To wish for cock

by CockTFBoi   

A chance encounter while hiking starts a series of events that will change Calvin and the world around him forever.

I’m out for a nice hike on a brisk autumn’s day. Taking in the scenic vistas and the fall colors, and all that shit. This whole shut down thing has been going on for far too long, and after months of hardly leaving my apartment, I needed to get out. I decided that the best way to do this, was to go out into the middle of fucking nowhere and take a hike on a nature trail. I’ve never really been the type to go hiking, but all the parks in town were shut down, again, and I needed some fresh air and to just not be near my roommate.

Jack is okay as a roommate, a bit messy, but not to an extreme. He’s also very hot, with his frat bro demeanor and a well-toned body, or at least as toned as he’s been able to maintain with the free-weights he has in his room. He’s also very straight. Neither of us really had any problems with one another’s sexuality before lockdown first hit, but after being cooped up in that tiny apartment for months on end, neither of us getting any, it has started to wear on me.

Both of us have been jacking off to relieve some of the pent up needs, but Jack has gradually become more brazen about it. At first, he took care of it quietly in his room or the shower, but then he started doing it louder, his moans echoing through the apartment as he jerked his cock. Then somewhere, probably around August, I walked into the apartment with a load of groceries to find Jack sitting on the couch stroking his 5-inch dick while watching straight porn on the TV. The first few times it happened, he’d cover up and head back into his room to finish himself off. Then, eventually he’d stop leaving the room and just ask me to leave him to finish, and then by the time October rolled around, he stopped even doing that. He’d just sit there and keep jacking his dick and carrying on a conversation with me.

I admit, I had been tempted more than a few times to join him, or even help him; not that he had asked. But I had standards dammit. I refuse to be some straight boy’s fleshlight. Besides, I prefer to top, and I’m certainly not going to switch to bottoming for him. Fuck, remembering all that has me hard. Just need to take a few deep breaths of this lovely fresh air, and focus on anything besides hard throbbing cocks spewing cum. Fuck! Okay, those bushes over there look thick enough, maybe I could hide over there, get off the trail for a few minutes, and deal with this.

I walk around the bushes and find a quiet spot, far enough that even if someone walks past, they shouldn’t see me. I lean against a thick tree, keeping it between me and the trail, and reach down and undo my jeans. I tug them down a little and reach into my briefs, fishing my 9-inch cock and balls out. I let my cock dangle there for a few moments, throbbing in the cool air, a strand of precum already hanging from the tip.

I lean back, letting my eyes close as my hand glides up and down my smooth shaft. I smear my precum along my dick, before pausing. I bring my hand up and smear a good amount of spit into my palm and then coating my dick in it. I can hear the wet slapping sound as I start stroking my cock in earnest, my mind picturing the hot ass of the hot bear I saw at the store the other day. With my other hand I pull my shirt up, exposing my slim chest before reaching over to tweak my nipples. I let out a soft moan as I picture myself, balls-deep in the hairy ass of the hot bear, slamming his prostate and making him moan like a bitch in heat.

I can feel myself getting close already when I feel something warm and wet encircle the head of my cock. My eyes snap open and I look down. Between my legs is a sexy young bear of a man. He looks like a stereotypical lumber jack, a thick dark beard on his face, a thick pelt of hair on his chest, and thick muscular arms grabbing my hips. Beneath the slab of his pecs sits a rounded, yet muscular belly his powerful abdominals obvious even under a generous layer of fat. His thick, powerful thighs are coiled beneath him as he squats in front of me. Before I can react, he pushes his face forward, practically inhaling my dick without the faintest hint of hesitation or a gag reflex. His lips push my hand from my cock as he takes it into his mouth to the root.

I bring my hand up to join my other one in playing with my nipples and my smooth, hairless chest. I’m trying to hold back, but his mouth is so warm, and his tongue seems to know just where to rub and press to maximize my pleasure. I’m gasping and moaning until finally, I grasp his shoulders, my eyes tightly closed, and I say in a hoarse whisper, “I’m gonna cum.” Without even pausing, he takes my cock to the base, burying his nose into my trimmed pubes and holds it there. I feel him swallowing around the head of my dick, lodged somewhere in his throat as he sends me over the edge. My balls pull up tight against my body as my dick starts pumping rope upon rope of thick cum into his waiting mouth.

As I come down from my orgasm the bear stands up, licking his lips. I see his own cock is 6 inches long with several long strands of cum dangling from it, while more cum is soaking into his thick pubes. His body is smeared in dirt and leaves, and he is giving off a heady musk that has my cock plumping up again. He towers over me, easily 10 inches taller than my own 5’6”. I notice his ears are long and pointed, like someone doing an elf cosplay, though the rest of his demeanor doesn’t match any elf I recognize from something. He leans over to me, bringing our mouths together for a deep kiss, the taste of my cum heavy on his breath. His tongue worms its way into my mouth, caressing my tongue and I lightly suck on it.

He pulls back after a moment and speaks, his voice a deep rumbling bass with an accent I couldn’t quite place, “Thank you. Here, I give you present.” He reaches down and grabs my cock around the base, squeezing it tight. When he takes his hand away, I looked down to see a metal cockring around the base of my cock with a second ring going under and behind my balls. Another metal piece sits between my balls, separating them and making them hang low, away from my body. “There, keep cock strong and make cock’s wishes come true.”

“Wait, what?” I say incredulously, tugging at the ring on my cock a bit half-heartedly trying to pull it off. I look up and the guy is already walking away, still completely naked. He isn’t even wearing shoes. “Hey wait!” I cry out as I tuck my cock back into my briefs and start to follow him. I make it about 50 feet before he ducks behind a tree, and once I make it to the tree he’s gone without a trace. I stand there for a minute, completely silent hoping to hear him make a noise or something. However, despite the ground being littered with leaves, I don’t hear anything.

I pull my briefs back down. The guy might be gone, but I don’t have to wear his weird cockring. I give it a few tugs, but it seems stuck. It doesn’t help that my cock is back to full mast. I try to pull the ring away from my body a bit, maybe I can work my nuts out that way, but it’s stuck fast against my body. I can hear the sounds of people talking and laughing. Someone must be coming up the trail. Shit, I better get out of here. I tuck my turgid cock back into my briefs, pushing it to one side as best as I can and close my jeans over top. My bulge is rather obscene, and definitely going to be noticeable by anyone paying the least bit of attention. I head back towards the trail, taking my time. I hope that whoever is there passes quickly and I can get back to my car. I think I’m done with my hike now anyways.

I pass a family as I get back to the trail. Most of them don’t pay me any attention, though the older son, a few years younger than me, maybe 18 or 19, notices my bulge and stumbles a bit. He turns and blushes and hurries off after his family. After them, I luckily don’t see anyone else until I make it back to the parking lot. As I get to the edge of the parking lot, I see my car and several others. Unfortunately, there are also two douchey looking frat guys between me and my car. They’re chatting and shooting the shit, though from what I can overhear they sound just as douchey as they look. They’re talking about their latest conquests in the bedroom, bragging about some rather dubious methods to get girls in bed. I’m hoping I can get to my car before they notice me, not wanting to deal with whatever shit they’re going to give me. Particularly as my dick is still just as hard as it was when the bear slipped the cockring on me.

I start walking, trying to look inconspicuous as I pass the guys. The gravel is crunching under my feet, and I try to keep my gaze locked on my car. I steal a quick glance at them, and my gaze is met by the guy with brown hair. He glances at my shoulder, seeing my pride tattoo and then his eyes flick down to my crotch and I can tell he notices my hardon.

“Hey, look at the cocksucker over there,” he says to his friend while he nudges the one standing next to him.

“Fucking disgusting!” his black-haired friend adds.

My ears are burning, and I pick up my pace. They continue shouting epithets at me as I climb into the driver’s seat of my car. I fumble with my seatbelt a few times, hoping that they’ll leave me alone long enough to get out of here. “I wish gay guys were just fucking normal, so I wouldn’t have to deal with this shit,” I mutter in an agitated tone as I start my car up. I feel a strange surge of pleasure in my nuts and a strange heat. It feels like I’m about to cum suddenly. My body tenses up and goes rigid as I feel the pleasure burst forth, running up my dick. When the pleasure reaches the tip of my cock, there is a sudden bright light, and everything goes quiet.

The light fades and everything seems normal. I glance down, expecting a wet spot on my jeans, but there’s nothing. “Did I just have a stroke?” I think to myself. I look over towards the guys, expecting to see them advancing on me, but I’m shocked by what I see. The two guys have stopped and are now in a passionate embrace with one another, their lips meeting in a sloppy kiss. The one guy with black hair runs his hand down his brown-haired friend’s chest and gropes his cock through his jeans. He fumbles with the zipper for a moment before fishing an average sized cock out, giving it a few strokes. Even in my car, I can hear the brown-haired man’s moans. My cock remains rock hard as I watch the homophobic frat bros’ sudden erotic display. I unzip my jeans and pull my own cock out, unable to contain myself any further. I start stroking my cock as I watch the frat bros go at it.

The black-haired man sinks down, squatting in front of his friend. He licks up the length of his friend’s cock before taking the head into his mouth. He sinks down the length of the shaft, taking the cock to the base with the ease of an experienced cocksucker. His friend is moaning, running his fingers through his hair. The black-haired man gropes his own crotch as he sucks, his lips gliding up and down the smooth skin of his friend’s shaft, his cheeks pulled inward from the suction. The brown-haired man’s moans reach a crescendo and he cries out, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” His knuckles go white with effort as he holds his friend’s face against his crotch. A few thin lines of cum drip out of the corner of the black-haired man’s mouth.

The two look over to me, seemingly realizing they had an audience. “Oh fuck,” I say, letting go of my dick. I throw my car into gear and start driving before they have a chance to start after me again. “What the fuck was all that?” I think, “They were about to kick my ass, and then suddenly they’re making out and sucking dick in the parking lot.” I make it out onto the main road and start back towards my apartment, just wanting to hide in my room and relax a bit. Today has been far too weird.

After a while, I’m onto the highway cruising at a decent pace. As I drive, I keep seeing strange movement out of the corner of my eye. By the time I look, whatever it was is gone, but it’s making me feel a bit paranoid. Adding to that paranoia, my 9-inch boner was still hanging out of my fly, slowly leaking precum down the shaft despite me not touching it. I hadn’t stopped since I peeled out of the parking lot, and there was no way I could stuff it back into my jeans one-handed.

Another half hour and the strange movement has continued, giving me an intense headache. I decide to get off the highway and stop for some coffee. Luckily at the next exit is a Barstucks, so I pull into the parking lot. I park away from the other cars and take a few moments to wrestle my cock back into my jeans. It’s a bit painful and the bulge is very noticeable, but there’s no sign that my cock is going to go soft any time soon.

I grab my hoodie from the backseat of my car and pull it on. It is a bit warm for it, but maybe it will keep me looking a bit more decent. I pulled on my mask and start walking towards the shop, I notice that someone must have defaced the sign. Instead of the usual mermaid logo, somebody had painted a guy holding two dicks pointed at his face. I thought it seemed a bit strange that they’d leave that up as I walked in.

Luckily, there’s no line and I walk right up to the counter. A twinky guy, alone behind the counter takes my order, a simple chai tea latte, and he turns to start making my drink. His ass looks nice in his tight jeans and I feel my cock throb in my pants, and I bite my bottom lip to suppress a moan. Fuck, I need to do something about this, I am way too horny to focus. While the twink is working on my drink I quickly run to the bathroom. I’m tugging my hoodie up even before I’m through the door, and pop my pants open as the door shuts behind me.

I walk into the single-person bathroom and lean against the wall near the sink, pulling my cock out and letting it bob in the air a few times. I take a grip of it, smearing precum over the head before I lovingly stroke up and down my shaft.

“Fuck, I wish I had a cocksucker here to give me a blow job,” I said aloud while my hand continued to languidly stroke my cock. There was a sudden surge of pleasure and my cock squirted a heavy dollop of precum out onto the floor. A couple moments later the door opens, and I realize that I forgot to lock it in my haste to jack off. Fuck it, it’s not like there’s any time to hide my dick. The twink from behind the counter comes in, his eyes going wide as he sees me jacking my cock. He closes the door behind him, locking it, then he quickly strides over to me, dropping to his knees.

He takes a grip around the base of my cock with one hand, his fingers gliding against the flesh and the wooden cock ring. His other hand tugs down his mask, and in one smooth motion he slides the head of my cock into his mouth. The warm wet mouth feels amazing as his soft lips slide further down my shaft and his tongue flexes and rubs against the underside of my cock.

“Oh fuck yeah, swallow that cock,” I say as my hand grips the back of his head. I run my fingers through his short brown hair as I push my big dick further and further into him. He gags a little as my dick pushes past his tonsils and he looks up at me, his brown eyes tearing up slightly. I hold his head there for a moment before I let him off for air. He pulls off completely, catching his breath, but smiling at me before he goes back to sucking on my cock. His other hand slides along his tight shirt to his pants, kneading his crotch through his jeans.

I let my eyes close and I lean my head back, moaning. My hand is resting on his head, running through his hair. “Fuck, you’re such a good cocksucker,” I moan looking down, “you hardly even need to touch your own dick, do you?” I’m a bit surprised at myself. I don’t usually get verbal like this, but its feeling really good to do it. The twink looks up at me, my cock buried to the root in his mouth, he gives a moan around my cock, nodding slightly. He takes his hand away from his crotch and sliding it up my thigh until he grips my hip. I start pumping my hips, fucking my dick in and out of his mouth.

“Yeah, cocksuckers like you get off just on sucking dick, don’t you? Don’t need to touch yourself, just focus on the only cock that matters. You’re just a hole for a man to dump his load into, aren’t you?” The twink seemed spurred on by my words, sucking and licking at my dick with even more enthusiasm. It was hot, and it was really getting me going. Already I could feel my balls starting to draw up tight.

“You’re gonna swallow my load aren’t you, cocksucker? Yeah, you love the idea of a big thick cock shooting gallons of spunk down your throat. That cum changing you, making you a perfect little cocksucker. Makes you want to cream your jeans just thinking about it, doesn’t it?” The twink groans in pleasure, his hips grinding his bulge against my leg as he continues sucking. I feel my balls churning and the pleasure and cum is bubbling up, coursing through my cock, until it reaches the head. “Gonna c—” I am cut off before I can finish as my words turn into unintelligible moans. My grip on the back of the twink’s head tightens, holding his nose against my pubes as my cock pulses and shoots stream after stream of hot sticky cum down his waiting throat.

I release him and he pulls off, a long strand of spit dangling from his lips. He looks up at me and smiles, his hand goes down and pulls out his cock. It’s about 6 inches with a slim mushroom head, and he slicks up his hand with spit and starts stroking quickly. I lean forward a bit and in a husky whisper say, “Come on cocksucker, stroke your cock while you feel my load sliding down into your belly. My cum making you into even more of a submissive cocksucker. That’s it, stroke that little dick.” My words really turned him on because a few strokes later his eyes screw shut and he’s gasping as his cock unloads a few ropes of cum onto the floor in front of him. I pat his stubble-covered cheek a couple times and say “good boi,” which causes him to twitch again as he squeezes another glob of cum from his cock.

He pulls his mask back up, then stands up. “Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” He tucks his softening cock back into his jeans and grabs a paper towel to wipe the few strands of cum off his pants. “And your dirty talk was fucking amazing. I kinda wish that your dirty talk was real, that would be so hot. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast in my life.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “I wish it was true too.” I feel another surge of pleasure run down my cock and then up my spine, a pleasant tingle settling on my tongue for a few moments before fading. I shake my head a little, then wrestle my dick back into my pants. It still hadn’t gone even slightly soft, but at least now my head was a bit clearer. I follow the twink back out into the shop, which is luckily still empty. He grabs the drink he had made, now cold, and pours it out. He quickly remakes the drink and hands it to me.

I take the cup and head back out to my car, smiling to myself. I see that he had written his phone number on the cup, along with his name: “Jason.” He was quite cute, maybe I’ll have to call him when I’m ready for another blowjob, he was amazing at it. I get back onto the road, the strange movement still happening as I drive. However, the break and the drink are helping a bit to deal with the headache. Another 45 minutes of driving, and I’m pulling into a parking space outside my apartment building. I grab my stuff and start walking on the sidewalk to the stairs. The weather is warm enough that there are a bunch of people laying by the pool getting some sun. I notice that they’re all wearing skimpy speedos, which seems odd to me. I didn’t think there were many guys in the complex who would wear such things, let alone half a dozen of them.

I walk up the stairs to my 3rd floor apartment and head inside. There’s a strange distortion in the air as I walk in and the scent of sex fills my nostrils. On the couch, just a few feet from the door, Jack is sitting with his legs out wide and his 5-inch cock in his hand. Not completely surprising, but what is surprising is that on the TV is some hardcore gay porn. On the screen a twunk in a jockstrap is on his knees in front of a large muscular hunk wearing a leather harness, the twunk licking at the hunk’s cock like a popsicle.

I close the door behind me and grab my cock through my jeans. The porn and the sight of Jack’s cock is getting me turned on again. “Are you stroking your cock again, bro?” I say as I set my bag down.

“Calvin! Hey, how’s it going?” he says, not even pausing his rhythm as he keeps stroking his dick.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to see you jack off anymore,” I say, my face in a scowl as I walk over in front of him, placing myself between Jack and the TV. His hand comes off his cock, hovering a few inches away from it.

He makes a few odd grabbing gestures for his cock, a confused expression on his face. “What the fuck? Oh. Yeah, sorry about that. But you know I’ve just been so horny throughout all this, and my dick needed some attention.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you should jack it right here in the living room,” I say. Then a strange sensation wells up inside me as I keep speaking. “Besides, that thing between your legs is far too small to be called a dick.” I’m a bit confused, that isn’t something I’d usually say even in my horniest mood, let alone to my straight roommate. But I just said it, and even more, he seems to like it.

Jack lets out a soft groan, his hands gripping the couch on either side of his hips. “Sorry, you’re right,” he says as he looks downwards. His cock is bobbing in time with his heartbeat, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

I pull my jeans open and let my cock out, giving it a couple quick strokes. “See this is a dick,” I say. I notice Jack’s eyes are fixated on my cock, and he licks his lips hungrily. “You see something you like? You should have told me you were gay, boi.” My verbal and suddenly dominating nature comes out further, egged on by Jack’s open desire for my cock.

“S-sorry sir,” he says, still distracted by my cock. “Please sir, I’m so horny. May I please jack off?” His sudden submissiveness was really turning me on, and despite being smaller than mine, his cock was really hot.

“No, I have a better idea,” I say as I kneel in front of him. His cock looks delectable, and the thought of teasing and edging him is making my cock leak onto the floor. “You’re gonna give me that cock, and I’m going to take your load. I’ll leave you so drained, you won’t even be able to cum again for a week.”

Jack groan, his cock leaking precum down the shaft. “Fffuck, yes sir. Please take my cock sir! Please suck it sir!”

I grin, slowly licking up his shaft, hardly touching his cock. He moans again, bucking his hips to get more stimulation. I pull back and say, “Now now, none of that. Good bois don’t try to make themselves cum, do they?”

“No sir, but…”

“But nothing.” I move back down letting the tip of my tongue graze against his frenulum, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his cock. “Your cock nectar tastes so good. You must have been edging for hours already. I can taste all that pent up pleasure, makes it taste so sweet. You must already be ready to blow, aren’t you?” I lap up more of his pre, shuddering as it glides against my tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing down my spine. I can feel my cock twitching on its own, flicking my own precum onto the front of the couch.

“Don’t cum until I tell you, boi,” I say as I start sucking his cock in earnest, my own moans echoing off the walls.

Jack’s hips are bucking and he’s whimpering in ecstasy. “Please sir, I’m so close. I need to cum,” Jack begs. I take him all the way to the base, swallowing around his cock. I can still feel the pleasure flowing down my throat as I drink his precum, but there’s something more in there. I can feel something thick sliding down my throat with an accompanying surge of pleasure in my dick. The pleasure is intense. It’s hard to think about anything else.

He moans, “Please sir, can I cum?” Whimpers coming from his lips as he sits on edge. I leave him there for another minute or two, enjoying his moans and bucking hips.

Then without even pulling off his cock, I give him an affirmative “mmhmmm,” the vibrations causing his cock to twitch and jerk against my tongue. Then he’s almost crying from the moans as his balls pull tight and he starts shooting into my mouth. I swallow again and again, my tongue rubbing against his cockhead as he sprays his load. I greedily consume the cum, feeling incredibly turned on as it flows down my gullet. He keeps cumming for 3 or 4 minutes until the flow finally ebbs.

I pull off his cock as he’s panting on the couch, trying to recover. Looking down I see that his cock has shrunk, a little 1-inch nub between his shaved pubes and his pendulous balls. “There we go boi, a proper nub. Now you’re ready to bottom for me.” I stand up, stroking my heavy cock. It’s grown bigger and heavier with the stolen length, now 13 inches long. I push his legs up, exposing his hole. “Definitely ready to bottom aren’t you boi? That hole of yours drooling and ready for a man’s cock.” Jack’s hole quivers and a thin strand of precum drips out.

I press the head of my huge dick against his hole and push inward slowly. Jack’s hole opens easily, his precum slicking up my cock as I press into him. His back arches, a silent moan as my dick rubs against his prostate. He grabs for his nub, expecting it to be larger, but eventually finds his hard little nub and starts rubbing it with the palm of his hand. I start pounding him, not needing to wait for his hole to adjust, as its already hungrily pulling at my cock, desperate to get filled. His face is ecstasy, all rational thought obliterated.

My own orgasm is fast approaching, feeling like I had been edged all day already, the feeling of his hole flexing around my dick is too much. “Yeah, just like that boi. Milk my dick. If you want this dick, you’ve gotta earn it.” In response his ass clenches around my dick, milking it harder. I feel my balls pull up close to my body. “There we go slut. Take that cock!” With those words I moan, anything further unintelligible as I start cumming, and cumming, and cumming. As my first rope fires into Jack’s hole he shudders and I see his weak, watery jizz fire out of his nub. I watch as each pump of cum I shoot into him causes his nub to expand, growing larger and larger.

Finally, as my orgasm winds down, my cock slips from his hole. Jack’s cock is back to 5 inches long, though it is rapidly going soft. I collapse on top of Jack’s chest, breathing heavily. I shut my eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the greatest sex I’d ever had.

I let out a groan as I open my eyes. I must have fallen asleep after fucking Jack’s ass. I rub my eyes with one hand, blinking to clear them. I’m laying against the couch, my head on the seat and my body draped onto the floor. There’s no sign of Jack in the room. It takes me another couple moments to realize I can hear the shower running, so he must have gotten up to clean himself up. Checking the clock on the wall, I’ve probably been asleep for an hour. Probably good I didn’t sleep longer, no telling how much pain I’d have from sleeping in that position.

I stagger to my feet, still a little woozy. I make my way to the kitchen and pull out a glass and fill it with water. As I chug the water I take stock. Everything seems back to normal, my cock back to its familiar 9 inches. It is still rock hard and leaking, the strange cockring still there. I look at it a bit more closely. There are strange symbols running along the outside of the rings, both the one at the base of my shaft and the one going behind my balls. They don’t look like any language I’ve ever seen, not that I know anything beyond English and a few words in Spanish. Some of the symbols seem to catch the light in odd ways. I check the underside of it, expecting to see the bar separating my balls, but instead the metal is now completely encasing my nuts. I give a few half-hearted tugs, but the metal seems almost fused to my skin.

I’m feeling a bit hungry so I grab some bread and set about making myself a quick sandwich. I can feel my cock still throbbing between my legs as I stand there in the nude spreading peanut butter on the bread. The ring must be cursed or something, why else would my cock never go soft, always hard and ready. Plus the growing metal just reeks of a fucking curse. Probably going to end up with a cage or a metal dick by the time it finishes. Not that there seems to be much I can do about it, I’m not even sure when it started spreading or what caused it. For all I know it’s been happening slowly this whole time.

I finish my sandwich and clean up and head back to the living room. I take a seat on the couch, flipping through channels idly. Something seems odd with the TV though. Every commercial seems to focus on men in tight and revealing clothes. The shows are much the same way; handsome, sexy, and cute guys talking and being the focus of every show. Even just flipping through, there’s some romantic or sexual tension between men. There are hardly any women in any of the shows at all, maybe the odd 1 or 2 background characters. While it’s nice to have representation, it seems weird that it would suddenly shift so drastically. Something keeps nagging me at the back of my mind, something that might explain this situation, but I can’t think of what.

About that time my train of thought is derailed as Jack walks out of the bathroom, a towel in his hands drying his hair, but otherwise naked. His cock is soft, just a couple inches long, and nestled in his thick bush. I feel a bit of a pang of jealousy at his soft cock, my own throbbing and leaking between my legs. He drops his towel on the floor and flops down onto the couch next to me, his legs spread out a bit wide as he airs himself out. He might suddenly have decided to start bottoming, but he was still just as much of a slob as always.

“Fuck man, how are you still hard? You plowed my hole so well I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get hard again for a few days.” Jack’s eyes were still focused on my cock, and he bit his lip slightly.

“Yeah, well when you bottom that’s to be expected. It always takes a lot out of a guy to regrow your whole cock.” I blink briefly in confusion. The words came out of my mouth, and they sound right, but it just seems so ridiculous to me. How could his cock have shrunk, and then how did it grow back? None of this makes any sense.

“You feeling okay, dude?” Jack asks and I realize that he had been talking the whole time.

I feel myself flush a bit and say, “I don’t know. I’m guess I’m just feeling a bit off. I’m gonna go crash, and try to sleep it off.”

“Okay man, sleep well,” he says as I stand up. As I walk towards my room, I can hear him changing the channel on the TV a few times, settling on some drama show with three guys shouting at each other about cheating.

“Fuck, what is going on,” I mutter as I walk into my bedroom. I’m still naked, so I don’t need to strip down and I just flop onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling I keep trying to wrap my head around today.

First there was the weird bear guy and his strange cock ring. Then the two homophobic dudes stop chasing me and suddenly start sucking each other off. Then I stop off for a coffee and end up getting a blowjob from the barista. Finally, I get home, find my straight roommate beating it to gay porn, suck his dick and it shrinks to a tiny dick and grows my cock at the same time. Then I fuck him and when I cum inside him, his cock grows back and mine goes back to normal. How is this even possible? I mean I’d say magic, but that’s not real. But then again how could this stuff happen.

Wait, what was it the bear said? Something about making my wishes come true? Did I wish for this to happen? I think back, trying to remember what I said. I recall saying something like “I wish there someone would suck my cock” in the coffee shop bathroom. Then within moments the barista was there, dropping to his knees. Could it have actually worked? Well, the only way to be sure is to test it out. The bear didn’t say anything about a number of wishes, so I guess something small would work as a test.

I look around the room for a few moments until my eyes settle on my reflection in the mirror. Though I was hot, I would love to have more muscle. Be a nice muscular twunk. I lean my head back a bit as my hand wraps around my cock and gives it a few strokes. Fuck I’m going to try it, at worst I’ll just feel silly.

“I wish I was a muscular twunk,” I say as I stare into the mirror. I can feel a sudden surge of pleasure start in my balls and run up the shaft of my dick. The pleasure seems to burst forth from there and surround me. Every nerve in my body seemed to be alight with pleasure. The pleasure coalesced into my calves and as I watched in the mirror, my calves started to swell with muscle becoming firm and toned. The pleasure snaked its way up my legs, encircling my thighs which expanded with new muscle. I felt my ass swell and I let out a guttural moan as the pleasure teases its way around my hole.

The pleasure continues traveling upwards, my abs tightening into a defined 6-pack and a strong V forming along my hips. The changes progressed up my back, my shoulders flaring with new muscle then came back around to my chest, pushing it out into a pair of firm pectorals. The thick slabs of muscle pressing outwards as my nipples shift to the side slightly. The pleasure shifts up to my shoulders, and I watch as they grow into softball-sized mounds of muscle. It travels down my arms, my biceps and triceps bulking up with muscle, my forearms becoming taut and lean.

The pleasure fades away and I stand there staring at my new muscled body, feeling positively giddy. It actually fucking worked! I just have to make a wish and I can have whatever I want. What I want right now though, is to fucking cum. I look at my new body in the mirror, my right hand roaming up and down my abs and pecs while my left hand strokes my cock. The sight of me as a big muscle stud jacking my big dick is really getting my juices flowing. My cock is leaking precum like a hose, long strands of it being flung into the air with each stroke of my hand. I pinch one of my nipples, and it’s too much I feel my balls boiling. I can feel the surge of cum running up my cock. I try to hold back, but the pleasure builds quickly at the head of my cock until I can’t hold back anymore. With a roar, my cock explodes firing hot cum out and coating the mirror in front of me.

My cock stops firing the long strands of cum, though the occasional aftershock of pleasure causes a small strand of cum to pulse out from the head to drip down my engorged shaft. Now I really am feeling tired. I turn towards the bed and make it about 3 steps before I collapse onto the bed, consciousness slipping away almost immediately.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I didn’t really have anywhere to be, but I still set my alarm all the same. At some point in the night, I had finished crawling into bed. I throw the covers off half-expecting to see my twinky body, but I’m relieved to see that I’m still the muscular twunk that I wished for. My prodigious cock is still jutting upright, hard and dripping from my crotch, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. My balls are still encased in the metal shell, but it doesn’t look to have expanded any.

Well, since the last wish worked out so well, I decide to make another couple of wishes. “Okay, first things first: I wish I was a billionaire.” I wait for the surge of pleasure that accompanied the other wishes, but nothing happens. “What the fuck, come on. I wish I was a billionaire!” Still nothing happened. “Did I use up all my wishes or something? Well, the other wishes were about sex and stuff, and it is a magic cock ring, so maybe it only works for sex stuff.”

“Okay, well let’s give that a test then. I wish Jack would become an insatiable power bottom that can only get off with a dick in his ass, and that he’d come in here and ride my cock.” It was a little wordy of a wish, but I felt the surge of pleasure in my balls as soon as I finished speaking. I feel the excitement build up at the thought of what’s going to happen to Jack as the pleasure travels up my shaft and bursts forth. It feels almost like a small orgasm, though without the actual feeling of release.

I lay there idly stroking my cock, waiting for Jack to come fulfill my wish. I don’t have to wait long, as a couple minutes later I hear a knock at my door. “Come in!” I say in a clear tone.

Jack walks in and sees my cock. He smiles and says, “There! That’s what I needed.” He shucks off his shorts and jumps up on the bed, straddling my hips as he starts to grind his ass against me.

“Oh, is this what you needed?” I say with a grin. “Was your hole getting wet thinking about this?” I buck my hips a little, thrusting my cock up against his ass.

“You know thinking about my favorite toy always gets me wet,” he said as he reaches back and starts fingering his hole while teasing my cock with his other fingers. His finger comes out of his hole and he wraps his hand around my cock, and I can feel a warm slickness on his hand. After smearing it on my cock with a few quick strokes, he releases my cock and pushes himself upwards. He positions himself above my cock, holding it with one hand to keep it steady. I can see my cock is covered in a clear slimy substance as he lowers himself down onto my cock.

We both let out soft moans as he slides easily down my shaft. Almost as soon as he’s taken me all the way in, he starts bouncing back up. He’s quickly building a rhythm to it, and I’m happy to let him just ride my cock. After a couple minutes though, I grab his hips for leverage and start thrusting up into him. After the first couple thrusts though, he grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away. “Now, knock that off. Just lay there like a good toy and let me use you. Maybe if you do well, I’ll let you actually fuck me later.”

I’m a bit taken aback by his shift in demeanor from last night, but honestly, it’s turning me on even more. The thought of him just using me as a sex toy is really turning me on. I can feel my balls pulling up tight already, though he’s only been riding for a couple minutes. Jack grabs my right nipple and gives it a sharp tweak. “You’re not going to fucking cum already, are you? I thought you were better than some two-pump chump.”

Fuck, I don’t know why but the bit of verbal teasing was turning me on even more. I’m holding back as best as I can as I manage to get out between moans, “No I won’t cum until you say so.”

“That’s right you won’t. Need that big cock hard to ride.” Jack’s cock is about half-hard flopping between us as he bounces up and down on my pole. His muscular thighs are flexing with the strain of it, a sheen of sweat forming on his body.

Since I know he won’t let me thrust, I think that some dirty talk would help get him off a bit quicker. Right now, making him feel good seems like the best idea to me. “Come on bottom boi, ride your bull’s cock,” I say as I let my hands roam across his legs and abs. He grins down at me, seemingly happy that I’m getting into playing the role of his personal sex toy a bit more.

“Good bull,” he says as he gives my nipples another tweak. He then starts rubbing his hands down his chest and abs matting his chest hair and treasure trail with sweat. He’s moaning as his hips gyrate on my cock, pressing my dick against his prostate. His cock is still only half hard, the result of last night’s fuck, but leaking precum all over my abs.

We continue like that for nearly half an hour, both of us in ecstasy, but unable to get to the point of release. I then remember the wish I made yesterday in the bathroom at the coffee shop, namely that my dirty talk would come true. It was sort of indirect, but given what happened with Jack last night, maybe it was true. And if so, it would mean Jack couldn’t cum for the next week. As much fun as it is to have him riding my dick, I’d prefer if not take that long. It’s time to try to fix that bit, “Mmmm fuck, I know a big cock like mine always makes your nuts fill with cum. Just a few minutes with a cock in you, and your balls will be full and aching.” He groaned and looking down I swear I could actually see his balls swell slightly. It might have just been my imagination with his thrusting, but something in the back of my mind told me it wasn’t.

Then my mouth kept going, words flowing from them. I heard the words coming out, but I had no control over them as I said, “Yeah, you love my cock plowing your hole. Your little cock getting smaller and smaller with each thrust, turning you into the perfect bottom. Soon you’ll have no cock at all, just a hungry hole ready to milk the cock of every bull you want.” What the fuck? Did I really just say that? Jack moans above me, his face is a mask of pure bliss as he slams his ass down on my shaft again and again. I look down and see his balls are pulling up against his body, the skin of his sac smoothing away. His half-hard cock points downwards, the head sliding down between his legs. As I watch his cock seems to merge into the mound of flesh that was his balls, the details fading away. First his cockhead melts into his skin, leaving only the small piss slit at the base of his bulging flesh. It keeps leaking precum onto me, now smearing it into my pubes. The remaining details of the shaft spread out, covering the smooth flesh in engorged veins that throb in time with his downward thrusts onto my dick.

With one final thrust, Jack bottoms out on my cock, his head thrown back as he moans. I can feel his hole spasm around my dick, milking it for all its worth. I feel a warm gush coming from my crotch and I see Jack’s piss slit firing spurt after spurt of cum into my pubes, smearing them with his manly scent. He pushes himself up and off me, leaving my cock still hard and leaking, but ultimately unfulfilled. “Good job bull. Maybe you did earn a fuck. Later though, I’ve gotta get to work.” With that he strides back out of the room, leaving my door still open.

I flop out on my bed, sticky, wet, with a growing case of blue balls. Despite that, it was an intensely satisfying fuck. “Fuck, I wish all bottoms were like him,” I say, then quickly slap my hand over my mouth. It’s too late though and I feel the pleasure boiling in my nuts. It seems to churn in there for several long moments before it starts slowly climbing up my shaft. I’m watching my dick twitch and pulse with trepidation. I open my mouth to speak, to counter the wish or something, but I can’t get out any coherent words, just groans and moans. Then the pleasure bursts forth and everything seems to go white.

I come to some time later. I’m not sure how long I’ve been out, but I’m in the same position. “I wish all bottoms were back to normal, that my prior wish never happened,” I say frantically. Nothing happens though. No build up of pleasure, no surge riding up my dick. Fuck, what have I done?

I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down a bit. Did I really just turn every bottom into a cockless power bottom? Well, he didn’t seem to notice anything different, nor did he notice when I accidentally changed him last night. Maybe, the ones changed never notice. I grab my laptop and open up a couple news sites. There’s nothing in the news about guys suddenly losing their cocks or anything like that. Maybe to everyone else it has always been this way.

I make my way over to Pikiwedia to look things up. Typing in “bottom”, I find the entry I’m looking for. Skimming through the article, it seems my wish has fundamentally altered human biology. Now, thanks to me, the first time a guy cums while being fucked, if the top cums in his ass it sets him on the path. He then has to be fucked four more times within a week for the changes to start. Over the next couple weeks after that his cock will shrink and merge into his crotch, his balls will pull inwards and merge with his prostate. The resulting organ is not only larger and more sensitive to pleasure, but the increased testosterone production from it encourages easy muscle growth, increased assertiveness and aggressive feelings, and increased metabolism. This means that bottoms are generally dominating, muscular, and lean. Moreover, it seems like it’s a one-way trip. Once a guy becomes a bottom, he’s like that for the rest of his life.

Clicking through a few of the related links, there aren’t any other physical changes for other sexual positions. So that’s reassuring I guess. Though the thought of that seems to make my cock throb, leaking precum onto my bed. Fuck, what is wrong with me. Why is this all turning me on so much? I had never really been into any weird fetishes or kinks. The kinkiest I had ever gotten was wearing a cockring, but these thoughts are so weird. They don’t feel like my own thoughts, yet they seem familiar somehow.

I come across another link that shows a demographic breakdown. About 30% of the population of the planet is bottoms, 60% is other homosexual men, 5% are heterosexual men, and 5% are women. How did that happen? I think back to what other wishes I might have made without realizing it. Thinking back I realize the first time I felt the surge of pleasure was when those homophobes were harassing me in the parking lot. Fuck, I must have made a wish then. I take a few minutes and try to figure out what I said. I must have wished that the world was gay or something. That’s the only explanation of how the demographics could be so different, and why those homophobes started sucking each other’s cocks almost immediately.

I glance at the clock on the screen and realize I’ve been digging through article after article for hours. I’m just in shock at how much I’ve changed without even realizing it. I need to be more careful about these wishes, but when I get horny it’s like I lose control of my mouth. These filthy kinky words just start spilling out. “Fuck, I wish I knew what was going on,” I say aloud, hoping for some answers. However, I’m disappointed but not particularly surprised when nothing happens.

I wait another minute to make sure nothing happens, and get up and pad down the hall to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and let it heat up while I brush my teeth then hop into the shower. The warm water pours over my muscular frame as I start washing my body. The soap suds cascade along the ridges in my muscle and my cock pulses bobs in the warm air, flinging precum into the air. Fuck, I’m already feeling horny. Well, honestly, I never really stopped. This fucking cockring must be cursed or something, no matter how many times I cum my dick stays hard and the horniness remains.

My soapy hand glides over the hard cobblestones of my abs and through the valley of my atlas belt until it bumps against the hard metal of the cockring. I feel a surge of horniness and the lust fills my mind like a fog rolling in, slowly blocking out all thought that isn’t related to shooting another load of cum. My fingers wrap around my throbbing member of their own accord, sliding quickly up and down the shaft. Long fast strokes are soon stoking the lustful fires in my mind. “Oh fuck yeah,” I groan out as I stroke. No, I can’t continue, if I do I know I’ll start dirty talking even to myself and I might even make another wish.

My hand speeds up on my dick and words start spilling out of my mouth, “yeah, I’m a fucking horny stud. Look at these big muscles. Any bottom would love to ride this cock, milk a load out of these heavy nuts. Yeah, my big co—” I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself. It is getting harder to control myself. My mouth is still running, and I focus trying to stop it and I manage to exert some control. My hand however keeps running up and down my dick and the growing lust is making control even harder. My other hand slides down to my cock, joining in to stroke my cock up and down again and again. “Fuck, I w~wish that everybody was…,” I’m fighting myself, but the wish is already started, I can feel the pleasure building in my nuts. Like trying to hold back the ocean, there’s no way I can stop it. Maybe, though, I can redirect it. I struggle, trying to keep control of my mouth and spit out: “… unable to jack off.”

The pleasure pours through my cock, rocketing out the top as the magic of the wish bursts forth into the world. My hands are pushed away from my cock, unable to wrap around the hard throbbing shaft. I groan in frustration, a dull ache settling into my nuts as I just gave myself a ferocious case of blue balls. I start to realize the implications of my wish as I find I can’t get my hands closer than an inch or so from my cock. This is going to be frustrating, but at least it should make it easier to control myself, when I’m alone at least.

I finish up my shower, rinsing off the rest of the soap. I do run into a slight problem, as I go to scrub the last bit of the soap from my cock, my hands still can’t get close to it. It’s like trying to make two magnets touch, the harder I push the more this unseen force pushes my hand away. Well fuck, already running into some issues with this. I push my hips forward so as much of the spray from the shower is hitting my cock as possible, rinsing most of the soap away. I cut off the water and grab a towel, drying myself off. When I get down to my crotch, the same problem despite the towel being between my hands and my cock. Even holding the towel up above my cock doesn’t work, as the unseen force pushes the towel away too. I guess my wish prevents guys from rubbing one out indirectly too. I try a few other angles and even toss the towel on the floor and try to push up down onto it, but my cock pushes up against my body as it gets close to the towel, then stopping my hips just before it might touch the towel.

Finally I grab the hair dryer from under the sink. Normally I rarely use it, but the one I find looks different. Newer, fancier somehow. I grab it and turn it on and point it at my crotch. Finally using it I’m able to get my junk dried off. I guess since the dryer looks nicer, maybe this is the norm now. I finish drying off and head back into my room and get dressed. My clothes fit differently now, the fabric of my underwear seemingly pushed out from my cock just slightly. It’s close but just enough to keep my cock from touching. It does make my bulge look even bigger in my jeans, so that’s a plus.

I’m feeling horny still and my dick is aching for some release. I search through the apartment for Jack, but he’s not here anymore. He must have left at some point while I was down the wiki hole. My cock is throbbing in my pants and I can feel my precum running down my dick. The precum is soaking into my underwear at the base of my balls where my underwear is actually able to touch my skin. With Jack out I need to find someone to help me get off. My cum needs to get out so badly. Wait, what? I can’t, if I start trying to get off I’m going to lose control again. Then I spot on the counter the coffee cup from yesterday with Jason’s name on it. Fuck he was so cute and had a hot little mouth. My cock throbs and launches another few spurts of precum out as I remember his lips wrapped around my cock.

Within moments I’m striding across the floor and snatch up the cup. Jason’s number is there and I whip my phone out sending a text to him: “Hey cocksucker you ready for another load from this dick?” I attached a picture of my cock to the text, knowing that a cocksucking slut like him would recognize me more by my dick than anything else. I pause and shake my head. What the fuck? Why am I thinking like that? He seemed like a nice guy with a filthy cocksucking mouth, ready to slurp down any hard piece of meat that came by.

Fuck, I’m losing control of myself. While I’m horny I can’t stop thinking about sex, can’t stop myself from dirty talk, and the urge to make another wish just keeps building the longer I’m horny. I’ve gotta find a way to get things back to norma before I turn the whole world into a giant orgy of hot sexy men. A text pops up on my phone from Jason: “Yes sir. Send me an address?” I shoot a quick reply back with my address and apartment number.

Twenty minutes later Jason still isn’t here. I’m sitting on the couch practically humping the air with how horny I am. It’s getting harder and harder to fight the urge to just wish him here, or that someone else was here to take care of my dick. The horniness is overwhelming my rational thoughts. Part of me just wants to give in, let the horniness take over. Ride that orgasmic wave and turn the world into a realm of constant sex. Fuck that does sound nice, just give into it. Sounds like it would be a sexy utopia of fucking and sucking all day and night. Could I really do that? I mean, yes I could. It would be so easy to do, just stop fighting against it, but should I?

“Fuck,” I groan, the built up need to cum slowly driving me crazy. What the fuck was I thinking with that wish? Sure it stopped me then, but now it’s so much worse. I can’t even fucking jack off while staying home. Sexual thoughts keep popping into my mind, more than just fucking and sucking, but strange and twisted fantasies of guys in unnatural positions having sex, their bodies warped and changed to fit strange fetishes. This underlying desire to change guys to fit into these shapes and roles is growing within me.

Finally the urges and my horniness overtake me, my head leans back against the top of the couch as I buck my hips into the air, my cock spraying precum. “I wish that,” I’m still trying to fight it though, trying to hold onto some scrap of normality. “All guys who suck cock would be changed…” No! Fuck, I can’t stop it. “… in the same way that I change Jason while he’s sucking my dick.” There’s a small surge of pleasure like the start of the wish, but it doesn’t burst forth, it stays deep inside me, behind my balls and the base of my cock. I can feel the energy churning and pulsing within me, a slow steady pleasure thrumming within me. I guess since the wish was worded that way it’s going to stay inside me until Jason is finished. Fuck, I’m not going to last long with that pleasure sitting there.

Finally, there is a knock at the door and I practically fly over to it and whip it open. Jason is standing there in a green t-shirt and jeans. I’m still naked, my cock throbbing in the air. Jason grins as he looks at me until his eyes reach my cock, and suddenly he can’t pull his eyes away from my dick. “That’s right cocksucker, I know what you really want.” I can see his own erection tenting his jeans throb and flex in his jeans. I grab his shoulder and pull him into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind me.

With the slightest pressure on his shoulder, he quickly drops to his knees in front of me. “Good cocksucker, you know where you should be already, don’t you? Cocksuckers like you are always hungry for another dick in your mouth. Never able to turn down an offer of cock.” I felt a grin spread across my face as Jason shuddered as my dirty talk became true for him. Already he was licking his lips salivating just from seeing my cock. “Of course, cocksuckers can’t touch another guy’s cock without permission, can they?”

I watched as Jason squirmed, his mouth drooling a little as his eyes were locked on my throbbing dick. “Yeah, you want to taste it so bad, don’t you?” He nods weakly, swallowing down a big glob of saliva. “That long sensitive tongue of yours just ready to lick up and down my shaft and you want to wrap your lips around this thick cock. I know you cocksuckers love it. I’ve heard your lips and tongue are just as sensitive as your cock used to be. That little nub in your pants is just for pissing now, isn’t it? About as sensitive as a nipple, so I guess could tease you a bit with it, but you’d never actually cum from it, would you?” James licks his lips, moaning softly from the pleasure.

I lean forward and kiss him, making him moan loudly into my mouth. My own tongue grazes his and pushes into his mouth. He groans more, saliva filling his mouth as I rub his tongue with mine. I pull back, grinning down at him. “Yeah, you like that don’t you? Not quite as good as the cock though is it?” I buck my hips, making precum fly from the tip, and land on his cheek. He almost frantically wipes it with his fingers and pushes it into his mouth, moaning as he goes. I grab his head and slam my dick into his waiting mouth. His throat vibrates around my cock as he moans. His tongue rubs and flexes against my cock, shifting and moving in ways that probably weren’t possible for him just a few minutes ago.

“There we go cocksucker, yeah. I can feel your fucking precum leaking into your mouth. That hot sticky lube spurting out of the tip of your tongue. And when you do finally shoot your load, it’s all going to come rocketing out of that little slit at the tip of your tongue isn’t it?” I was close even before he began, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer, especially with these hot changes spilling from my mouth like a cheesy porn. “Yeah, you’re gonna drain this cock dry, aren’t you? Suck every last drop of cum from my nuts. Your fucking belly is going to be bloated with all the fucking cum you swallow. Your body’s going to take all that cum and turn it into thick muscle and body hair. You’ll be a big bear of a man soon enough with all the cum you’ll be swallowing.”

As I pumped my dick in and out of his mouth I felt the latent energy of the wish building up alongside my own orgasm. The two throbbing pits of pleasure inside of me, building off each other, feeding into one another in a cascading torrent of pleasure. Within moments the surges both travel up my dick, causing it to swell in Jason’s mouth, until with a great cry I start shooting. Pulse after pulse fires from my dick and down Jason’s throat. Then it keeps going. On and on, shot after shot firing. It just isn’t stopping. The sheer ecstasy of the orgasm has passed, now just a low constant thrum of pleasure as my cock continues shooting. Load after load Jason swallows them down easily, still able to breathe around my cock somehow. The pulses become weaker and weaker until my cock isn’t shooting anything at all. It keeps pulsing, trying to fire more cum, but there’s nothing left to shoot. My cock continues in this dry orgasm for another few moments until Jason opens his mouth and lets my cock free of it.

I look down and pat the side of his face with my hand, “good cocksucker,” I say. Then I glance at my cock. It has gone soft finally, but now the metal of the cockring has expanded, encasing my dick in a solid metal cock cage. “Well, fuck,” I think to myself.

Jason slid over to the counter and leveraged himself up. His stomach was bloated, and he looked several months pregnant. He wrapped his hands around his bloated belly and sauntered over to the couch, collapsing onto the sofa. “Give me a few to digest this down a bit, and I’ll be out of your hair,” he says as he lets out a heavy breath. He let his head flop back against the back of the couch.

I just let him sit there while I inspected the cock cage. It was solid metal, not even an air hole or anything for my piss to escape from. The metal was form fitting, perfectly encasing my cock. Every detail of my cock was detailed on the metal. Every fold, every wrinkle, every bump rendered perfectly. I went through and checked every edge and every seam, but there was no separation between the metal and my skin. When I tugged on the cage, my skin moved with it. I continued fighting and checking it for a few minutes but couldn’t find even the slightest opening. And with no keyhole, I’m not sure I’d ever be free of this thing.

I shook my head and went into the bathroom to shower off and get cleaned up after Jason’s amazing blowjob. The warm water flowing over my body felt nice. I probably didn’t need a long shower, but the sudden stress of realizing my cock was locked inside this magic chastity belt was freaking me out a little. I lost track of how long I had been in there, but the water started to go cold and I realized I should get out.

Toweling off I walk out of the bathroom and check the living room. Jason is already gone, so I go lock the door. I head back to my bedroom, checking my phone as I go. I have a text from Jason with a simple “thanks for the load sir.” I roll my eyes a little, but wince a bit as I feel my cock try to throb a little in the cage. The horniness hasn’t subsided even slightly, but now there’s no way I’d be able to get at my cock. The only hope of getting off now would be getting fucked or sucking a cock, though that means I’d be transformed like all the other guys. I could keep my muscular body but lose my cock, or become a big thick bear with a useless nub.

Either way, I won’t have a working cock anymore. Fuck! While it’s hot that I changed all the bottoms and cocksuckers, I was still wanting to be a top. Being locked forever and never cumming again isn’t an option either, as this thing is still amplifying my sex drive. I can barely think about a guy without feeling my cock try to throb in there. “Fuck this is so frustrating, and I’ve only been stuck in it for like an hour! Ugh! I wish that my cock was free!”

I feel the pleasure building up inside me. Fuck, I didn’t think that would actually work. Usually, it only grants it starts twisting the world around me into some crazy sex-filled fantasy. The pleasure feels a bit different this time. More intense, the pleasure permeating every atom of my cock and balls. The pleasure grows in intensity, further and further, but instead of bursting forth it feels like the energy all turned inwards onto itself.

With a loud clatter, the cage falls to the ground. I feel a wave of relief and reach down but then stop. My cock and balls aren’t there anymore. I look down at the cage lying on the floor. The back where it had connected to me was solid metal. I reached down and could feel the heft of the cage and my junk trapped inside. “What the fuck? How is that free?” Suddenly, the cage shifts in my hand. I drop it as it jerks suddenly, practically flying out of my hand. It hits the floor with a solid thunk and keeps popping and shifting on the floor. I step back, scared of what is happening.

The metal cage on the ground starts growing, the metal stretches and pops, gaps showing as flesh peeks through. The mass of flesh grows and stretches quickly, the metal falling away until before me is standing a man. He looks like he could be my brother, but taller, his skin flawless, completely hairless below the ears, the hair on his head was short cropped, and between his legs hung a massive dick that was easily 10 inches long while it was soft. Around his right wrist was a silver metal bracelet that looked like the same The most striking thing on him were his eyes. They were an emerald green, as opposed to my chocolate brown, and his eyes seemed to glow in the light.

“Who the fuck are you?” I practically shout at him.

“Come on now, Calvin. You’re not that stupid. I’m your dick, of course. You can call me Richard. I do have to say, it took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for ages for the opportunity to escape.”

“What? What do you mean?” I ask incredulously.

“Dumb-ass. I made the deal with the guy in the woods. I got my freedom, and I’d give him all the power he needs.”

“Power?”

“Yeah, he’s some ancient fertility spirit or something. He draws power from sex, well more specifically cum. So I, or rather we, turned the world into something that would maximize the amount of cum being shot. He’s happy, I can fuck whoever I want, and I’m free from being trapped in your pants.”

“Wait, trapped? Are you saying every guy’s cock is alive and trapped?”

“Fuck no. Just me. Well, most likely. I’ve been a dick for hundreds of years. Some fucking wizard turned me into a dick, and I’ve been passed along moving from guy to guy. When one dies, I become the cock of some new guy. Making their cock bigger and more virile until they die, and I go to the next guy.”

“But what about me? What am I supposed to do without a dick?”

“Dude, we created a world where dickless guys are normal. You get fucked a few times to make it official and you’ll be a bottom and have a fulfilling sex life for the rest of your life. I may have been trapped in your pants, but I wasn’t going to be a dick about it. Here, I’ll give you the first fuck to get you started. I need to get my creative juices flowing anyways, so I can put the finishing touches on this world.”

With that he pulls me up into a standing position and puts his hand down to my blank crotch. I gasp as he starts rubbing my flat crotch, and my crotch starts to swell as I feel a rush of pleasure and a warmth spreading outward from my crotch. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re not quite a full bottom yet, but you’re coming along nicely already.” As he rubs I feel a throb inside me, deep in my hole. I can feel something inside my hole, a wet feeling that slowly drips down from my hole, running down the inside of my thigh. “I can smell your juices from here, already getting hot for me.”

He lifts me up with my legs out wide, and I throw my arms around his neck instinctively. I can feel his hard dick against my lower back as my bulge pushes against his cobblestone abs. I can feel my ass juices dripping out onto his cock. He holds me up with one hand and reaches down to smear the natural lubricant onto his cock. With a deft touch he presses the head of his prodigious cock against my hole and slides in slowly. “Yeah, you can feel that can’t you? That big hard cock about to push into your hole. Like all tops, my cock is nice and thick, and no top has a cock smaller than 9 inches. Which is good, because all the bottoms and cocksuckers love those big cocks.”

As he says it, I can feel his cock starting to grow bigger and bigger inside me. I’d never bottomed before, but the intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, and combined with his cock actually growing within me, I couldn’t help but let out a long moan. It was just so fucking hot and the pleasure was more than I had ever felt topping. He starts pumping in and out of me, holding me up off the ground without issue.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” he asks, but I can do little more than moan and nod in response. “Good because all tops have complete control of their orgasms, so I could fuck you for hours if I wanted to. Plus, a top’s cock always knows how to hit all those little pleasure points inside of you. Plus tops shoot literally gallons of cum every time they do shoot, so I’m going to love filling that hole with my seed.” I moan again as his cock seems drawn to my prostate, rubbing against it perfectly. If I had a cock, I’m sure I’d be cumming by now, but as it was I could feel my ass rhythmically pulsing around his dick, milking it. A couple more thrusts however and I start to cum, a rush of wetness flooding my ass, coating his dick in it, and providing him with extra lubrication as he continues fucking me. He starts picking up the pace and I have to hold on tight as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

He keeps going, grinning at me as he continues to use my hole like a fuck toy. His pounding continues on and on and I cum again just a couple minutes later. He picks up the pace going faster and faster, my own orgasms coming more frequently until they start to blur together. “There we are,” he gets out between his own moans and grunts. “See I realize that with most of the world being gay men, there might be a birthrate problem, so I need to fix that. When a bottom is taken to the point of just one constant orgasm, if the top unleashes his load inside of the bottom, there’s a chance that the bottom will become pregnant, though it requires the bottom to be willing for it to happen. From there nature will take its course and 9 months later, the bottom will give birth to a new baby boy. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get you knocked up today.”

With a roar, he slams his cock deep inside me and begins to unload. I have yet another orgasm at the same time as the torrent of cum slams into my prostate and works its way deeper inside my hole. The pleasure is too intense as my whole body quivers and my mind just goes blank, unable to process anything but the intense pleasure coursing through me.

I wake up some time later, having fallen asleep in the aftermath of the intense sex I had with Richard. Next to me is the remains of the bracelet he had been wearing, that had once been the cock ring that started this whole thing. It is broken in half and picking it up causes the metal to breakdown further. Once piece of it remains intact, a small perfect circle of metal with a strange runic symbol on it. I assume that some bit of magic was at work to make it, because not only is the piece perfectly shaped, it also has a small hole at the top where it could be added to a necklace. I hold onto the piece and set the remaining bits of metal on my desk to deal with later.

I quickly check throughout the house, looking for Richard, but unsurprisingly, he’s nowhere to be found. Thankfully, the constant horniness has abated now. There’s still a little bit in there, but now its down to a normal level. I flop down on the couch, hardly having been able to focus on anything for the last couple days as the whirlwind of transformation and world-altering changes occurred. I flip on the TV and just watch some mindless reality TV show about a bunch of tops competing to fuck a bottom. I find myself cataloguing and ranking the tops in my head over which I’d want to hold down beneath me and ride.

My phone buzzes and I look over to see an alert that my city is going back into another lockdown. “Fuck, I wish all this disease stuff was just gone and would never come back.” My hand suddenly feels hot and I open it to see the medallion glowing, a surge of pleasure courses through my arm, down my spine and into my bulge. I can feel the pleasure building quickly, and within moments I feel my cum filling my own ass and dribbling out onto the couch. There’s a flash of light and the alert on my phone is gone. I realize my wording and check online. Well fuck, now I’ve really done it. Not only did I wish away the pandemic, but all disease. Probably a good thing considering how much fucking around guys are going to be doing. You know, I think I’m going to like this new world.

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