other up, Jason drifting two hands lazily across Jared’s expansive oiled back while Jared reached an upper hand down to grip his brother’s middle cock.

“Ffffuck babe, I need you,” Jason whimpered. “I need you so bad.”

“I need you too,” Jared answered.

The imminent sex between the two of them was palpable, so Andrew cleared one of his throats.

“Well,” Andrew began with his left head. “You two can stay in here as long as you’d like,” said his middle head. “We hope you’ve enjoyed your VIP experience!” his right head finished.

With that, the two Metaboys exited the showers to give their clients some privacy.

Jared and Jason had forgotten they were even there. Jason locked lips with his brother’s left head and the two moaned into each other’s mouths as they made out passionately. The younger brother wrapped his arms around his husband’s necks, and Jared immediately understood his goal. Using his immense strength, Jared effortlessly lifted his brother up and positioned his juicy girly ass above his massive cock. Jared replaced his lower-right hand with his rear-upper-right hand on Jason’s ass, moving the free hand down to grip his johnson. Lifting the enormous tool, he managed to press the tip against his lover’s self-lubed hungry sphincter.

Jason broke his kiss with a gasp as his brother lowered him and he felt the massive intruder slide into his ass. The two groaned loudly as inch after inch of Jared’s impossible length entered the smaller lover. After a few moments, Jared’s entire schlong was buried deep inside his husband.

Jason resumed making out, this time with Jared’s right head, and Jared’s left bent over to kiss the side of his brother’s neck as he began lifting him back up his cock. Once the head was just about to exit, he dropped Jason back down his length, making the two of them grunt.

“Your ass is so amazing, babe,” Jared’s left head managed to say around his assault of kisses on Jason’s neck.

Babe. That’s who Jason was to his brother. Was there ever a time when that wasn’t who he was? Jason tried thinking about it, but the thoughts slipped away again, this time from the force of his brother’s fat cockhead thrusting against his prostate. Jason didn’t care if there ever was a time when this wasn’t true, if there ever was a reality different from this one. He loved his body, and he loved Jared.

Another thrust into his prostate sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body.

He loved Jared so much.

Another thrust. Jared was speeding up his efforts.

Jason wanted to make him cum so bad.

Two more quick thrusts. Jared was moaning incessantly, releasing his left head from his brother’s neck as he was reaching his breaking point.

“Babe, I’m about to cum,” he cried. He was slamming Jason onto his cock, which Jason’s ass accepted easily. “Mmmmmmmfffffffuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

Jared gave one final massive thrust deep into his husband before crying out as his giant balls released their load. Quarts of his steaming hot seed fired into his little brother, who in turn started firing cum from his three always-hard footlongs. Jared painted his lover’s insides while his juicy pillowy oiled pecs were being covered in rope after rope of Jason’s loving spooge.

It took several minutes before the orgasms died down. The two of them had broken their kiss, and panted heavily as they stared lustfully into each other’s eyes.

“I love you so much, Jared,” Jason doted.

“I love you too, bro, more than you could ever know,” the older brother reciprocated.

With Jared’s huge cock still buried ballsdeep in his husband’s ass, the pair embraced once more. No kissing, just a long, incredible tight hug that fully displayed the boundless love between the two of them.

“Well,” Jared’s right head began. “I’m definitely giving this place five stars.”

Jason chuckled, sliding his four hands up and down his lover’s chiseled back.

This place was definitely worth the hype.

“We’ll have to remember to thank the Mikes for the VIP passes,” Jared’s left head added.

Jason’s brow furrowed. Mike was their dad’s friend who owned this place. Shouldn’t his name be singular? No… no there were four Mikes. There’s always been four of him.


Andrew and Ben entered the employee lounge through the door behind the front counter. Ben quickly made his way to the mini-fridge to grab a beer. Andrew crossed the room to the huge cushiony leather couch and sat both his asses down with a tripled sigh.

“Nice work, by the way,” Andrew said to Ben with his middle head.

Ben shut the door to the mini-fridge and cracked open his beer with his front hands. “Thanks, you too,” Ben replied with his rear-head. He continued while his front head guzzled the beer, “I like how we both had the same idea, to put the two of them together, haha.”

“I mean it was so obvious,” Andrew chuckled with his right head. “I swear they already had unresolved sexual tension anyway, so really we just gave them a little nudge.”

“The marriage part was a little excessive though,” Ben’s rear head smirked.

“Ehh, I thought it was hot,” Andrew decided, offering Ben three mischievous grins in return.

Ben finished downing the beer and tossed it in recycling bin next to the fridge. He started idly stroking his left permaboner, not caring that his coworker was looking.

“Well, I think we need to cool it with the ‘VIP Experiences’, we’re almost out of Nectar,” Ben’s front head noted.

“One of the Mikes is headed to Greece next week to pick up some more, remember?” Andrew’s middle head reminded him.

“Oh yeah,” Ben’s rear-head said. “Right,” said his front.

Andrew’s phone buzzed in his four-legged jeans. He reached one of his right hands down to pull it out of his pocket. He swiped a big thumb across the screen and read the message he received.

“Huh,” Andrew’s left head stated bluntly.

“What is it?”

“The Mikes already gave out another ‘VIP Experience’ for next week.”

“Really? To whom?”

All three of Andrew’s heads smirked.

In unison, he replied, “Jared and Jason’s dad.”

Andrew stepped out of his car after parking in front of the spa, turning off the vehicle before opening the door and planting one large muscular bare foot onto the pavement. Hoisting himself out of his ironically small hatchback, he lifted one of his right hands to block the sun and gaze upon his place of employment.

In his current form he had four arms, but only one head and two legs. He found it was much more difficult to sit in a little car and drive with four legs than with two, and looking around with more than one set of eyes often made him dizzy. Truthfully, he hadn’t had more than one head since his last VIP session the previous week, when he sucked those three amazing penises he added to his patron Jason.

Andrew smiled. Jared and Jason. They came as bickering brothers and left as hunky heart-throb husbands. In the short time Andrew had been performing with the Nectar—or, ahem, “VIP Oil”—that was definitely his favorite session so far.

And now, today he was to give their father the same experience.

The hunky masseuse shut his car door and started walking toward the entrance to the spa. As he walked, he willed his body back into its default form, and smiled again as he felt his rear legs grow out behind him, his jeans magically reshaping into four-legged Levi’s. His succulent hind-ass swayed hypnotically as all four of his long wide feet transported him across the parking lot. Each of his fat 16” meats were shoved down a pantleg, the front one down his front-left, the back one down his back-right, and they both were essentially massaged with each step by the fabric that gripped them tightly against his bulging quads. Andrew just wished these jeans had a little more breathing room for his enormous hairless nuts which were, as usual, being suffocated by dark blue denim.

Andrew reached the front door of META Massage and swung the door open, triggering the little bell. As expected, there was no activity in the lobby. They had no other reservations that day, and therefore Andrew had told Ben he could take the day off.

Ben was actually bi, and even had a girlfriend. One time, Andrew had suggested maybe Ben could use some Nectar on her and gift her some of the “extras” they love so much, but one of the Mikes immediately reminded him that the Nectar only works on men.

Speaking of the Nectar, neither Andrew nor Ben had any clue where the Mikes had gotten it. None of the Mikes would ever tell them, although they knew it was somewhere in Greece. They also didn’t fully understand how the stuff worked. When the Mikes hired Andrew and Ben to be his masseuses, he had them each drink a pitcher of the sweet syrup, somehow enabling the pair to alter their bodies however they wanted, always shifting reality whenever they did so, with only them and the Mikes being able to tell that anything had changed.

It had gotten to the point where Andrew and Ben were never surprised at the sight of each other after a session, either meeting in the showers, the sauna, or the lounge. Well, aside from the one time a few weeks prior when Ben walked in with his head at the end of his huge dick. The two had a good laugh, followed by some intense sex; Andrew just had to know what it felt like to get fucked by Ben in that form. 10/10.

Interestingly, the Mikes never seemed to alter his bodies, even though Andrew was certain he possessed the ability to. He always just stayed in his natural form, four hulking DILFs each with a wide throbbing two-foot fuckstick between their legs. As far as Andrew knew, he’d always been that way.

Andrew always got so aroused around the Mikes. He guessed he had a thing for DILFs. Considering his client for that day, it probably meant it was going to be difficult for him to keep his professional composure.

The boytaur made his way around the front counter, and opened the door to the employee lounge. Inside was a familiar sight.

Two of the Mikes were having ravenous sex on the couch, engaged in a particularly loud 69 session, each of them effortlessly gulping down the other’s giant schlong to the base, each of their faces being slapped with the other’s big hairy nuts each time. Andrew didn’t even blink at the sight of such passionate narcissistic ecstasy, instead looking to the other side of the room to see a third Mike sitting behind his desk, working on his computer.

“Morning, Mike,” Andrew greeted with a wave.

The Mike behind the desk looked up. “Oh, hey Andrew! You ready for today?”

“Yes sir, you know it,” the boytaur replied, walking over to his boss, or rather the body of his boss not currently engaged in fornication. “Where’s your fourth body?”

“He’s back in the states from Greece with a truckful of Nectar. He should be here tomorrow sometime. Just in time, too. We’re down to one amphora of the stuff.”

Andrew made his way around Mike’s desk to discover he was masturbating, sliding a powerful hairy hand up and down his meatpole. Andrew smiled and reached one of his left hands over and gripped the chubby shaft, enabling Mike to let go and allow his employee to do all the work.

Mike sighed as Andrew began one of his trademark masterful handjobs.

“So this guy, Jeff, you know him huh?” the masseuse asked, teasing his boss’s cock with long tantalizing strokes. Jeff was Jared and Jason’s dad.

“Mmmm, yeah, he’s a childhood friend,” the quadrupled DILF replied. “And, once upon a time, I had a crush on him, so play nice.” He wagged a finger at Andrew playfully.

“Of course,” the boytaur responded. “I’ll take extra good care of him, haha.”

“I mean it, now. I want this to be your best work yet. I wanna cum just from looking at him when you’re done, okay?”

“Yes sir!” Andrew answered like a cadet, jokingly saluting his boss with both of his right hands.

Mike chuckled. “Good. Ffffffffffuck I’m so horny. How about you take those pants off and show me that sexy second ass of yours.”

Andrew smiled and released Mike’s dick from his grip, bringing two hands down to unbutton his jeans. As he did so, he shuffled away from his boss so the latter could stand up from his chair.

The boytaur turned so his hind-ass was facing his hairy muscular nude employer, and Mike took the opportunity to slide down Andrew’s jeans. Immediately, Andrew’s big sexy tight hairless hind-ass was freed from its confinements. Mike gripped a thick cheek in each hand, spreading them apart, revealing his worker’s enlarged glistening dark sphincter. Andrew had felt inspired by his change to Jason the previous week and made his asshole permanently self-lubricated. No interruptions for lubing were required while his boss played with his ass.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Drew,” Mike doted, releasing one of the firm asscheeks so he could smack it playfully, making it wobble around like a delectable soufflé.

“It’s nice to know the Nectar works, eh?” Andrew grinned.

“Nah, you were hot before, that’s why I hired you,” Mike responded, kneading his employee’s asscheeks lovingly. He again released one of the buns so he could grip his enormous meat. He aimed it up at Andrew’s entrance until its apple-sized cockhead was pressing up against the waiting oozing orifice.

The two of them both moaned as Mike pushed forward, Andrew’s hungry ass greedily swallowing inch-after-inch of the immense throbbing schlong.

Andrew couldn’t help but watch the other two Mikes as they continued their endless 69 on the couch, stroking his front cock as his boss dove deeper and deeper inside him. Weeks ago, Andrew had found when taking a massive dick for the first time that they passed quickly over his prostate on their journey into his depths, so he had added a second one right about where they ended up. His whole body tingled as Mike’s fat cockhead pressed up against his second prostate, simultaneous with the meeting of his asscheeks with Mike’s hips. The entire two-foot monolith was inside him.

“There we go,” Mike sighed, clearly entranced by the sensations of Andrew’s hot tight ass around his fuckstick. “Let’s get you going, though.”

Mike reached around under Andrew’s chiseled lower-torso until he found his rigid rear cock. He stroked it a few times making his lover moan before aiming it up until it sunk into the boytaur’s front asscheeks. Andrew groaned loudly, signaling the penetration of his rear cock into his front ass, making Mike smile widely.

“T-thank you,” Andrew mumbled dreamily.

“I know how you like it, love,” Mike answered adoringly. He followed this by sliding his thick meat out of the boytaur’s seemingly bottomless hind-ass, stopping only when his fist-sized cockhead was about to exit. He then powerfully thrust back into the younger man, making the two of them grunt.

Andrew’s mind was practically being melted with pleasure. He voraciously fapped his front fatty, while each thrust his boss took simultaneously drove his own rear cock almost balls deep into his front ass. He had to use every ounce of his magically-acquired powers to stave off orgasm as he was ravaged by the sensations of doubled anal with a side of handjob.

The room filled with the sounds of slapping and slurping, moaning and groaning. It filled with the smell of sweat, the smell of man-musk, the smell of pre.

They had an hour to rut before Jeff would arrive. That might be enough time.

God, Andrew loved his job so much.


Andrew stood behind the front counter, leaning against it on his elbows as he and Mike waited for Jeff to arrive. They had cut their sex a little short, opting to cum after only about 45 minutes so that they had time to get to the lobby and welcome Mike’s friend. Andrew’s boss sat on one of the lobby’s leather couches, idly jacking off as usual while he scrolled social media on his phone. His other two bodies were still having an orgy in the employee lounge, as evident by the slapping sounds Andrew could still hear through the closed door behind him.

Andrew was back in his original form: two legs, two arms, one head, one cock. For some reason he liked starting at “factory default” alongside his clients, then gradually changing his own body as he changed theirs. Occasionally, there would be a hiccup with the Nectar, and for a moment the client would detect something was off, like Jason had last session. It wouldn’t last long, though.

The boytaur looked over at his middle-aged boss and watched as the hairy nude man leaned his head forward and loudly slurped a pooling glob of pre from his piss-slit, his attention never leaving his phone.

Suddenly, there was some movement out of the corner of Andrew’s eye, making him snap up to look out the large windows at the front of the store. A beat up old 90s pickup truck pulled into a space and was shut off. Its driver’s-side door opened and out climbed Jeff.

Andrew and Ben’s changes to Jared and Jason must’ve retroactively altered their dad, because he was the hottest middle-aged man Andrew had ever seen, even hotter than the Mikes.

Jeff had a dad-bod, though it was also brawny and powerful. He looked about 6’5” or so—around Andrew’s height—and his shirt was stretched taut around his two long muscular arms and bulging chiseled pecs. Directly below that was a slight beer belly, and Andrew loved the contrast between the softness of his belly with the musculature of the rest of him.

Then there was his face. Wow, he was handsome. Andrew caught himself starting to drool as his client reached the front door to the parlor.

The bell rang.

Mike set his phone aside and released his leaking schlong, making it swing around as he stood up.

Andrew gave Jeff a welcoming smile as he stepped in, allowing Mike to greet him first.

“Jeff! Buddy!” Mike called out, walking up to his old friend.

Jeff didn’t even blink at the sight of his nude boned buddy, instead smiling in return and opening his arms. “Hey Mike! How are you?”

“I’m great! Welcome! Welcome to my humble business!” The pair hugged for a moment then released. A long string of pre stretched from Jeff’s shirt to Mike’s cockhead as they separated. “Hah! Sorry about that,” Mike said, reaching a hand out to rub the pre off Jeff’s expansive chest.

“Still hopelessly horny, I see? Let me guess, your other bodies are off fuckin’ somewhere, aren’t they, haha.”

“Yep! Same as always. You know me so well!”

The two shared a laugh. Andrew had to laugh too. He found it funny how Jeff was so nonchalant toward Mike’s inherent lewdness.

Mike motioned toward Andrew behind the counter. “Jeff, this is Andrew. He’s my best masseuse, and he’s gonna be taking care of you today.”

“Ah, nice to meet you,” Jeff greeted.

“Likewise, it’s a pleasure,” Andrew smiled.

“Well, I don’t want to hold you up any longer,” Mike began. “Follow Andrew down the hall and enjoy yourself, we’ll talk after, alright?”

“Sure thing, thanks again for this Mike,” Jeff replied.

As Jeff started walking toward the hallway next to Andrew, Mike gave his employee a little look, as if to remind him to really do a good job. As if Andrew needed any extra motivation. He was almost shaking with excitement.

“Right this way, hun,” Andrew told his client, stepping in front of him and leading him down the hallway. The pair walked into the same room Andrew had massaged Jason in the previous week, and the last remaining amphora of Nectar was already there atop its tall black stand.

Andrew shut the door behind Jeff as the older man stepped inside.

“If you wouldn’t mind removing your clothes, hun?” the masseuse asked.

The hunky DILF didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

He certainly didn’t have Jason’s prior anxieties.

Andrew tried not to stare as Jeff pulled his tight shirt over his head, freeing his hairy brawny torso, both muscular and soft at the same time. Andrew’s single 16-incher was already fully boned and shoved down one of his pantlegs.

Jeff dropped his shirt on the floor and slipped his big strong feet out of his boots, then unbuttoning his jeans and sliding those off too. A chubby 8-incher with some fat hairy balls beneath. Impressive.

“Sorry about the erection,” Jeff said, his hands on his bare hips as he shamelessly stared down at his own meat. “My two boys were loving on each other in the living room when I was on my way out and I caught a glimpse of Jason’s face. Been boned ever since!”

Andrew almost laughed again. “It’s not a problem, hun.”

“I almost rubbed one out on the drive here, but based on the testimonies of my sons, I figured it’d be best to wait until my massage,” Jeff added with a wink.

Oh my. Does Jeff perhaps swing both ways?

Andrew offered a playful grin. “Well, this is the VIP experience, hun. We’ll do whatever you like.”

“Excellent!” Jeff sat down on the massage table. “Let’s start with the front then, I really need to get off.” He turned on the table and laid down across it, his rigid boner jutting straight up from between his huge powerful hairy thighs. Andrew wanted nothing more than to just suck him off right there, but he managed to control himself. He crossed the room to the vase of Nectar and lifted it off its stand before carrying it over to the waiting DILF.

“All right, we’ll start with your chest, hun… then go from there,” the masseuse teased. He poured a heaping amount of Nectar onto the older man’s exceedingly hairy pecs.

“Mmmmmmm,” Jeff was already humming, his eyes closed, feeling the famous tingle of the ‘VIP Oil’ on his chest.

Andrew wasted no time. He willed two more arms into existence, and after setting down the amphora brought all four strong hands to the pool of Nectar. He spread the fluid around the warm bear-like chest and began kneading it into Jeff’s muscles.

“You’re so strong, hun,” Andrew noted, eager to begin altering his client’s body, although he already found it almost perfect. “You look like you bench press cars, am I right?”

“Yep, you’re exactly right,” Jeff predictably replied. “Yesterday I broke my own record and managed to bench an old Ford Explorer.”

“Wow, that’s incredible,” the masseuse responded. It was a double entendre. He was in awe not only at his client’s feat of strength, but also the change this brought to Jeff’s body.

Jeff was now 10 feet tall, but proportionally the same as he was before, almost making him a sort of mini-giant. The massage table had grown along with him, allowing him to continue resting comfortably. His arms were enormous, his pecs were massive, his cock had to be over a foot long now. But most notably, his beer belly had been replaced with an insane chiseled 12-pack of jaw-dropping abs.

Andrew actually missed his belly and sought to remedy this change. “I love that even though you’re so strong, you still have this soft belly, hun.”

“Thanks, Andrew,” Jeff answered, again not noticing as his new abs disappeared by the return of his sizeable hairy belly. “It’s nice to be appreciated.”

“Oh I can do more than appreciate, hun,” Andrew smirked.

Jeff smirked back. “I certainly hope so.” Oooooooh, he’s fun.

Andrew was now doing his best to massage the entire enormous torso in front of him, all four of his hands pressing across the expansive flesh. He might need to grow some more. However, he couldn’t resist altering Jeff further.

“Speaking of appreciation,” the masseuse began, “I’m sure you’ve received a lot of appreciation for those four amazing arms over the years.”

“Yes, indeed,” Jeff replied, raising his upper arms until he was resting his head on his upper hands, his lower arms still laying on either side of him.

“And then there’s the scent,” Andrew improvised. “Just your natural odor alone is enough to get you and everyone else going, isn’t it?”

Fuck, why did I say that? Andrew thought.

Jeff peaked an eye open and looked at his masseuse, again smirking mischievously. “Why? Feeling a little randy?”

God, Andrew needed to have sex with this man so bad. His horniness was now off the charts thanks to his big stupid mouth. Well, that and Jeff’s now intoxicating tantalizing aroma.

“I’m feeling a little randy, myself,” Jeff added. “You’re really cute, by the way. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go for a ‘ride’.”

That was it. Screw the massage. Andrew was going to fuck this man right now.

“Really?” Andrew asked, horniness controlling his mind. “You’d let me ride this giant amazing three-foot fuckstick?”

“If you think it’d fit, haha,” the giant hulking DILF chuckled.

Andrew looked down his client’s body and gasped at the result of his newest change. Jutting out from between Jeff’s legs was now a monstrous cock. It was almost half as long as Andrew was tall, as wide as his thigh, and yet stood fully rigid, bobbing with throbs. Jeff’s hairy nuts were now the size of watermelons, and rested on the table heavily between his knees. A veritable pint of precum was now leaking from the DILF’s tip, making the side of his gargantuan schlong glisten as it was coated by the pungent fluid.

“Oh believe me, it’ll fit, hun,” Andrew finally responded confidently.

“Well, climb aboard, then,” Jeff chuckled again, now with both eyes open so he could watch his masseuse attempt to ride him.

Andrew almost tripped over himself as he climbed onto the massage table. Within a moment, he was standing directly above the gigantic beefy penis. It was so huge the basketball-sized head was already pressed up against Andrew’s self-lubed asshole even as he stood completely upright.

The masseuse took a deep breath and slowly lowered himself. He couldn’t help but gasp and groan loudly as he felt the enormous cockhead begin to stretch open his magical hole.

“Mmmmmfffffuck yeah, keep going,” Jeff commanded dominantly.

Andrew had no intention of stopping.

Ever so slowly, inch after mind-blowing inch of the gargantuan wang slid into Andrew’s ass as he continued to lower himself. He’d never taken something so big. Even with his powers, it was as if his body was rejecting the cock, like it wasn’t built to take one of that magnitude. But the younger man pressed on, eager to feel the full length inside him.

Jeff’s cockhead slid right past Andrew’s second prostate and continued onward deep within him. Andrew could swear he felt it in his chest, but was not deterred. Minutes passed until finally Andrew’s thick muscular ass rested on Jeff’s hips.

“My, you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Jeff doted, clearly impressed.

Andrew couldn’t think of a witty response, his body felt like it was about to split in two by the monstrous monolith inside him. He just moaned, his own cock spewing pre onto the hairy Nectar-slicked belly below him. He leaned down and pressed all four of his hands into the slickened flesh, using it to steady himself as he started to lift his ass back up the giant dick. Jeff raised his lower hands and gently placed them on Andrew’s waist, helping him to keep his balance.

The masseuse managed to raise himself about a foot up the cock before slamming himself back down again. He very nearly came right there. Leg’s shaking, he raised his ass back up and dropped down once more, slapping his ass against Jeff’s hips.

“Mmmmm, you love daddy’s dick, don’t you?” the giant DILF growled.

“Ah!” Andrew cried out as he slammed himself down again. “Yes! I love daddy’s dick!” He gripped Jeff’s hairy oiled belly tightly. “I love your dick, daddy!”

Jeff soon helped Andrew get into a rhythm, using his powerful hands to guide the younger man up and down his rigid monster. It didn’t take long for Jeff to reach his breaking point.

“I’m about to cum, sport,” the hairy hunk announced.

Andrew furrowed his brow a little. Sport? Oh he’s just continuing on with the whole ‘daddy’ thing, okay.

“Fuck, me too,” the masseuse agreed.

Jeff powerfully thrusted his smaller lover down his enormous schlong one last time, groaning as he released the floodgates. Andrew couldn’t believe the feeling inside him as Jeff’s cock blew its load. The entire huge meatcannon pulsed with each blast, filling Andrew like a jelly donut as gallons of hot semen spewed out.

Andrew couldn’t help but burst, too. His comparatively meager 16-incher fired ropes of his seed across the larger man’s expansive bulging chest.

“You’re so hot, son,” the DILF said, admiring the sight of the smaller hunk launching his young seed onto him.

After a full minute, the two finally reached the end of their climax, and Andrew fell forward onto the massive soft hairy torso in front of him, Jeff’s three-foot tower still buried inside him. The masseuse laid sprawled across the huge chest, breathing heavily and resting the side of his face on one of Jeff’s pecs like a pillow.

Jeff raised all four of his arms and wrapped them around Andrew lovingly, pressing him tight against him.

“That was amazing, son, thank you so much,” Jeff doted.

Son? Andrew thought, again confused. The sex is over. Why is he… aw crap.

The masseuse must’ve called him ‘daddy’ a few too many times while touching the Nectar. He just inadvertently made Jeff his actual dad. So that makes Jared and Jason his brothers, too.

Well, might as well lean into it.

“Thanks dad,” he replied. “Did you enjoy your massage?”

“Well, it was a little short, but yes very much so, haha,” Jeff chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, son. You do such a good job working here and you’ve made so many men happy.” He lowered a hand to stroke his son’s hair.

Andrew felt like tearing up. “Thank you.” He noticed he was pressed against his dad’s Nectar-coated chest. “And I’m so happy that mom was so willing to let us be together. You gladly offered her half your enormous fortune and she got her own place, though she still visits regularly.”

Neither of them were aware that outside the parlor, Jeff’s beat up old truck changed into an giant pristine F-450, customized to fit Jeff’s new size.

“Yep, your mother is quite the woman,” Jeff agreed. “And without her, I’d have never gotten to know you. I always knew your brothers were going to end up together, they’d always been inseparable. But with you, I’d always felt such a strong connection.”

Andrew felt overwhelmed with love. “Oh dad, I love you so much.” He started climbing up his dad’s chest.

Jeff smiled at him widely. “I love you too, son.”

Andrew reached his dad’s head and leaned down to kiss him. Jeff happily reciprocated and the pair made out passionately. Jeff’s lower hands reached down to grip Andrew’s big muscular ass as their tongues danced together.

Andrew couldn’t believe this turn of events.

All this time he’d been changing his patron’s lives, with the help of the Nectar. Never did he think he would end up changing his own.

Mike sighed and relaxed into his driver’s seat. He had just turned out of the parking lot of his parlor’s shopping plaza and onto the parkway, accelerating quickly to reach the speed limit. His permanently erect two-foot schlong rested heavily against his chest, throbbing occasionally and passively leaking pre onto his bare brawny torso.

He was on his way to a dinner party, thrown in his honor by Jeff and his family as a thank you for the free VIP passes and in celebration for the shop’s success.

Mike decided only to bring one of his bodies, as he felt it’d be rude to require more than one person’s worth of food. His other three bodies never left his apartment that morning, and even now he could vaguely feel the sensations from the nonstop orgy they were having in his double-king bed. His bodies either operated on autopilot—doing exactly what he would do or making the same decisions, as they were literally just other Mikes—or they followed his commands to the letter. Mike could even switch his consciousness between bodies at will. It certainly was a useful tool. It essentially meant he never had to work a day in his life, although he often still felt like being a contributing member of society anyway.

Inevitably, his thoughts shifted to his childhood friend and how jaw-droppingly he and his family had been changed. Mike couldn’t help but chuckle. Jeff’s family now included his employee Andrew. After Jeff had left following his massage, Mike couldn’t stop laughing when the masseuse told him the news. Under extreme horniness and whilst unknowingly wielding the Nectar, the sexy doofus accidentally made himself Jeff’s middle child.

Mike wasn’t even upset that Andrew hadn’t changed his client to the point where Mike would orgasm just from looking upon him, as he had instructed. Although, Mike did drool a bit when he first caught sight of his now-giant hulking buddy. Ten feet tall, bulging rippling muscle (enough to bench press a car, apparently), and with a gargantuan, unbelievable three-foot cock. Andrew always was a size queen.

Ultimately, Mike was happy for Andrew. Andrew never had a good relationship with his parents, so to see him so inseparable with his new dad/boyfriend, he couldn’t help but give his employee his blessing. Even if it did make him a little jealous.

Andrew learned a lesson in how powerful the Nectar was. It’s easy to underestimate as one of Mike’s bodies brings it in by the truckful regularly. And neither he nor Ben had any idea where Mike gets it from, or even how he came into possession of it to begin with.

Mike moaned and a sizeable splurt of pre gushed from his piss-slit.

The origins of his possession of the Nectar made Mike think about… HIM.

It was a lengthy drive to Jeff’s place; there was plenty of time to reminisce.


It was five years prior, and Mike was hopelessly lost.

His trip to Greece that was supposed to be a relaxing and exciting getaway was crumbling before his very eyes.

His phone had died—as in permanently—and his GPS was therefore lost along with it. He had no maps and didn’t speak a word of Greek. Apparently, nobody in Greece spoke English, either.

He had been on the road for hours, speeding across the vast mountainous countryside as he attempted to find any meaningful landmarks. The whole day he knew he was no more than an hour from Larissa, so why couldn’t he manage to get there? It was as if some devious being was hiding or swapping around the road signs he’d need to navigate back to his hotel. He had hoped to go clubbing that night in town and maybe hook up with a local guy or two, but it seems his dreams were fading fast.

It was at that moment, the engine of his rental car sputtered.

“Oh no! Nonononono!” Mike pleaded. His fuel gauge was on ‘E’. He hadn’t even seen a single gas station the entire day. What century was this?

Mike managed to pull over to the shoulder just in time for the car’s engine to fully shutdown. The middle-aged American shouted in frustration and slammed the steering wheel with both hands. After a silent moment of stewing in his own self-pity, Mike begrudgingly opened his car door and climbed out into the hot summer air.

It was exceptionally dry outside, and Mike was down to his last lukewarm bottle of water. He hoped some driver would happen upon him soon, but the road looked completely vacant. The road he was on winded around a mountainside, and from where he was stopped, he had a good view of the forested valley below. The entire region appeared devoid of civilization, adding to Mike’s increasing dread of impending doom.

The man turned and looked across his car to the other side of the road. A small dirt path cut into the forest, and up the mountain a bit Mike could just make out the top of an ancient ruined temple peaking above the trees.

Perhaps that was a tourist site, and there might be an English-speaking tour guide there who could help him. It was the best chance Mike had. He quickly circumvented his dead rental and headed up the path.

After about fifteen minutes of hiking over steep rocky terrain, the dirt path opened up to a clearing. There, standing proud in its center, was the old collapsed temple Mike had seen from the road. Mike had to stop to recover a bit, hunching over and trying to catch his breath. He wasn’t in very good shape, and was currently cursing himself for forgetting to grab his water bottle.

Mike’s fears began to grow again. It didn’t appear as though anyone was around. In fact, yet again, there were no signs of civilization at all… well, modern civilization, anyway.

Maybe, just maybe, there was someone inside. Well, most of the roof of the temple had collapsed, so there really wasn’t an inside per se, but still.

Mike huffed with exhaustion as he stumbled toward the ancient structure. Using each of its stone pillars for support, he slowly managed to enter what remained of the ruin.

What he saw within immediately made him stop in his tracks and stare, mouth agape.

Sitting atop the stone altar in the center of the chamber was the most gorgeous woman Mike had ever seen. Even though he was as gay as the day was long, a diamond-hard boner was immediately tenting up his cargo shorts. The woman was completely nude and sat with her back to him, brushing her hair with a shimmering golden comb as she hummed with the voice of a goddess. The very air in the open chamber seemed to hum along with her, the vibrations adding to Mike’s arousal. Her hair was so blonde it was almost white, and it appeared to softly glow with supernatural luminescence.

After a moment, the unimaginably beautiful woman stopped both her humming and her brushing, and turned to gaze upon the intruder.

Spurts of precum were beginning to stain Mike’s shorts at the sight of the mystery woman’s face. He’d never been attracted to anybody as much as he was to this person… and it was a girl.

The woman smiled at him and rose from the altar, walking around the stone block and sauntering toward him. Her wide hips swung side-to-side, large perky tits jiggling slightly with each gentle step. Mike couldn’t move. Not a muscle. All he could do was shamelessly drool and stare.

Once the bombshell had reached about ten feet away from Mike, she stopped. She gazed at him curiously, her incredible blue eyes seeming to bore into his very soul.

“Oh, I see,” she said with a chuckle.

In an instant, her skin began to shimmer, rays of light pouring from her body as the atmosphere of the chamber hummed again with energy. Mike quickly averted his eyes to avoid certain blindness.

A moment later, the humming died down yet again. Mike returned his gaze to the woman only to find a young man in her place. His cock throbbed even harder than it had before as his eyes took in the most impossibly perfect beautiful boy he had ever seen.

He resembled a male version of the woman who stood there before, with the same gilded hair and sparkling blue eyes. His body from the eyebrows down was also devoid of hair the way her’s had been before. He was about six feet tall, the same height as Mike, and was pleasingly muscular, but still lean and soft. His skin had the perfect tan, not too light or dark. And Mike couldn’t help but stare at the godly man’s package, which interestingly was also not insane. It was hefty, to be sure—a fat flaccid six-inches with golf-ball sized nuts, wedged between his toned thighs—but not the meat-monster you’d expect of some being who wielded such immense transformative power.

“W-who are y-you?” Mike stammered.

The young deity smiled brightly, making Mike’s heart flutter. He then began a leisurely stroll around the temple, walking up to one of the standing stone pillars and rubbing his hand across it.

“You know, people used to come from all across Greece to visit this temple,” the boy began. “They’d bring offerings to place upon the altar, and they’d pray to their goddess to grant them many things. A prosperous harvest… riches beyond their imagining…” The god looked right into Mike’s eyes. “…love.”

Mike’s heart palpitated in his chest. His body trembled in awe. Despite his humility, his dick remained rigid as ever, painfully strained by his shorts.

“Aphrodite,” Mike answered, unable to wrap his head around this realization. “Y-you’re Aphrodite.”

The boy grinned. “Well, technically I’m male at the moment, so it would be Aphroditos. But yes, I am the God of Love. And I have foreseen your arrival, mortal.”

The middle-aged man couldn’t stop stammering. “W-w-what?”

The god sauntered back over to Mike, his large soft dick jostling with every motion. Mike could feel the deity’s aura as he got close to him. It aroused every cell in his body, and he already felt on the edge of orgasm.

“I haven’t had a true disciple in centuries,” Aphroditos told him. “Long ago, I had a vision you would stumble into my temple. And you would become such a disciple. But before that, you must worship me.”

Mike had no idea what this god intended by that. Honestly, in his current state, Mike would lick the ground this boy walked on, he was so gorgeous. But the God of Love seemed to have something else in mind.

“First, though, we must get you ready,” the deity decided.

In an instant, Mike’s clothes had vanished. His average seven-incher stood at full attention, making Mike feel a little embarrassed. The rest of his body wasn’t particularly impressive, either. He was barely six feet tall, and had a typical hairy dad-bod: relatively scrawny arms and legs with a sizeable belly. It certainly wasn’t worthy of someone so beautiful as the God of Love.

Aphroditos examined him carefully, rubbing his smooth chin as he considered possible changes. Deciding on a course of action, the god stepped up to Mike and raised up an arm to press his palm against the mortal’s chest.

Mike began to groan as he could feel his body begin to change, the very fabric of his being reshaping to his lord’s will. Immediately, he started growing in height. His muscles similarly began to grow and expand, gaining definition and power as they quickly attained body-builder status. Mike soon leveled off at seven feet tall, towering over the teenage-looking god. His body was still hairy, but now was brawny and chiseled.

The deity smiled again, pleased with the progress. “Looking good so far, but we must improve that penis, love,” he said, bringing a hand down to Mike’s meat.

Mike felt as though he was cumming harder than he ever had before as his dick expanded in the god’s hand, although no semen came out. While the growth to his muscles came fast, it seemed as though Aphroditos was intentionally growing his dick tantalizingly slow. Inch after inch of new flesh poured from Mike’s groin, his dick also increasing in girth as it lengthened with the god’s touch.

Finally, the divine beauty ceased the growth to Mike’s cock, and Mike stared at it in amazement. It was a solid two feet of sex-meat, and rested heavily in the god’s extended hand.

“There, now that’s a dick worthy of the God of Love,” Aphroditos cheered. “But what’s size without potency?”

He immediately released Mike’s dick to grip his balls, and Mike groaned again as both his babymakers expanded rapidly. Soon they were proper cum-factories, larger than grapefruits in his wrinkly hairy sack. Aphroditos released them and they dropped down between Mike’s knees and swung back and forth like a fleshy pendulum.

Aphroditos looked back up into Mike’s eyes and beamed happily. “Now you’re ready!”

The boy turned and walked back over to the central altar with a sexy gait, bringing Mike’s attention to his girly bubbly ass. Mike’s mind was being flooded with enhanced hormones from his enlarged genitals. It took every ounce of his concentration not to jerk off right there in front of a god.

Surprisingly, Aphroditos then bent over and placed a hand on the altar, spreading his legs and using his other hand to grab one of his juicy divine asscheeks. He pulled the cheek to the side, giving Mike his first view of the god’s mind-blowing asshole.

“Fuck me,” the god commanded, still with a loving smile.

Mike couldn’t take his eyes off the supernatural sphincter as he gingerly crossed the chamber to his lord. However, once reaching the deity’s backside he found himself unable to continue.

“You know, you shouldn’t keep a god waiting,” the boy said playfully.

“Uhh, i-it’s just,” Mike stammered, lifting his heavy meatstick and shifting his eyes between it and the god’s comparatively undersized anus.

Aphroditos’s eyes were full of understanding, and once Mike met his gaze, he instantly felt reassured. “Don’t worry, love. You are physically incapable of harming me.”

Mike was lost in his god’s eyes. Finally, he responded. “O-okay.”

Without any further hesitation, Mike gently placed his free hand on Aphrodito’s hip, and used his other to aim his giant cockhead up to the god’s fuckhole. He pressed the tip against the sphincter, and despite any indication of lube, his meat glided inside.

“Oh, oh god!” Mike shouted. “Oh god, yes!” Aphroditos’s ass was just as you’d expect from the God of Love. His dick was soon enveloped in a warm wet space of unimaginable pleasure. The inside of the god’s ass massaged Mike’s dick, contracting endlessly around the flesh and sending shockwaves of sexual triumph to every corner of Mike’s body.

Mike couldn’t help but stick out his tongue like a dog as he slid his dick almost all the way out and drove back in. He gripped Aphroditos’s hips in both hands and began to rut with inconceivable passion. With each thrust, Mike’s new massive balls loudly slapped against the god’s own.

“Yes, mortal,” Aphroditos moaned. “Just like that. Don’t stop!”

Mike gazed up at the deity’s face once again and suddenly felt overwhelmed with the feeling of love. The god’s face was contorted in pleasure, the boy biting his lip and tightly closing his eyes. Mike couldn’t believe it. He was making the God of Love feel this good. Aphroditos’s own cock now stood firm at its own full ten inches, throbbing with need as his asshole was ravaged.

After several minutes of divine sex, Mike was amazed he hadn’t yet orgasmed. The sensations with each thrust alone were greater than any climax he had ever experienced. It appeared Aphroditos was using his power to stave off Mike’s orgasm, wanting the mortal to last as long as he wished.

Finally, the god cried out, “Cum in me, Michael! Fill me with your seed and give yourself to me!”

Mike never wanted to do anything more in his entire life. He slammed his megameat into the boy one final time and gasped as he came. Such unquantifiable pleasure rocketed through every fiber of his being that he very nearly blacked out. He was incapable of making any sounds, doing nothing but looking straight up at the clear blue sky above as he fired rope after rope of semen deep into a god’s ass.

Aphroditos himself orgasmed, but instead of semen, a clear thin liquid fired from his own cock and painted the front of the altar below him.

The climax lasted minutes, Mike’s fat hairy balls emptying every ounce of seed they had within them into his new master.

Finally, it ended. Mike slowly slid his cock from the god’s asshole with a schlorp and, surprisingly, not a trace of cum dripped out afterward.

Mike’s legs lost all ability to stand, and he started to collapse. In a flash, Aphroditos caught him, and gently lowered him to the ground. Mike’s head rested in the god’s lap, and the god lovingly stroked his hair with one hand and caressed his cheek with the other.

“That was incredible,” Mike said, struggling to catch his breath.

The god smiled down on him. “You did amazing, love. Exactly as I had hoped.”

The pair relaxed for several minutes, the God of Love doting on his new disciple. Mike could not look away from Aphroditos’s eyes. He didn’t think it was possible to feel so loved.

“What would you ask of me, lord,” Mike asked, fully accepting of his new subservience to this gorgeous being.

This made Aphroditos beam with joy once again. He leaned down and met his lips with Mike’s own. The god and his servant passionately frenched for several more minutes before the boy finally broke the kiss.

“First, love, I need you to drink this,” Aphroditos said. He extended a hand into the open air and instantly it shimmered with light. Once the light dimmed, an amphora was now being gripped in his hand. He brought it down to Mike and placed its rim on his lips. Mike drank its contents without hesitation, and found the amphora’s contents to be delicious and sweet. In only a few moments, the amphora was empty. The god took it from Mike’s lips and used his power to vanish it from his hand.

“What you just drank was the Nectar of the Gods,” the deity explained. “It will imbue you with special powers. Powers that will enable you to change your body to however you see fit. And through wielding it, you can change others, as well.”

Mike already knew what the god said was the truth. He could feel a warmth spreading throughout his body, an energy. He was already recovering from his godly sex, and his monstrous dick was already regaining rigidity as his body was reinvigorated.

“You want me to change others?” Mike inquired, unsure of just what his lord wished.

“My power has waned, love. It has diminished over the course of the last several centuries. It has come to the point where I may only manifest in my own temples. I fear the world misses my love. Therefore, I will provide you with Nectar, all the Nectar you will ever need. You will return to your country and gain followers. With them, you will use the Nectar to spread love across the world.”

“Spread it how?”

Aphroditos smiled at him warmly. “You will find a way, love. I know you will. You are now the boyfriend of a god, after all.”


Mike moaned again and was almost brought to orgasm just thinking about Aphroditos. He very nearly rear-ended the car in front of him as the memories of his divine boyfriend flooded his mind.

He yearned for every opportunity to return to Greece. Each time he ran low on Nectar, he quickly bought his plane ticket and made a beeline for the temple. And He was always there, smiling, sitting atop the altar, ready for more.

Mike hoped he was making his god proud.

The voice of Mike’s GPS on his phone announced the enhanced DILF’s arrival at his destination. Looking out his window, he smirked at the sight of Jeff’s house. The structure was enormous, not in terms of being a mansion, but in being the home of a ten-foot-tall man. Everything was enlarged: windows, doors, porch. All to fit Jeff’s massive frame.

Mike turned off his car and headed to the front door. He rang the doorbell, and he could hear commotion inside.

After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Andrew, smiling wide at the arrival of his boss. The sexy boytaur was nude and fully boned, of course.

“Mike! Welcome!” he cheered. He lept forward and caught Mike in a tight bearhug.

“It’s good to see you, Drew,” Mike said.

Andrew released him from the hug and took Mike’s hand, leading him inside. There, in the living room, stood Jared, the seven-foot-tall six-armed two-headed wall of muscle. Jason was directly in front of and below him, swallowing his huge meat to the base effortlessly.

“Oh hey, Mr. M!” Jared greeted with his left head, his right moaning from the sensations of his husband’s blowjob. “Thanks again for the VIP passes!”

“It’s my pleasure, Jared,” Mike responded, chuckling at the voracity of Jason’s fellatio. He didn’t mind that the younger man was too indisposed to say hello.

Suddenly, Jeff’s voice boomed throughout the room.

“Mike! You’re here! Hey bud!” he called from the entrance to the kitchen.

“Hi Jeff! Thanks so much for having me!” Mike walked over to the semi-giant and embraced him.

“Oh it’s no problem at all, none at all! We’re all just so thankful for the VIP passes you gave all of us. Andrew just wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing your massage parlor was, and I’m happy to say the hype was warranted!”

“Thank you, Jeff, that means a lot,” Mike replied. The two separated and immediately Andrew stepped over and embraced his dad, burying his face into his soft hairy belly. “I see you two are still inseparable.”

“Yep, haha,” Jeff laughed. “We’re as close as Jared and Jason, it seems. I just can’t get enough of my little loverboy here.” The hulking man leaned down to meet Andrew’s lips with his and the pair began passionately making out, right in front of their guest. Andrew laid a hand on Jeff’s flaccid meat and started sliding it gently up and down the dormant flesh, causing it to gradually wake up.

Mike kept waiting for the pair to break their kiss but they kept at it, hungrily slurping at each other’s mouths and groping each other’s thickly muscled bodies. Mike looked across the room to see Jason still slamming his older brother’s fat schlong down his throat, with both of Jared’s heads looking down on him lustfully.

“Fuck yeah, babe,” Jared’s left head moaned. His right head added, “Suck that fat cock. You’re so fucking hot.”

Mike realized he was just standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room, between these two pairs of lovers that were endlessly lost in each other.

Looks like dinner was going to have to wait.

Suddenly, the four enhanced meta-men froze in place. The whole room fell silent, and Mike looked back and forth between the pairs in surprise as they were all somehow stuck in time.

“Don’t worry, love, it’s just me,” said a familiar, orgasm-inducing voice.

Mike quickly turned to see Aphroditos, his powerful godly boyfriend, standing at the front door. The god stood nude, as always, in his male form. His own fat cock was erect, and he idly stroked it with one hand while smiling lovingly at Mike.

“A-Aphroditos!” Mike stammered, already drooling both from his mouth and his dick from the sight of his divine lover. He really was indescribably beautiful. “How are you here now? How have you stopped time?”

The god chuckled and sauntered toward Mike, releasing his cock so it could swing hypnotically with every motion. “Call it a… favor from Chronos, God of Time.” He reached Mike and raised his arms to wrap his hands around the back of Mike’s neck. “He freezes time for me for a few minutes, and in return I set him up with some young Italian man he’s got eyes for.”

Mike placed his own hands on Aphroditos’s toned boyish waist, looking down to meet his master’s gaze. The two stared into each other’s eyes with unbounded love.

“As to how I got here…” Aphroditos continued. “Well… you allowed me to be here, love.”

“Me?” Mike asked.

The god smiled and nodded. “There’s so much love in this room, Michael. I feel my power returning to me. All the lives you’ve changed with the Nectar, it was just as I’d hoped it would be! You’ve done an amazing job.”

The two leaned together and locked lips. Mike’s two-foot fatty throbbed as waves of pleasure flowed through him with every passing moment. Both the god and his boyfriend moaned into each other’s mouths as they savored their love.

A minute passed. Two minutes.

Finally, Aphroditos broke from the kiss, and both he and Mike panted as they stared once again into each other’s eyes.

A playful smirk grew across the god’s lips.

“You know, Michael,” he began. “I am the God of Love. Technically, there isn’t a God of Sex.”

Mike’s eyes widened. “W-wha? M-me!?”

The deity chuckled at his boyfriend’s befuddlement.

He released Mike’s neck from his grasp and sensually slid his hands down his lover’s powerful hairy chest, over the mountainous pecs, across the valleys of chiseled abs, and down to his rigid twitching meatstick.

Mike moaned as Aphroditos gingerly grasped his massive dick. The god raised his dick until the fat spongy leaking head was a mere inches from the boy’s face.

Aphroditos grinned one last time. “Keep up the good work, love.” He brought his lips to Mike’s cockhead and gave it a long tender kiss.

Mike cried out as a deluge of cum erupted from his cock and rocketed across the room before crashing against the front door.

Aphroditos was gone; vanished into thin air. Mike, in the meantime, collapsed onto the floor on his hands and knees as he was helplessly incapacitated by the ultimate divine climax that was currently painting Jeff’s living room white.

The four other occupants of the room had resumed action as time unfroze, however they were still so lost in each other they hadn’t noticed Mike’s soul-rendering orgasm. Mike could do nothing but close his eyes shut and use every ounce of energy to keep him from collapsing to the floor as every blast of his semen sent his cock pounding against his chest. This was the greatest orgasm his lord had gifted him thus far. Without the aid of the Nectar, he surely would be dead.

After several minutes, the orgasm finally died down. His cock was so huge and heavy, it flopped to the ground once the climax had abated, appearing as exhausted as Mike himself.

Mike’s arms and legs, powerful as they were, trembled with atrophy as he struggled to hold himself up. He panted heavily, drawing in heaving breaths as sweat poured down his body.

Yet again, he was in disbelief of the circumstances of his life. He was the boyfriend of a Greek god, the God of Love, no less. And how he loved Him.

Mike was filled with a yearning desire to achieve his master’s designs. He needed more clients, but that wasn’t enough. He needed more parlors, more META Massages. He needed to expand.

Recovering somewhat from his heart-obliterating orgasm, Mike couldn’t help but grin.

Michael, Greek God of Sex.

It certainly had a nice ring to it.

 

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