The Urge

Four more guys are subjected to the Urge. Here's their story. Donate to Nifty etc :p

*********** The Urge 2 ***********

Byron

With the force of an avalanche the Urge burst into the mind of 17 year old twink boy Byron.

Right away, he couldn't think about anything anymore – anything except cumming. He pulled on the seam of his hoodie.

Then his hands froze. The Urge had taken control and looked around. Byron had been on his way home from the skate park. The last bus out of town was going to leave in half an hour.

He'd be stranded if he didn't make it. Sticking around for half an hour was simple, but the Urge wanted more, so the teen had to get into an even worse situation.

Ten minutes later the remote controlled boy had wandered into a neighborhood he knew to avoid under normal circumstances. The streets were empty.

Since it was bored, the Urge allowed Byron some control which he used instantly the removed his clothes with an urgency as if they were in flames. He left them behind as he stayed on his path.

The fully naked teen boy was rock hard and leaking. While his legs were still under the Urges control, he was allowed to use his hands and he used them well – one rubbing his dick head, the other pulling his balls. His soft moans seemed quite loud in the abandoned side alleys he moved through.

It was now too late to catch the final bus even if he had turned around and raced back. The Urge was far from satisfied though.

Byron at last happened upon a small gathering of people. A dozen or so leather-clad skinheads were getting drunk next to their motor bikes.

Under the Urge's instructions the skinheads rose and watched, without interfering. Once the teen was a few feet away from the crowd, he dropped to his knees under a streetlight and turned around.

With his ass toward the skinheads, he jerked off wildly, now back in full control of his body, but still overwhelmed by the need to jizz.

Just to spice it up, the Urge added anal craving which made Byron gasp hard at the unprecedented, impossibly strong sensation. He let go of his balls and slammed three fingers up his hole dry.

Since he wasn't really getting anywhere – his high pitched cries increasingly frustrated – the Urge helped along.

A skinhead broke formation and emptied his beer into Byron's ass crack where the teen's fingers let it run into his hole. Now he was lubed up enough to get all three fingers in, followed by a forth one.

The anal craving was too strong and overtook the one focused on his dick. He stopped jerking off and just fingerfucked himself with both hands.

When the beer was no longer sufficient, the Urge had another skinhead empty his drink onto the boy's freshly defiled hole.

Under the watchful eyes of a dozen dangerous men who couldn't act as of yet, Byron cummed hands-free. His eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a guttural scream that echoed from the alley walls.

His juice shot from his dick in amounts he had never produced before and with enough force to slam into the cowering boy's face.

Byron could have spent an hour basking in the afterglow. He'd get ten seconds. Once the Urge left he would know what he had done. And who was watching. If he didn't take more than five seconds to get his mind together, he'd still have five more to gain some distance before the skinheads were allowed to start pursuit.

A fair chance. The Urge left.

Keegan

Seeing the skinheads had given the Urge new input. Had it ever taken action to make a victim conform to some visual aesthetic? Not really. That would change.

It was Keegan who got the treatment. The 19 year old, tall, blonde athlete didn't put much thought into fashion. The Urge was going to change that.

Well, first of all Keegan had to be overwhelmed. In the middle of a mall, he moaned sensually and shivered as his sex drive shot through the roof. He did, however, not strip on the spot.

The Urge had left the boy enough self-discipline to act rationally – for a certain perverse idea of rationality.

Out of nowhere, Keegan was insanely turned on by the idea of looking fucked up. No matter how, he needed to start looking the exact opposite of gentlemanly. If he had taken a moment to consider the implications, he would have stopped ruining his life, but the Urge had placed strict limits on his mental abilities.

Already in proximity to a hairdresser, the mall shopping boy began his journey right there.

Maybe he could have chosen his own look, but the Urge trusted the professionals to know what they were doing and commanded a hairdresser directly.

Keegan leaned back and let it happen with a smile and a boner.

First his eyebrows were shaved off, then most of his head hair. Only a two inch circle on top remained. His long, lush hair reduced to a single thick stand, held up by a clip, the teen slowly jerked off through his jeans while the hairdresser applied pink dye.

As if nothing unusual had happened, Keegan paid and left with friendly parting words. On the way out into the mall corridor, he lost his shirt.

Half naked, the lean boy made it to a pet shop and got himself a thick, pink collar with metal rings. He looked at himself in the washroom as he put the item on and a huge wet spot of precum appeared on his pants. The spot grew and turned into a line, running down his jeans' right leg.

Keegan found a piercing studio and got a nose ring, a tongue stud and nipple rings. That wasn't much. The Urge wanted more, but the mall was about to close.

Instead of getting more metal under his skin, Keegan bought himself chains. One ran between his nipple rings, with a dog tag hanging on it. The other, shorter one connected his nose ring to his collar.

There was no time for more, but that was as always what the Urge wanted.

Extending its influence to the studio owner, Keegan got to stay five more minutes for a hasty tattoo of the Urge's choice.

As he left the studio, the boy saw his reflection in a display window. He now had a hurriedly drawn dick with balls on his forehead.

When Keegan saw the humiliating state he was in, he cummed. Fully frozen but groaning with passion, the boy let white cream seep through his jeans and run along the fabric.

The afterglow of the orgasm was going to last the rest of the day. That should keep him motivated to work on himself.

Weston

The professor was grading student's papers in his office when the Urge took over. The 38 year old, beefy man tore his clothes off and jerked his sizeable tool. What was there that the Urge could use?

Strolling through the place, Weston fantasized about fucking his students as he often did. Was that an option?

Naked except for the socks, he made his way to the window. The football team was just done practicing and headed for the showers. The Urge left it to the man to figure out a way.

Weston slipped back into his clothes, which no other victim had ever managed to do and spoke of an insane amount of willpower. The man headed out and jogged across the yard to the building where the school's athletes were currently undressing.

Taking a backseat, the Urge watched while Weston slipped along the wall. He wasn't heading for the entrance. Instead he pulled himself up on the small window outside the locker room.

When he knew the boys were right under the window on the other side of the wall, he pulled out his phone and stood stretched on his tip toes while filming the football players.

One by one, they moved into the showers.

Weston let go of the window and jogged off. Was he too scared? Maybe the Urge would have to add more if it wanted things to turn interesting.

But no. Weston simply grabbed a garbage can and carried it over. Now he could stand comfortably as he peeked and filmed inside the other window – the one leading to the showers.

A dozen boys cleaned themselves as they were spied on. The Urge wanted more and had an idea for a whole new deal.

One by one, the boys became erect. In the meantime they turned from washing themselves to washing each other. It took a minute until small teams of three or four boys were rubbing their bulges together as they let their soapy hands run over each other's backs, down to the ass cheeks.

Weston pulled his dick out and masturbated furiously. He kept one hand on his mouth to muffle the noises he made. That left no hand for the phone, so he propped it up at the window.

The recording was going to show little to nothing this way, but the Urge helped along and somehow the middling-at-best image quality turned to ultra-high definition.

Not long after, Weston sprayed his cum onto the wall. Some of the boys were hesitantly making out. No one was focusing on cleaning himself anymore, they all slowly jerked off. In utter fascination, the professor watched them cum one after another. The satisfied boys left for the lockers as if nothing weird had happened. Eventually, Weston was looking down into an empty room. He grabbed his phone, put his dick away and hopped off.

There was no doubt he would upload the video to let others enjoy the sight. The Urge hadn't gotten as much as it wanted, but there was always a next time.

Taebin

The fifteen year old Taebin was a skinny nerd, who spend his breaks in the library. When the Urge took a hold of him, his hands shot into his pants and he jerked off before even undressing.

Overwhelmed by horniness, his mind wandered to the muscle jocks he always fantasized about. The Urge let him think his thoughts, but stopped his actions.

After Keegan the Urge knew what it could do to a mind. What could it do to a body?

Taebin navigated to the school gym. His erection was visibly denting his pants on his small frame, but nobody paid attention as he lifted dumbbells. The pump set in instantly. The Urge made sure it had highest priority. Jerking off would have felt like nothing to Taebin right now – lifting weights felt like orgasming ceaselessly.

Over the course of only fifteen minutes, he rushed through classic, simple exercises. In the background, the Urge worked out its own abilities. Taebin's body responded to the training as if years of work were compressed into seconds.

His legs blew up, three inches of circumference added like it was nothing. His chest grew fifty percent over just a couple of bench presses. Every fiber poked out of his skinny frame as if it wanted to escape. Here and there a seam made strained popping noises, threatening to tear.

That was all rather nice, but the Urge hadn't had much fun so far. When Taebin's unrealistic growth had progressed him from 110lbs to 160, it was time to do something else.

The teen stripped. Now people were watching. A small handful of fellow fifteen year old students became the first audience of his new found confidence.

Taebin went through a flexing routine like a professional, all while his hard dick oozed precum onto his rippling legs. The posing felt just as good as the pump.

When he groaned, his voice was noticeably deeper. The adaptions to his metabolism had made it necessary to up his testosterone – a lot. His appetite, his aggression, his sex drive, his need to be admired – it all went through the roof.

He could have cummed any second, but the Urge thought a little more was in order.

Following the invader's command, a random student handed the boy his empty coke bottle. Taebin spread his legs, flexed them hard, crouched down a bit and shoved the bottle into himself, bottom first. His ass was impossibly receptive, letting the bottle in as far as the Urge wanted it to go.

Moaning loudly, the boy got his first dose of anal. It was far more of a sensation than a first timer could handle, but no pain came through to his consciousness – it was all lust. As a parting gift, he received an insatiable craving for more.

The Urge left just as Taebin yelled out in surprise, his load shooting up. The boy flexed his entire body at the orgasmic sensation and his jizz hit him in the face as the bottle rocketed from his ass and jumped across the floor.

Under most circumstances this would have been the end of his social life at school, branding him forever. But the Urge had taken care to let the audience enjoy the show. Just as Taebin regained enough of his composure to realize his situation, he noticed that every single boy watching him had his own dick out and jerked of wildly – watching him.

That was how Taebin knew he had gotten really fucking sexy.

Byron

He thought a lot about what had happened that night. But not in a contemplative way. Byron jerked off to the idea of getting himself almost torn apart by those skinheads.

The teen had two new obsessions – anal and danger. So far it had all been a fantasy but the Urge was about to make one of them real. The worst one, of course.

Byron left the skate park where he had been again and jerked off through his jeans in broad day light. His target was a tall building at a bustling plaza. The building's front was hidden by scaffolding.

He slipped behind the barriers, climbed the next best pole and pulled himself up onto the first platform. He made it to the scaffolding's third floor with little difficulty. Any higher and it would be too hard to be seen from the ground, which was after all the point.

He stepped onto the edge of his current platform and stripped. While the Urge made the motions, his actual mind was in a state of constant blissful frustration, needing to cum like he would crave air with his head underwater.

Only his precum was available to lube up a stray hammer that a builder must have forgotten to put back into his belt. Without fanfare, Byron shoved the handle up his tiny hole until only the hammer's head was still outside him.

This could have made for a great show but the Urge wanted just a little bit extra.

Luckily, there was plenty of rope. The teen knotted one of them around the beam above him and tied the other end into a noose.

Byron stepped onto the platform's edge. Nothing separated him from the concrete three floors down. He kicked his clothes off the edge which made enough people look up to give him a starting audience.

The Urge made him step to the edge – and over it. Byron's hands grabbed the beam above as he slid sideways, along the platform's very edge to a vertical pole. On the pole's outside the boy stopped and pressed himself against it.

Now his back was pushed against the vertical pole, his naked feet were in the air up to his heels and all that kept him from falling was his grip on the beam. And the rope around his neck if he let go.

Then the Urge returned control to the boy.

He had to cum. This took precedent over everything else. For a split second it seemed as if he was about to let go but he caught himself just in time to keep holding onto the beam.

He needed both hands to stay up. There was not enough support under his feet otherwise. He could have slipped to the side and back onto the platform proper but the rope had tangled itself on the pole and he couldn't think clearly.

How could Byron cum without hands?

Only then did he realize what was causing the painful, but erotic sensation in his lower guts. The hammer hit the pole with a clanking sound. The noise travelled through the pole and echoed with insane volume.

Byron shivered as the handle pushed his g-spot – and many, many more spots inside him.

The boy twerked as if his life depended on reaching a record high twerk count. The hammer's slams and its echoes caused an almost continuous sound.

Out of the blue, his cum sprayed from his anally milked dick without orgasm. The white drops flung around wildly with his motions, sticking to his thighs, abs, chest and getting flung down onto the onlookers.

Byron stopped. He was breathing as if having run a marathon. The Urge allowed the boy a parting gift. He orgasmed.

With the climax came two things. One, he shot another, impossibly sized load right up into his face. Two, he slipped and nearly let go. Only quick reflexes let his iron grip hold and he tumbled back onto the platform. The noose tightened and Byron scrambled to get out of it.

The Urge moved on.

Keegan

He had kept the look. It hadn't exactly gone over well with his parents but he didn't live at home anymore anyway, so that wasn't much of an obstacle.

Something else that had changed in Keegan's life was his obsession with his nipples. It was impossible not to get stimulated by the chain all the time, but he only needed to fiddle with it a bit to get semi hard.

Every time he looked in the mirror and saw the dick tattoo on his forehead, he got hard even without nipple-related assistance.

Once the Urge had flooded his mind with the need to cum, Keegan stripped and masturbated. He was at his apartment and, clearly, if the Urge wanted more it would have to take care of adding to the situation by itself.

First order of business was to make sure Keegan displayed his body properly. The boy had bought himself a mesh shirt to let his nipple chain shine. The collar had never come off to begin with. The lower half, however, needed some tending too.

In the bathroom, the Urge found pink dye, which Keegan used to keep his hairstyle. Under his mental invader's influence, he shaved his pubes everywhere but on top of his crotch. With some dye, he made it match his remaining head hair.

He needed to show off his pubes' new style, though.

After roaming through the boy's wardrobe, the Urge had him wear his mesh tank top, a low-hanging thong and black leather boots. The thong was the only one he owned. That would change.

The Urge made sure Keegan fell in love with his new attire. The boy was compelled to get rid of everything else he owned that didn't fit his aesthetic.

There was nothing the boy could do against the intruder's influence, even though it ruined him completely. Keegan shot his load with a blissful grin, imagining the additional dick tattoo on his neck he was saving up for. He would be recognizable as extremely fucked up from the front and back alike.

Weston

When the Urge found the professor he was in his office again, but not bent over papers this time. The man stared intently at his screen and was already jerking off.

He had installed hidden cameras in the dorms. A few dozen boys in bunk beds dozed off or were still playing on their phones.

Needless to say, the Urge had bigger plans. Within seconds Weston got to enjoy the sight of his students doubling up. Each pair undressed with clumsy teen boy awkwardness.

The man remembered to hit record as the first few couples began sixty-nining.

The newly created cum-lovers let each other's loads drip from their lips just to suck the jizz back up again and lick the sheets clean.

Weston cummed, too. There wasn't much more to do, but the Urge hadn't gotten a good show yet. Well, neither had Weston. Slipping out of the man's head, the Urge visited the dorm itself and made a little addition to every single boy. Tomorrow they would all wake up with insatiable, lifelong anal cravings. There would be ass fuck orgies every night.

Taking a quick detour back to the professor, the Urge saw him upload the first clip of the dorm adventures. Those boys would get famous without even trying.

Taebin

As expected, the muscle teen had kept up the heat and used the after effect of the Urge's gift to his advantage. His physique had gone from skinny to lean muscled and was well on its way to huge, despite his height.

Taebin was at his weekend job, washing dishes in a diner. Since he didn't interact with customers, there was no work uniform for him. He wore clothes fitting of his new image. A low hanging tank top and sweat pants, plus the diner's apron.

As the Urge took over and made him strip, it saw the fake tan on his skin. The boy was turning into a muscle-crazy jock, who cared only about his body.

Well, that wasn't quite true. Taebin was still a nerd at heart. Could the Urge change his personality the way it had changed his body?

Once the teen had stripped, he flexed and posed, even though he was alone. The Urge renewed the effect and gave his growth a boost to last for days. Taebin's hands wandered over his body in self-obsessed admiration.

As a little call-back to its first ever victim, the Urge made Taebin aim for the fridge. With the cook currently on smoke break, the ingredients were only waiting to be cummed on.

The teen opened the fridge door and let the cool air give him goose bumps while jerking off.

Even though the Urge was quite busy trying to alter Taebin's mind, it still wished for a better show.

The fifteen year old muscle boy grabbed a handful of wooden cooking spoons. He stopped masturbating and used one hand's fingers to spread his hole.

First one lonely spoon handle went into his guts. Once it was as far in as it would go, he added another, the dry wood burning on his insides in a way anybody not under the Urge's influence would have found unbearably torturous.

A third spoon followed. Taebin started flexing his ass to rub the spoons on his sphincter. As he flexed, the growth overdrive took effect and let his ass muscles size up like after a lifetime of diligent squat routines.

Four spoons, five, six. With a whole bundle of wood sticks up his ass, twerking like crazy, the boy shot his load. Of course it was inhumanly big. He had great aim even though he wasn't touching his dick at all – the Urge's doing, naturally. Cum sprayed onto frozen desserts, where it turned into an extra layer of frosting.

Just to be nice, the Urge added a little something to the cum. Any boys his age eating them would find that muscle growth had become a lot easier. They would also develop Taebin's anal cravings. Couldn't be too nice.

By that point, the overtaker of minds was fairly sure it had done its job. While Taebin kept jerking off toward a second orgasm with his literal buttload of spoons still twirling inside him, the Urge had taken care to alter the boy's psyche from the ground up.

What was once a contentious, shy nerd, was now an aggressive, superficial muscle beast and sex machine. His interests had been intellectually varied. Now they were weightlifting, nutrition, posing, showing off and where to get the next dick to fuck his hungry hole.

Fairly exhausted, the Urge left and drifted slowly toward the next victim in the cycle. In a few days, Byron's turn was up again and it wanted to be ready.

Interlude

Slowly but surely, Byron was getting frustrated with himself. He had jerked off in public a few times, but always well hidden from anyone's sight – mostly alone, at night. Soon he had fingerbanged himself as well, but even that wasn't enough.

At first he thought getting seen would solve the issue and give him the intense pleasure he dreamed of, but when he tried giving a cam show, it quickly bored him, despite the attention.

Clearly, the point was not exhibition. The point was true danger.

He made a list of ideas. Riding a dildo in front of a police station. Finding a way to choke himself, while stripping on a full bus.

He loved all his ideas, but he lacked the courage to go through with any. He was just a fairly shy teen boy, lacking any sexual experience. He needed someone's help, but who could he ask to go with him on anal adventures in dangerous places?

Keegan had stuck to his new found love of wearing thongs and boots with nothing else except the occasional mesh tank top. His habits had altered to accommodate his need to look fucked up to everyone he crossed paths with.

The once disciplined, composed, hardworking boy, who now was anything but, had reconditioned himself to be a mouth breather – just to make sure his new tongue stud was always visible.

His greatest gift to himself so far was a loose cock ring around his whole package. The point was not to keep an erection, instead he had added a chain to lead from the ring to his collar. It was also tangled with his nipple chain so pretty much every step stimulated him deliciously.

All thongs he purchased were low hanging enough to show the cock ring resting on his pink pubes.

He had a gotten his first tattoo redone to make the lines thicker, but he was getting bored of the dicks on his skin. He needed something else. Of course he didn't simply want to cover himself with ink. No, the marks had to stand out. He contemplated his options as he masturbated wildly in front of his bathroom mirror.

Weston didn't know why the boys at his school were suddenly sex crazed, gay fuck freaks. He certainly liked the change. There was a sizeable and growing online following the boys had gathered without being the least bit aware of it.

But the professor didn't enjoy it as much anymore. He didn't just want to look at these kids doing the same gentle oral-anal combo over and over, like the awkward adolescents in love that they were.

He wished he could direct them. Maybe there was a boy out there who would let him film his sexual adventured and also took orders for more extravagant scenes. He wished he'd find at least one sexy boy to order around and observe unhindered.

Of course he had tried to post an ad online, but the choices were disappointing. He'd have to keep looking.

Taebin wished he could show off his nude body all the time. As it was he had to settle for cutting his sweatpants and jeans into shorts just barely long enough to keep his dick from falling out.

It hadn't been easy to ruin his wardrobe this way because the fifteen year old muscle monster jock had only just replaced the whole thing. After all, none of his skinny-boy-clothes fit his thick ass and broad chest anymore.

He had gotten a buzzed and precisely cut mohawk to add to his jock image. Maybe he'd add a tattoo here or there, but his parents were quite opposed to this. Sure, they liked that their kid was finally gaining some confidence – and weight – but his dropping grades didn't leave him much leeway to negotiate.

Maybe if he just stopped his education and got a job he could do what he wanted with his money and body. But getting a job might mean less time to work out. It wasn't as if anyone would just pay him for looking fucking fantastic. Or could there be?

Byron

When the teen was on his way home – again from the skate park – he was already past the bus ride. Not far from his house, the Urge found him at the edge of his home village.

Struck by the desperate need to cum, Byron disrobed with shaking hands until he was nude enough to jerk off in the middle of the road. Nobody saw him in the early night hours as he approached orgasm.

But the Urge wouldn't be the Urge if it was satisfied with so little action. No convenient tools were available this time, so when the invader took over, Byron collected his clothes and kept walking.

A block from his house were train tracks.

The boy fashioned a noose out of his belt and fixed the other end to the middle of the tracks.

He sat down on the cold metal bars and tore his shirt into strips while precum stained his slim abs. The Urge would have to help a little so Byron could tie himself to the tracks but it was a work of one minute to get all ties in place, just waiting for the teen to slip in.

Naturally, that couldn't be the whole story.

Byron walked down the tracks a little bit until he saw a bolt that wasn't totally secure. He grabbed the bolt's head and pulled. With the Urge's added superhuman power, the teen tore the thick metal rod from the railway construction.

Once he was back at the prepared cloth strips, knotted to the rails, he lubed the bolt up with spit – mostly to rid it of remaining dirt – and shoved it inside himself with zero hesitation.

When it was far enough inside he twisted the end sticking out of his ass with the Urge's superhuman strength. In a feat impossible to regular humans, the slender boy added a twist to the bolt. Now it couldn't fall out at all and only be removed with difficulty.

He sat down and slid his feet through the cloth loops. His legs were spread between the tracks. Then he leaned back until he was lying on his back, pulled the belt over his head and closed the noose.

When he leaned forward far enough to choke himself, he reached for the remaining loops and bound his wrists to the tracks as well, making his spread eagle position complete.

The Urge gave back full control, leaving the need to cum in place.

Byron instantly panicked and tried to wiggle out of his restraints. Then a train showed up at the far, far end of the visible rail path.

Vibrations traveled through the metal. Byron's ass was right on a bar more strongly bolted down than the others. The vibrations shook the makeshift dildo poking from his hole.

Against better judgement he forgot his situation for a second as the g-spot simulation mixed with the Urge's power.

Byron kept wiggling his hands free without success, but also tried to sit up. That way his hole instead of his butt cheeks were on the bar and the precious vibrations could enter him more harshly through the makeshift dildo. He was held back by the belt and flexed his neck to keep from suffocating.

The train came closer, leaving not enough time to get Byron to cum before it would reach him. Eventually, he had to make a decision and leaned in. Fully letting himself get choked, the boy's face turned bright red as he pressed his ass down on the tracks.

His little body was shaken viciously and the stimulation let him get to climax. Cum shot from his dick in bursts that hit his slender torso and splashed on his face where veins popped from his skin under strain.

Finally, a knot loosened enough to let his right hand get free. He dropped back and let the belt get loose around his neck. With panicked motions, he pulled it off, sat back up and tore on the knot keeping his right leg in place.

The train was seconds away.

By that point the vibrations were enough to travel up to his skull. Everything inside him shook. Byron orgasmed again, just a blink of an eye after his first cum shot. The load hit him in the face and he went blind for a moment.

With the train's arrival immanent, his right foot got free somehow. It was pure luck. Or perhaps the Urge's may have helped along a little as it still wanted to see where the teen's adventures led him.

Byron rolled to the side just as the train reached his position. The air rushed past his sweating skin as he slipped off the tracks inches away from the train. The heavy vehicle neatly severed his two remaining ties, cutting his left side free as well.

The teen kept rolling and slid off into tall grass.

Breathing heavily, he looked up at the sky. Cum and sweat were everywhere but as his erection subsided, he added piss, not caring that his dick was still aiming up. He didn't have the strength to hold it any longer.

This had been the best orgasm of his life. He couldn't keep making lists with no results. He needed action. He needed danger. Massive danger. And anal fucking.

Byron groaned in slight pain and immense pleasure as he pulled the thick bolt from his ass. He sincerely hoped everybody at his house was already asleep. He didn't want to have to explain his attire.

Keegan

When the Urge found Keegan, the boy was in a bad mood. He felt like he had reached peak fucked-up-ness. He simply didn't know how else to follow his drive. Indeed, anything he could do were not so much upgrades to his perversity and more like variations.

Perhaps it was time the Urge supplied the boy with a new goal. Other people might be able to help him out if only they got a chance to tell him what to do.

As the teen was taken over, he dropped his thong and went to his laptop. Jerking off with one hand, he typed with the other.

Minutes later, Keegan's identity was widely broadcast on the world wide web. It only took fifteen minutes before strangers had compiled ideas for him, more still trickling in. The promise of photographic evidence and that nothing was off limits lured the perverts out of their caves, who wanted to see a hot, but fuck-up looking teen ruin himself for fun.

The Urge let Keegan shoot his load and took a backseat. The boy recovered within seconds and realized what was happening on his screen.

He scrolled through the comments. After just a moment, he had the idea of setting up a barter system and just do whatever the highest bidder wanted him to do.

After all that had changed, the boy was still clever. On the other hand, a lot of the suggestions were quite dangerous. Fucking in the middle of a highway. Cumming on an unsuspecting, sunbathing stranger at the park. Handcuffing himself out in the wild with nothing but a bottle of water in his hand and a dildo up his ass.

He was more interested in the fun suggestions. Perhaps if he was into danger he'd take those orders, but as it stood he didn't have any need to get himself into trouble.

Keegan just wanted to look perverse and be seen as such. At most he'd walk into places he wasn't supposed to go looking the way he did.

Yeah, the boy suddenly felt like quite the crowd pleaser. He loved the attention from strangers and now that they also suggested ways for him to become more fucked up, it was double the fun.

He took notes. Someone had sent a link to ear studs shaped like dick and balls. He'd get those. Not just for his ears, but also to put on his nipple rings. Standing and walking with his back arched to keep his ass pushed out. An excellent idea, although it would take some time to recondition himself into keeping that stance naturally.

Smothering himself in oil to make the skin glisten all day long. Why not? A loudly vibrating butt plug to let everyone around know he was getting anally stimulated. Interesting, Keegan hadn't really considered anal stuff, but the suggestions were ripe with it.

The Urge was happy to have set a new direction successfully.

Taebin

Unsurprisingly, the Urge found the beefy boy at the gym. It was early morning. This situation seemed familiar. Well, a little callback could be fun, too. With some additions, of course.

Driven mad by erotic energy, Taebin stripped. The men left and right of him stared, but didn't react. The Urge wouldn't let them.

Where the previous victim had used a dumbbell bar, Taebin used a barbell one. He unscrewed the ends and took all plates off. For a little while he licked the screw on one end to lube it up.

To speed things along, the Urge had a bystander help out. The lucky man jerked off through his baseball shorts while his lips met Taebin's, with the bar between them.

Once the metal was moist enough to slide at least somewhat, the Urge had the teen walk off toward the pull up bars.

There was no way for him to sit on the prepared stick. It was simply too long.

He'd need help.

Taebin pulled himself up and raised his legs. With his arms and abs tightened under stress, he couldn't help but keep his sphincter strongly flexed while one of the dazzled men lined up the long barbell grip with the boy's hole.

A single shove and the winding part was in. Any normal person would have dropped from the pull up equipment and screamed in pain, but through mysterious powers Taebin's anal walls stayed intact. He got to feel the impact of getting fucked in a way he shouldn't have been able to survive.

The teen was starting to sweat. He didn't hold back with the deep groaning, his voice cracking.

He lowered his legs and began his pull up routine. The man anally impaling him shoved until he was inside to the collar that kept plates from sliding to the middle. This was almost as much as the last gym related victim had taken in.

Entirely of his own volition, Taebin dropped. The bar buried itself inside his torso with a force that should have killed him and to a depth that no regular gut could permit.

The boy was sweating a river, trembling like not in control of his nerves and moaned with his eyes fluttering. As he made a step backward, the bar dragged along the ground and Taebin cried out in inhuman pleasure.

The Urge had decided to let the teen come up with more. If that wasn't enough it could always add a few things.

Sweating, shivering Taebin, whose veins were popping off his lean fibers, dragged himself with insecure steps to the weight rack.

He grabbed two heavy dumbbells and made biceps curls. Meanwhile, another man walked up behind him and crouched down. The random guy took up the bar and twisted it like a screw. He pulled out and pushed in.

Taebin poked his ass out to make it easier. The teen screamed – really screamed – with every curl. An erotic sensation swept over him that didn't measure up in its intensity to anything known to man other than lethal pain.

Still doing arm exercises, the boy bent his knees some more. His anal equipment hit the ground again and Taebin squatted.

He squatted, shaking as if about to explode.

Then he made gagging sounds. The Urge had stretched the limits of anatomy as far as it could. Now the bar was almost to the length of Taebin's torso inside him and had gone through the stomach itself. It was poking into the esophagus.

That was as much as the Urge could get. Of course, it had to ask itself, if that was really true. Maybe... it could have something more.

The men turned to action and took Taebin's weights away from him. Then they gave him new ones – heavier ones. Instead of letting him to curls, they brought his hands together in front of his body and dropped weight plates on his forearms for him to hold.

Since the Urge had adjusted the teen's body to take whatever it was given, his sweat production increased to a level never seen before in nature.

Actual streams appeared on his skin. Taebin was practically raining sweat.

Two man held up the heaviest plates they could carry and put them on Taebin's shoulder, holding them in place. He was now loaded with more than his own body weight. Already squatting, the boy went deeper.

His screams turned to sobbing as the metal rod all the way through him reached his voicebox and larynx. Well, he could hold his breath indefinitely. He was made to take anything done to him.

Unable to hold himself up any longer, the teen sank with his ass to the floor. The barbell bar shot out of his mouth, making him throw back his head with wide eyes.

The cum shot was perhaps a record. His dick flung his load across the room and to the mirror on the other side.

Not a single drop landed on the boy. The Urge still had other men to work with, who were busy jerking off.

One by one, the half dozen older gym members creamed onto Taebin's face, letting his sweat wash the cum into his wide open mouth, past the metal rod sticking out of his throat and down into his receptive stomach.

Finally, they let up.

Freed from his burden, the muscle teen rose to a stand with a slow, steady motion.

The anal intruder slipped through him and he screamed out the moment he was able to do so again. Stepping forward, Taebin let the ground's friction pull the bar a little farther from his hole.

When the collar hit his sphincter from the inside, he reached under himself and pulled.

With a shout even louder than his others, the already slightly hoarse teen let himself experience his ass closing around the screw as the collar popped out. He kept pulling until the metal fell clanking to the floor.

The Urge was happy with the situation, but while Taebin had cummed, he still needed the pump. The Urge simply made sure the boy kept his workout going from where he had been interrupted. Right away, Taebin grabbed the dumbbells he had first used and continued his curls.

What little cum he hadn't swallowed was washed off him by his sweat, which hadn't yet returned to normal amounts. The Urge let the boy finish his routine in peace.

One week later

Byron had consulted the internet for ideas what to do with his urge for fucking his ass in mortal danger.

As it turned out there was some guy, who lived quite close, who had a page dedicated to collecting such ideas. This Keegan guy seemed only interested in doing not so dangerous suggestions, but he supplied evidence for everything he completed.

A few times, the ruined-looking boy had hinted in his posts that he might sell his actions to the highest bidder, but there were always some weirdos who wanted him to do outrageously dangerous stuff, so he never went through with the concept.

Well, Byron was certainly turned on beyond all reason by those suggestions. He could just steal them, of course.

But Byron was a clever boy – clever and greedy. He wanted, you might say, a little bit more. Maybe Keegan would share if he got his bids going with a partner.

Their first meeting was a resounding success. Keegan was fascinated by the tales of Byron's train and scaffolding adventures. Byron was fascinated by how a single guy could add so much perversion and humiliation to his looks.

They decided to lose their virginity together almost instantly. Of course, they had to document it. Keegan had gotten himself an expensive camera.

On the roof of a ten story building, Keegan wrecked Byron's hole while the younger boy hung over the edge. His toes were on the concrete roof, but the rest hovered over the abyss. He was held back by a belt around his neck, the other end firmly wrapped around Keegan's hand.

Byron's hands were tied behind his back. He could only breathe when Keegan pulled him back onto the roof proper so the belt could loosen for a moment. This was always followed by a thrust so hard, it sent Byron's upper body back over the edge again.

There were no rules, no safe words, no tricks. He was completely at the mercy of Keegan – an immensely perverse boy who was practically a stranger and by any indication crazy about self-destruction.

Byron cummed more often than he could count.

The bidding started the next day. The two boys' first mission was to fuck in the middle of a highway.

Two weeks later

Weston sat down on the bleachers. The boys from his school were playing against another team in a district not far from his own. He was among the teachers to accompany them.

It wasn't a great evening since the game wasn't at his school and thus he wouldn't get to use his hidden cams in the locker room. He didn't expect much from the next few hours.

That changed when an outrageously muscular, but extremely boyish Asian kid in a tank top and with a mohawk sat down right next to him.

"Hey," Weston said.

"Hey. S'up, man?" said the boy back in a drawling, macho way.

"Here to support your team, kiddo?"

"Sure am."

"Shouldn't a boy like you be down there, playing?"

The youthful muscle monster chuckled a loud, deep, testosterone laden laugh. "Don't fuckin' go here anymore, man. Just supporting some old friends."

"Oh. You've graduated?" It was strange but the boy's face didn't let him seem eighteen yet. Weston was quite surprised.

"Nah, just decided there's no fuckin' point. Kinda need to find a job. But I don't wanna skip workouts and meals so it's hard to fuckin' find something."

The professor suppressed a grin. "Totally understandable. I'm a teacher at the opponent team's school by the way. You can call me Weston."

"Sure. I'm Taebin."

"Say, Taebin... If someone well-earning would support your passion for physical activity..."

"Yeah?"

"Would you do a thing or two for them?"

"What thing?"

"How about making a little video clip?"

"Sure man, I fuckin' love showing off my gains. Just tell me what to do and where and how, and you've got a fuckin' deal, man."

Now Weston permitted himself to break into a smile. "I almost thought so."

One month later

It had taken very little convincing. Right after moving in with Keegan, Byron had started to transform himself. He rarely wore anything that wasn't from Keegan's wardrobe and he had – after a little more reluctance – adopted a similar hairstyle, but blue instead of pink.

He had however kept his eyebrows, and wasn't wearing any piercings so far. The two needed to save up to find a new apartment.

There was a knock at the door. Both boys were in the kitchen so they walked to open up together. A man they had never seen before greeted them.

"Hello, you two."

"Hey, Mister," said Keegan.

"I'm Weston. I've been following your blog for a little while and I'm very impressed with your commitment to entertaining your audience."

"Kay, thanks," Keegan said, sounding a little weirded out. They hadn't had to deal with any stalkers so far.

"Want an autograph?" Byron tried.

Weston chuckled. "I read in your last post that your landlord is kicking you out. Not everyone is supportive of your lifestyle, it seems."

"Tell me about it," Keegan said with a snort.

"Well, my boyfriend Taebin just moved in with me at my mansion. I'd let you stay there. No strings attached. No contract, unless you want one."

"I dunno," Byron said. "A mansion?"

"Rent is lower than whatever you're paying for this hole here, I promise. In fact, I'll let you stay rent free if..."

"Oh, here comes the catch," Keegan said.

"If I get to be the one documenting your little exploits."

"That's it?"

"Well, Taebin might want to join you occasionally." Weston pulled out his phone. "This is a pic of him, by the way."

The kid in the image looked impressive to say the least.

"Can I fuck him?" Keegan asked.

"I insist," Weston said. "He loves anal. I can barely keep up with his sex drive. You'd be helping me out, if anything."

Byron looked at Keegan. Keegan looked back at his boyfriend. The deal sounded... amazing. It was almost as if a higher power was looking out for them, guiding their ways.

But of course, that was ridiculous. They all had simply followed their desires. They had given in... to the Urge.

There wasn't supposed to be a part 2, but the Urge is too good a plot device to let it go to waste. Who was your favorite?