*** Cooperation***
Anthony walked into the Jockhole looking for swimwear that would not look ridiculous on his tall, fat body.
Behind the counter was a jock in a polo shirt, with an undercut in orange – the same dye color the jock was holding as he looked at the mirror.
"Oh hey," the jock said. "How can I help you?"
"You're the shopkeeper?"
"I'm Ace. Now, Anthony, you're looking for something slimming, right?"
Was it that obvious? "Y-yeah. I was looking for swim-"
"Try our jockstrap series."
"I don't really want one."
"We're switching them over to the new E-Z-Grow cut, so their free as a promotion."
"I guess I can take a free sample," Anthony said with a half-shrug and took an offered red thong that said made in China as well as a white jockstrap. They both looked stupidly small.
He squeezed himself into the changing booth with the flimsy curtain and tried undressing without hitting his elbows on the walls.
Slipping the jockstrap over his smooth, ochre twink legs, Antho... Julong wondered how he could have been worried about the fit. It wasn't as if his tiny package took up much space.
Admiring his lean physique for a moment, Julong nodded to himself. He stripped out of the thong and tried the jockstrap next.
When the boy let the hem snap onto his skin, he caught a glimpse of text saying "Fuckhole – Mark 2" but when he lifted the hem there was no writing.
It sure would have been strange to find a jockstrap that said Fuckhole, just like the tattoo on Julong's shoulder. He must have imagined it.
The boy with narrow eyes and a smooth, round jaw emerged from the cabin. "Sorry to bother, but do sell any training equipment?"
"Actually," said the vendor with emerald hair (Hadn't that been a different color? A trick of the lighting, probably.) "There's a gym across the street. Ask for Niu."
Julong slipped back into his sneakers.
It was a little warm at the gym. Almost nobody wore a shirt. At least Julong didn't stand out that way.
He caught the eyes of a pretty twink in a Thai-flag thong with a silver mohawk. He wouldn't have minded getting to know that boy a bit better.
"Oh, fuck," the twink whispered as he walked past. He grabbed Julong by the shoulders and dragged him into the locker room, to the end of the row where a nook half hid them from sight.
The surprisingly strong boy turned Julong around and...
Julong tried to look behind him. "W-what are you doing?"
Within seconds, he had his first dick-in-ass experience. His hole greedily swallowed the rod, but not without letting him feel a still significant amount of stretching pain.
"Ughhhh," Julong made as the stranger nibbled his neck. Then the fucker bit down lightly and Julong's mind went blank.
There was no dirty talk, only moaning.
Someone entered. The Thai stranger pressed Julong hard against the wall, hiding them from sight as long as the newcomer didn't walk past the first row of lockers.
Before Julong's mind caught up to the facts, he was alone again. The dick withdrew and cum squirted in spurts from his hole. The stranger was already out the door when Julong got his shaky legs to respond again.
He stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over him.
"Good show," said someone from behind and Julong froze. "But I hope this isn't just a faggot gym. You do that a lot? Ride dick in public, huh?"
The teen twunk looked behind him.
There was a mean looking, awesomely muscled, bald, black man with the word Monsterhole written on his collar bones.
"I'm sorry?" Julong tried to say. Was the man hoping for an apology? He looked extremely hot in his simple white thong.
They locked eyes.
"Turn back around," the black muscle man growled.
Julong was slammed into the tiles, water spraying past his face, as a dick entered him. There was something new about this penis – it had texture, as if shredded like a trained muscle.
"You want to wash up?" said the man. "Well, let me get your insides scrubbed."
A bodybuilder's big hands grabbed Julong by the neck. Within moments, the shredded cock drove its way up his guts, while the Monsterhole man pressed the teen's face into the cold wall.
Hump after hump, Julong groaned into the hot stream before a large hand slapped shampoo into his face.
"Fucking shut up, or someone's gonna come in. Have to make this a quick one, bitch boy."
Julong shook his head clear as hair floated down the drain. His sharp undercut was grabbed by one big hand while the other one held his jaw closed.
One final hump and he was filled with man cream again.
The fuck ended as fast as if had begun.
This time Julong actually got to clean himself.
"Are you Niu? I was sent over from the Jockhole."
"Yeah," said the boy in a red thong and a polo shirt. What an odd combination. "But you look spent already. Have you worked out at the Jockhole?"
"Nah, I've just... seen some action since I walked in here."
Niu looked at Julong's shoulder. "Ah, a Fuckhole. You have full control over who you bang, you know? Sex only happens when you want it."
Julong shrugged. "I guess I want it too much."
Niu ducked under the counter for a moment, reemerging with a black item.
"Here take this negator."
Slowly, Julong grabbed the anal plug. "Um... are you sure?"
"Yes."
He looked left and right, went to his tip toes to spread his knees apart and reached down. The plug slipped right in, but again he was not spared a certain measure of pain.
"And that will keep me from wanting... to do the thing?"
Niu shook his head. "It'll keep it from working. Now go train. Here's a bottle of Nuke Juice."
Julong had returned to the reception desk for advice over and over. He had spent nine hours at the gym and his body was bursting.
Every now and then, Niu had doodled on paper, but Julog had only ever seen blank sheets. He could have sworn there had been patterns exactly like his sleeve tattoos and the arrow-like tram stamp leading to his ass crack.
Now, with a heavier body, and fully exhausted, he returned again.
"Hey Niu, I wish I could keep going but..."
"We're still open another hour."
"Yeah but I can barely stand."
"Maybe I can give you a motivation necklace."
"Um..."
Niu grabbed a black strip with metal studs and put it on Julong like a collar – which it was. Before the muscle boy could say now, he also got cushioned metal wristbands with no discernable opening mechanism.
He felt a light pinch across his shoulder blades where his FuckPainHole tattoo was stretched along the top of his V-shape.
He could keep going.
*** Dick Fashion ***
Aron wasn't sure if he needed new nipple rings. He was quite happy with his. They were as golden in his thick pecs as his posing thong and his snapback.
The teen bodybuilder with a PowerMonsterHole tattoo across his chest was about to leave the Jockhole when the shopkeeper called him back.
"Hey Aron, would you like to show this kid how to work out? There's a gym across the road."
Aron turned back, his beefy quads wiggling, only half hidden under the stringer top.
He looked at the small Korean boy in a white jockstrap.
"Nah, I'm a solitary creature at the gym."
"Sure?" the vendor said. "I'll throw in this fashionable chain."
Aron got a gold chain with a half-heart pendant and so did the little twink.
Well, that changed nothing. Aron didn't want to other boy... Leon... his boyfriend...
"Oh whatever, I guess I can show you a thing or two. You're my little bitch after all. Gotta turn you into my proper pleasure bunny."
Leon jumped excitedly. "Thanks, daddy."
"I told you not to call me that in public."
Leon grinned. "Sorry, daddy."
Aron rolled his eyes but failed to hide a smile. His boyfriend was just too endearing.
They had dropped their phones and wallets into a locker when the boy from the front desk entered the locker room. He waited until the duo had stripped out of their clothes until he spoke.
"Hi, I'm Niu. I'm the gym owner. Would you like to be taste testers for our new supplement line?"
Aron was only in his snapback, Leon was naked. Was this guy expecting them to test in the nude?
Without even checking, Aron knew Leon was looking at him and would go along with his decision no matter what.
"Sure, why not. What's in it?"
"Nothing," said Niu. "Only the taste. Just describe what it's like."
The Chinese boy in a polo shirt but with legs showing, handed each tester a cup and poured from a bottle where "Thumb" was written with black marker.
Aron threw the cup back and swallowed the drink, only lightly wetting his tongue.
"Cherry," he said.
"Yeah," Leon said. "This `Thumb' has a pretty strong cherry taste. I like it fruity, but it's a little too sweet."
Niu looked at their naked junks. Ha, if he didn't like his taste testers in the nude he shouldn't have interrupted their re-dressing. Aron did a subtle lat spread to make his body point at his crotch.
Both he and his boyfriend had tiny dicks – about as big as, let's say, a thumb. But he was fine with that. They fucked with toys.
"Palette clean? Let me fill your cups again."
This bottle said "Titan".
Aron let the taste linger a bit more. Were they all going to be fruity?
"That's blueberry," Leon said.
"Kinda overpowering," Aron said and absentmindedly covered his crotch.
Not that one hand was enough to hide his massive tool. His dick and balls were big enough to scare most bottoms away. Leon hadn't been as afraid, simply because his package was just as enormous.
What made the wrist-thick rods stand out even more were the low hanging but huge nutsacks. A misnomer, since real nuts never grew this big.
The boys with fat dicks, that were thickest in the middle of the shaft, smacked their lips until the strong blueberry taste had faded.
"Here's more," said Niu and poured from "Needle".
After swallowing, Aron's hand wandered closer to his body to keep his package hidden. His tiny worm of a dick – embarrassingly thin - was easily covered by his palm. Leon had much smaller hands but his dick was just as easy to cover up.
With a little nutsack close to the body, his dick hung like a downward curved pinky.
"Ginger ale?" Aron said.
"Not really my thing, but it tastes just like ginger ale does," Leon said.
The next bottle was labeled "Beast".
Aron's hand was pressed aside. Was he getting hard? That would be embarrassing.
No, thankfully he had just randomly slipped off his monster dick. The vein riddled tool hung limply between his thick quads and still drew attention.
When he looked at the mirror, his eyes automatically went to the wiggling torpedo and the two cannon balls hanging behind it – no matter how big his muscles grew.
The only thing that could draw his attention away was his boyfriend, who had a dick just like that but fortunately in proportion to his twink body.
Being naked was unusual for both of them, considering that every step make their packages slap their thighs as if it had a mind of its own. Clothes had to be tight enough to restrain those mega rods, usually leaving dick prints strong enough to draw just as much attention as nudity.
"Root beer," Aron said. "Great taste. This might be my favorite."
Leon frowned. "I'm usually not a fan of any kind of beer, but I think this one works for me. It's really good. Can I get more?"
"Let's finish the testing," Niu said and poured from a bottle named "Toothpick".
Aron took a sip and absentmindedly fondled his ringed nipples. There was no reason to hide his tiny dick. It was absolutely obvious how small he was.
Seeing himself in the mirror usually filled him with pride about his massive body, but only when his junk was inside a thong so he could ignore how little there was to fill the pouch.
The only good thing about his baby-carrot of a tool was that he could bond with his boyfriend over shared destinies.
On the one hand, a mini-dick didn't look quite so out of place on Leon's twink frame but on the other hand, Leon didn't have the thick muscles to "make up" for his lacking pride.
Aron loved the boy anyway, but he would have liked something more significant to take up the ass occasionally.
At least this so called "Toothpick" juice tasted great.
"It's grape," Aron said. "But it doesn't leave that stale aftertaste. I'm more a beer person but this fruit juice here is surprisingly good."
"Nah," Leon said, "kinda bitter."
"And the final one," Niu said and poured from "Doombringer". What a strange name for a drink – but this was the fitness industry after all.
Aron grimaced at the taste. "Carrot," he said. "And really strong, wow."
"Yeah," Leon said, "but there's cucumber in there, too. Way too strong for me. This is almost a smoothie."
Aron felt a drop of precum on his knee. His inhuman dick never really stopped leaking. Too bad it was too big to ever fit into anyone's mouth or ass.
Usually he just lifted his dick to his face, bent as far as his inflexible spine let him, and licked the head clean but he wasn't going to do that with Niu watching.
The cock was as shredded as any extreme bodybuilder ready for the stage. Veins zig-zagged along the shaft, which was thick as a soda can. The head pulsed lightly as it hovered over his mega-quads, most of the way down his upper leg.
The tool was never really soft and never really hard. There wasn't enough blood in Aron's body to let it get fully erect but it also refused to shrink down and hang flatly.
Leon's monstrous dick was smaller to match his body, but it looked even more absurd on the twink. Usually they just put their heads together – their dick heads and their real ones – and sucked themselves and each other while rubbing dick on dick.
"What's the verdict?" Niu asked.
"Strangely," Leon said, "I think the root beer one is my favorite. At least at the moment. But I do like all the fruity ones."
"Hm," Aron made. "I agree with root beer, but the grape juice was unexpectedly good."
Niu handed Leon the "Beast" bottle and Aron got the "Toothpick". The boys took a swing from their favorites.
They finished putting on gym clothes, taken from the pile of tongs to borrow.
Luckily, there was a torpedo cut big enough to cover most of Leon's super-torpedo, although his shredded cock left a veiny dick print that revealed the exact shape of his tool.
For Aron's crotch, there wasn't much to cover, so he slipped into a random jockstrap that pretty much laid flat on his body.
"Better work out those glutes," Leon said. "You know I like going deep."
"Yeah," Aron said, happy to have a service top always ready to please him anally. "I'll make them grow until your hips can touch my ass."
Aron dreamed of the day when he could sit fully on his boyfriend's dick, but the length was too much, no matter how hard he stretched his hole. The only way was to have more meat on his ass.
He had some glutes-growing to do.
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