Breaking Point (Part 1)

There are always a few, every summer. The jocks needed summer jobs, after all. The rich ones had enough family connections to find something better than building and painting houses, but the poor ones, well, they usually answered my Craigslist ads. I give them a month, get to know them, see what they’re like. If they show some promise, some willingness to engage in hard work…I help them out a bit. But if they’re an asshole..well, what would you usually do with an asshole? I mean, I don’t know you that well, but hey, when I see an asshole, I fuck it, you know?

Leon was an asshole. I knew he was an asshole, in fact, when he showed up to the interview, wearing a tanktop, showing off that body of his that he worked so hard on. He smelled like he hadn’t had a shower recently, and I admit it, it got me a bit hard, smelling him, but that’s the kind of smell I like, you know? He was cocky. He gave all the right answers, but with a smirk that told me he’d be slacking off all day if I didn’t have someone keeping an eye on him day in and out. High school senior, heading off to college on a big football scholarship, he just wanted some extra cash but had no interest in working for it. Still, it was gonna be one of those summers, you know? I could just feel it. A boring, slow summer, so I figured why not? Might as well keep myself occupied, right?

I only needed two weeks to get fed up with the boy’s attitude. My instincts had been right, and so Monday I showed up with my special cigars tucked in my pocket. Now the rest of my crew, they’re pretty well inoculated. I’ve fucked around with all of them a bit–hell, a few of them were assholes in their time too, but my smoke just sends ‘em into a bit of daze at this point. They all like it, of course–makes them feel good and horny; they all tend to spend their lunch breaks fucking and sucking instead of eating, but a new guy like Leon? I smoked for ten minutes about twenty feet away that morning, and he was gone. I helped him into my trailer for a few hours, and we had a productive discussion, and that afternoon, I switched back to my normal smokes, and he was none the wiser, for the moment.

One thing about this summer was that we were having strange, heavy thunderstorms almost every afternoon, heavy enough that we’d have to stop working and take shelter in the shell of the house for twenty minutes or so, waiting for the rain to lighten up. Usually some guys would sneak around into the empty rooms and fuck for a bit–Leon hadn’t noticed of course, he was too fucking thick. Probably couldn’t even imagine that a bunch of rough looking construction workers like us might be, in his mind, complete faggots. Sure enough, that afternoon the rain came down and we took shelter–well, we all did, but Leon couldn’t get inside for some reason. The confusion on his face was lovely to witness, and the harder the rain came down, well, I saw his eyes glaze over, he gave a few snorts, and then he found a growing puddle of mud and started rolling in it, grinding his crotch into the muck, oinking and snorting, and the rest of us, fuck we were busting a gut at him! He sure seemed to be enjoying himself too–well, of course he was, he couldn’t help it.

The rain started to let up after fifteen minutes, and I knew, inside himself, he was hoping he’d be able to stop when the rain did, but instead, he found himself compelled to keep rolling in the mud, shoving it into his pants, getting his cock coated in it, grinding it into his face and hair. The rest of the guys went back to work, and we left him there in the muck for the rest of the day, helpless, listening to his grunt, oink and squeal in pleasure every time he came, and when quitting time came, the rest of the crew packed up and went off home, while I crouched down in front of him. I told him he had two choices–he could either spend all night in this muddy puddle, acting like a pig, hoping no one found him squealing and moaning like that, or he could let me fuck his ass, shoot in his hole, and he’d be able to go home.

He didn’t want to beg, he stayed silent, just grunting and grinding in the muck. I shrugged my shoulders and started to leave and got in my car, but once he realized I truly intended to abandon him, he had a change of heart–and so I gave him a good long fuck in the mud, and when it was finished, he finally crawled his way free, panting, exhausted and covered with grime, eyes filled with hate, but I just gave him a wink, and told him to be sure to be on time tomorrow. After all, I’d already forbidden him from quitting, and he wouldn’t be able to mention a word of this to anyone else. I wasn’t about to let this monster go so soon–I can’t let a man like that go without pushing him to the breaking point.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 9)

“Let’s get you in the sling,” Ralph said, but that was easier said than done, however, since Doug had started growing fatter and shorter throughout all of this. Now, he was just barely five foot two, and it took both of them to get him up into the leather seat, Ralph securing his boy’s ankles to the industrial chains, giving him easy access to his loose hole, and then chained Doug’s wrists as well, giving him complete control over his body.

He teased him for a few minutes, admiring the changes that had spread across him like wildfire, changes he was having a hard time even recalling. Everything about him just seemed so…normal. He sucked and chewed on one of his boy’s thick nipples before digging through one of his drawers, pulling out two snake bite suckers and attaching them, and then he tugged on his boy’s balls, feeling them swell and drop in his hand, Doug unable to suppress in groans, nor the precum which had begun flowing from the head of his huge cock. He was…beautiful, looking at him like this. Fat, filthy, nasty, covered with tattoos, everything he fucking wanted in a man, but…but that was because Ralph had made him this way…right?

He could remember now, dimly, how he’d taken the boy under his wing, fed him fatter, taught him the ways of filth and sex, covered him with the tattoos of his choosing, forced him to smoke constantly until he needed smoke and ash all day long, forbid him from cutting his hair of shaving any part of his body. As these memories flooded him, he felt like his own past was fading away. College–who the fuck was he kidding? He’d never gone to college, hell, he’d never wanted to go to college, he’d dropped out a high school years ago. Yeah…years…ago. His beard was beginning to grey, long streaks mixing with the brown–the same with his hair. Face growing cragged and wrinkled, scars to match his oft broken nose from fights and rough fucks, and this sweet young boy, fuck. His boy. He’d always wanted one, and now he had one.

He stepped away from the sling and pulled on a thick, industrial rubber glove, coating it with a thick layer of crisco from a half used tub on the dresser, and then walked back, pushing two fingers into Doug’s ass, his weak hole accepting them willingly, listening to the boy moan, swinging his body onto the intruding hand. Three fingers, four, and then his fist popped inside him, Doug letting off something between a sigh and moan as his daddy’s fist invaded his ass. It was…so familiar to him. Ralph twisted his wrist, applied a bit of pressure, and his boy’s dick started spraying piss all over the both of them, Ralph licking it from his beard and mustache as he grinned, watching his boy loose complete control, pressing harder until it was completely empty, and then he switched again, and started prodding his prostate.

He never touched his boy’s cock–he didn’t need to. Doug’s groans and moans only grew louder from the stimulation, his cock flooding precum from his massive balls, until his daddy finally milked a massive orgasm from him, making him shout and groan and cry, sucking down smoke from the cigar still in his mouth, and Ralph yanked out his hand and replaced it with his cock, fucking the loose hole raw until he too was cumming, feeling a bit…light headed. His boy’s collar…it was glinting, shimmering. It seemed so bright, all of a sudden, and everything else was so dark. Doug seemed to have passed out in the sling, and Ralph struggled against the darkness. He didn’t want to go under again, he didn’t want to loose himself again, no more, no…more…

“Daddy? Daddy!”

Ralph gave a snort on the filthy, piss soaked floor where he’d collapsed, rolled up onto his ass, rubbing the side of his head. Fuck..what the hell was that?

“You ok?”

“Fine…I think…” Ralph said, grabbed onto the chains of the sling and hauled himself back up, Doug swinging to and fro from his weight, the ceiling groaning where the chains were anchored.

“Thought I might be stuck,” Doug said.

“Heh, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” Ralph said, leaned over his boy and gave him a deep, smoky kiss, “Just got…too excited, is all. Still, how ‘bout we get ya down?”

He undid the shackles holding Doug’s arms and legs, and helped his short boy down from the sling, holding his filthy body tight to him. He was still horny, and before Doug could get dressed, he bent his boy over and ate out his nasty loose hole, tasting the grease and his own cum from earlier all over his boy’s crack, sucking down his farts in between drags off his cigar, and Doug looked around the room.

It wasn’t much, their little studio, but neither of them made much money. Well, he was the one who worked to support them, really, with construction work during the day and offering up his ass all night. Daddy worked…sometimes. He had a hard time getting hired, and he usually lost his temper whenever anyone tried to tell him what to do. Still, it worked out, and he did what he could. He had his daddy to think of, after all. Some little voice in his head was screaming though, that this was wrong, but it was getting quieter. He gripped his chain collar and felt it diminish more, until he couldn’t hear the words, just feel an odd unease.

Ralph finally came up for air, licking his lips, “Let’s go for a ride, boy. A long one, a few weeks–nah, fuck that. Even longer I gotta feel the wind for a while, too fuckin’ cooped up here.”

“I gotta work in the morning, daddy. We ain’t got nothin’ for rent.”

“Fuck that,” Ralph said, grabbing hold of his chain, “We’ve lived on the road before. Only thing you gotta do is keep daddy happy, and daddy ain’t happy here. Now come on, let’s pack our shit, just what we need. We can meet up with some old buddies a mine; they got a nice clubhouse where we can stay as long as we want. Don’t need rent–they’ll just want our holes. They’re sick fucks, but nothin’ we don’t love anyway.”

Doug couldn’t say no, and so they suited up in their filthy leathers, hoped on their bikes, and rode off into the night, their old lives just glimmers in the back of their minds. Eddie, however, had been keeping an eye on them. Another great buy–he looked at the two collections of preppy clothes and college supplies he’d recently acquired–and knew he’d be making someone happy next weekend at his next special sale.

The End

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 8)

Thankfully he didn’t pass anyone on the way to the dorm, though it was difficult getting out his key so he could swipe it at the entrance to the building. Their room was on the second floor, and he must be getting tired faster than usual, because it seemed like with each step up Doug grew heavier, dragging him down a bit more. He stumbled to their door, fiddled with his keys, pushed his way in and unslung his roommate off his shoulder and onto his bed. He was still out–is this how long he’d been out, when it had happened to him before? It hadn’t felt like it had taken this long, but he wasn’t sure. One thing he did know, was that something strange was happening to Doug.

The sensation of him growing heavier hadn’t been an illusion. He’d started off as very lithe, probably one hundred forty pounds on a six foot two frame, but here in the room, he seemed to have lost a bit of height…and he was packing on weight. He already had sprouted a gut, and as Ralph watched, it was only getting bigger…in fact, he couldn’t…look away. Fuck, just seeing his boy like that, he was getting horny. The small clothes were starting to cut into him; Ralph grabbed hold and ripped them off, licking his bearded lips as he did, and fuck, he pushed up one of Doug’s arms, got down on his knees and shoved his nose and mouth in the pit, snorting and licking, feeling a bush of hair sprouting as he did–nearly as thick as his own…and the more he licked, the thicker–and ranker, the armpit became.

No, no! He yanked himself back, unable to understand the feelings washing over him. He couldn’t do this, the guy wasn’t…wasn’t even awake…but the need, the desire was overwhelming him. He passed over the stinking pit and started sucking his nipples, biting and pulling on them until they were thick, inch masses, studded with piercings, and then worked lower to his cock. It was hardening from the attention, and he swallowed it down, sucking it, feeling it grow and expand as he did until it started pushing its way down his throat and was so thick his jaw ached. Then he rolled his boy over, kneading his ass with both hands, feeling it inflate as he did, before spreading them apart and diving in, licking the crack with broad sweeps of his tongue, his spit sprouting thick ass hair as he did, and then started tunnelling into his hole, feeling it loosen at his will. He took deep inhales of smoke and blew it into his ass, and it was blown back into his face as ripe, pungent farts–but Doug didn’t wake up until Ralph shoved his cock inside him. He screamed, and tried to claw away his way off Ralph’s cock, but he grabbed a handful of Doug’s hair, feeling it lengthen so he could get a better grip, yanking back, bucking deep, sinking his teeth and sucking at his boy’s neck, feeling his terror ease into pleasure, until he was pushing back, eager to feel his daddy’s dick inside him. Ralph’s teeth left a strange mark on his skin, it began to discolor in odd shades, and then began to spread out as wild, whirling tattoos around his neck, down his entire back, around onto his chest, and down his arms past his wrists. Ralph’s breathing was turning ragged and quick; he was close. With a low growl he came deep inside Doug’s loose ass, but this was wrong, fuck, what the fuck had he just done? He pulled out early, spurting cum all over Doug’s filthy crack and stumbled back and away towards his side of the room, staring at his roommate, his…boy.

Doug was still moaning and groaning on the bed, but it wasn’t clear whether it was from pleasure or pain, or some strange combination. Now that he no longer had Ralph’s heavy body keeping him down, he could roll over and sit up, cum leaking from his hole onto his sheets, and he looked down at himself, at his fat body still growing fatter, the tattoos coating him, and he looked up at Ralph across the room. He wanted to be angry–he knew he should be angry, but all he felt was hunger, and this strange desire to…to serve. It was overwhelming, his daddy…he had to serve his daddy, and he got off the bed, falling to his hands and knees and crawled towards him.

“Don’t…don’t come over here, I don’t know what’ll happen if you do,” Ralph said, “I can’t stop this, I don’t even know what I’m doing!”

“F-Fuck you…” was all Doug could manage in reply, before pressing his face to Ralph’s filthy boots running his tongue over them, coating it in the filth there, eating it down. He kept…trying to grab his cock, but for some reason it was hard for him to grasp. It certainly wasn’t an issue with it being small–rather it was this…strange idea in his head that he shouldn’t touch it. That he wasn’t allowed to touch it.

Ralph was quivering, looking down at Doug licking his boots clean, feeling these desires rising in him, strange, perverse fantasies. He sucked a deep draw off his cigar, a large cinder falling from the end and hitting the floor–without even needing to be told, Doug scooped it up in his mouth and chewed it down, before returning to his daddy’s boots. He couldn’t stop himself. He aimed his cock and started pissing all over him, watching the stinking yellow run over his head, soaking his long hair and coating his body in filth, Doug shuddering beneath him and licking up as much as he could from the floor, but Ralph reached down after he finished, grabbed his boy by the chain collar, feeling that same odd heat pulse through him, and hauled him to his feet, shoving his tongue in his mouth. After eating his boots, ash and piss it was none too clean, teeth chipped and rotting, yellow with smoke, black with ash, but it tasted…it tasted wonderful. They pulled apart and took a hit off their cigars–though Doug couldn’t remember when he’d actually lit one, and then shared another smoky kiss, grinding their filthy bellies together, Ralph’s hands twisting and yanking on his boy’s nipples, and then one dropped down and started stroking his cock, feeling him spasm and groan.

“How long has it been, boy, since I gave you a good milking?”

“Too…too long daddy,” Doug sighed.

“Well how about we do somethin’ about that, eh?”

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 7)

Doug had heard tales of wild roommates in college, that the “matchmaking” attempts by colleges generally resulting in horrible Freshman combinations, but it was past Labor Day, and he was already wondering how in the hell he could get rid of this fucker. Everything had been fine for orientation, hell, Ralph had actually seemed like a normal, decent guy, but this fucking weekend, what in the hell had happened to the guy from before? He didn’t have a problem with someone being a bit of a slob–hell, he wasn’t exactly the cleanest guy either–but this…mess.

Ralph’s “side” of the room looked like a bomb had hit it, and smelled like it had been a bomb filled with piss. Filthy clothes were strewn everywhere, across the floor, the chair, all of it muddy and messy. His computer had disappeared, replaced by a tool box, his posters of indie bands suddenly biker memorabilia, but how had he even had time to redecorate, when it seemed like he’d spent all weekend out getting drunk and smoking. Hell, it smelled like he’d even been smoking in the room, while he was gone. He’d already tried talking to the RA, but he’d said that unless he did it in front of him, there wasn’t anything he could do, which meant Doug was on his own. He’d tried to just stay away from the room as long as he could, but maybe he just needed to have a fight with the guy, see if he could sort some this shit out before it got even more out of control…but when he returned to the room that evening, Ralph wasn’t there–thankfully–but the room had somehow grown even more disgusting. It was littered with sex toys, leather gear and who knew what else. Disturbed at what might have been happening, he fled the building and walked around the side, when a nearly familiar voice shouted out his name behind him.

Doug looked over his shoulder–the fattest, filthiest man he’d ever seen was panting after him, beard grown down past his waist, hair nearly as long grown down his back. He had a cigar shoved in the corner of his mouth, and was wearing chaps and a vest over some of the most disgusting clothing he’d ever laid eyes on in his life, and the guy looked like he’d gotten in a fight earlier, from the swollen nose on his face. He didn’t know how he knew it, but it was Ralph–his roommate. Part of his head knew it couldn’t possibly be, but it was, and that uncertainty drove him to walk faster, and then break into a jog.

“Wait! Fucker, I just…come on!” the man behind him shouted. Doug knew he could outrun him. He ccould outrun nearly everyone–hell, his performance in track had helped get him into this school with a scholarship, but what was he doing? He’d been planning on confronting this guy, they needed to hash this shit out before the semester got going, if they were going to live together…right? But why…why was someone like Ralph going to…college? He looked much too old for one thing, from the streaks of grey in his hair and beard, which Doug could see better once he turned around, stopped, and let the fat biker catch up to him.

Ralph reached where he was standing, and then doubled over, trying to catch his breath.

“Be easier if you didn’t smoke that shit.”

“Fuck…Fuck you…” he gasped, “I really don’t need that shit right now, it’s been…a really strange weekend.”

“No fucking shit!” Doug said, “What the fuck are you even doing? Our room’s a fucking sty, and I know you’ve been smoking and drinking in there. What the hell is wrong with you? Classes start tomorrow.”

“I…I know that…” Ralph stood up and bent back, but when he did something slipped from the pocket of his vest and hit the ground in front of Doug’s feet. It was a small box, and when it hit the sidewalk it came apart, a shiny chain landing on the ground, with a lock. Doug…couldn’t look away from it, and he bent down to grab it. Ralph tried to warn him halfheartedly, but didn’t move to stop him. His roommate grabbed it and picked it up, feeling a bit woozy and hot suddenly, his heart racing.

“Fuck, I feel…kind of weird…” Doug said, and Ralph, realizing what was about to happen, guided his collapsing roommate into his arms as he fainted–and he looked around. It would be easiest to get him back to their room–so he hefted his limp, unconscious roommate over his shoulder and started for the dorm, not noticing that somehow the chain had gone from being in Doug’s fist, to being around his neck, with the padlock closed, securing it tight, like a necklace…or perhaps a collar.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 6)

“I can’t believe it fuckin’ happened again,” Ralph said, and peeled the wad of paper towels away from his nose, “How does it look?”

“Broken,” Eddie said, “But here, I know how to help that.”

Before Ralph could tell him no, Eddie grabbed the broken nose in his fingers and twisted it back into place, making Ralph howl in pain, eyes watering, nose gushing blood all over again. “Fuck! That fucking hurt, you fucker!”

“Well, at least it’s straight…er,” Eddie said, “I’ll go get you some ice.”

He’d woken on the garage floor in a pool of blood, Eddie slapping his face and trying to get him to respond. His nose hurt like hell; Eddie had tried to catch him when he’d fallen forward, but Ralph had been too heavy for him. He’d helped him up and brought him inside, where they were trying to get the bleeding under control, and Ralph was trying to figure out what had happened. He’d fainted again, he could remember that…but the events leading up to it were just…blank. He was mostly pissed he’d gotten blood on his leather vest–sure, it wasn’t the first time he’d gotten blood on it, but still. Eddie returned with a bag of ice that Ralph gingerly pressed to his nose, and sighed.

“You know, usually the best thing for an injury is something to distract you,” Eddie said. Ralph wanted to ask what he had in mind, but he felt the hand unzipping the fly of the filth crusted jeans he had on under his leather chaps, and decided he could use a little pleasure after all this…even if this wasn’t quite what he’d had in mind, when he’d come here, planning on getting into Eddie’s pants. That…is what he’d been planning, right? Eddie pulled his cock free of the filthy jock he had on, and started sucking it clean. Ralph moaned, and the pain in his nose did ease up a little bit, and he started rocking forward and back, the dildo lodged in his ass under his jeans grinding against his prostate. He didn’t last particularly long, and Eddie seemed happy to swallow down the full load of biker cum, and then some. He stood back up, and dropped his own pants, letting his own cock loose in Ralph’s face.

“Man, I ain’t suckin’ your cock with a broken nose.”

“I just sucked yours, fucker.”

“I thought that was a pity suck!”

They fought, and Ralph eventually relented to a compromise, bent over the side of the couch, and let Eddie pull the six inch dildo from his hole and give him a good fucking, which did help with the pain too, Ralph decided, though he didn’t admit it out loud. Eddie eventually came, and then slipped the dildo back in.

“Not quite how I thought this afternoon was going to go,” he admitted, getting his jeans and chaps sorted out around his fat ass again.

“Heh, well, I did have something else I wanted to give you…or rather, I thought you might want to give it to someone else,” Eddie said. “I mean, if you like it, go ahead and wear it, but I think that would be a bit of a waste.”

Ralph gave him a confused look; Eddie refused to elaborate, but handed him a small box. He opened the lid, and found a thick chain inside and a padlock, long enough to turn into a necklace–although why that was the first thing he thought of, he couldn’t say. Still…he was wary of touching it, and put the lid back on the box. “I don’t understand…”

“Hey, it’s almost done, and you’ve done so well Ralph, really.”

“I…I never told you my name. How do you know that, anyway?”

Eddie winked. “Look, I hate to cut this short, but I really need to get myself packed up, you know? How’s the bleeding? You good to ride?”

“I’ve ridden with worse,” Ralph said, and with a hand from Eddie he got up from the couch, and handed him the ice pack, “Can I at least rinse the blood from my beard?”

“Hell, take a shower if you want.”

Ralph laughed, “I don’t fuckin’ take showers.”

Eddie showed him to the sink, Ralph carefully rinsed the clotted blood from his beard, and then left through the front door, box in hand, but when he got to the sidewalk, next to his Harley, he looked back, and his jaw dropped. The house…the house was gone. Well, not gone, but…abandoned. It looked like it had been foreclosed on years earlier, and no one had moved in since…but then…how had…

It was like he was grasping at straws. He could remember Eddie, but everything else, it was a blur, including his life. He had a bike, but where was he supposed to go? He didn’t have a home, he didn’t…didn’t have anything, really. Just a box with a chain inside. It was hard to remember, but hadn’t he been…a student? Yeah, he could kind of remember a dorm room, or something like that. It was, he decided, better than nothing at all. He climbed on his bike, revved it up, and drove off towards campus, hoping he might find an answer there.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 5)

It was later than he’d figured, and he was even slower than before. Ralph had to stop at that park again to catch his breath, smoke down a cigar, and also take a moment to shoot a load of cum in his pants, before continuing on towards Eddie’s house…but it was becoming harder to remember why exactly he’d been heading over there. Sure, the sale was still on, but he didn’t really feel like buying anything. In the back of his mind he knew that there was something else, some problem that he’d been wanting Eddie to help him out with, but the exact nature of his problem had slipped from his mind. Still, he…did want to see him, badly. He finally turned the corner of Eddie’s block, just in time to see the big man smoking a cigar, folding up his lawn chair, tucking it inside the garage, and lowering the door.

This caused Ralph to panic, though again he wasn’t sure why, and he hurried his pace as best he could, beard and hair soaked to the scalp with sweat, thighs chaffing in his sodden overalls. “Hey!” he shouted before Eddie could duck inside the closing door, and he waved at him. Eddie looked up and over at the fat, filthy man struggling up his driveway, grinned, and slipped back out.

“Ralph! I didn’t think you were coming today.”

“Sorry, I had a late night, and had a hard time getting up this morning. You closing up for the day already?”

“Already? It’s five.”

Five? Really? Ralph looked up at the sky, and saw the sun had indeed slipped much closer to the horizon that he’d thought. Had…had he had another one of his episodes without realizing it?

“It’s not really a problem,” Eddie continued, “If you wanna take a look around, be my guest, but it’s slim pickings at this point.”

“No, I mean…I…I had something I wanted to ask you, but…well, but I forgot, you see. I’m having…oh that’s…look, you know that first day? Saturday? When I fainted? Did…did anything about that seem, I don’t know, strange to you?”

“You mean, aside from you fainting?” Eddie laughed, smoke chuffing out of his mouth, and the smell of the fumes nearly made Ralph groan around his own cigar.

“I mean, did I, like, change at all?”

Eddie cocked an eyebrow and his head to one side, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Hell, I’m not sure what I mean either, but it happened again yesterday, after I left, and…and I’m just a bit worried, is all.”

“Look, why don’t you come on inside, and we’ll…talk about it, eh?” Eddie said. “Plus, I do have some stuff in the garage I think a guy like you might appreciate–not many customers come along with your tastes, you know?”

“My…tastes?”

Eddie rolled his eyes and stepped in the garage, “Come on, I’ll get us a couple of beers, and see if we can sort out your problems.” Ralph followed him, and Eddie pulled the door down after them. Even though the day was brisk, it had been sunny and the garage was stuffy and hot. “Now give me a sec, I gotta dig the stuff out. Take a look around if you want.”

Like Eddie had said, the tables were quite bare, and Eddie, for some reason, didn’t feel much like touching anything on them. In fact, he was doing his best to not touch any of it. He could…remember before, how everything had escalated, how he’d gotten lightheaded before each time here. The only thing he couldn’t resist was a leather biker vest, which was in decent condition even though it was filthy as hell, and some chaps beside it, his heart racing a bit at the feel of the leather in his fingers. Eddie let out a shout, and materialized with a medium sized box and set it on the table. Out of curiosity more than real buyer’s interest, Ralph opened it and started digging through the stuff inside–it too was full of leather…and dildos, and lube, and elbow length rubber gloves and strange looking hoods and masks. He recoiled and stumbled back, his heart jumping into his throat.

“What…what the hell is that shit?” Ralph asked.

“Oh, you know…I was into some kinky stuff when I was a bit younger, I guess I just assumed you were too.”

“I mean, I’m not–”

Eddie set the box down and stepped closer, pushing their guts together like before, Ralph’s cock straining against his jock.

“I know how you feel, how you gotta pretend, but there ain’t no one here now,” Eddie leaned in closer. The air had become choked with their smoke, and Ralph was breathing shallow. He leaned in too, but his face slipped past Eddie’s as he collapsed face first to the concrete floor.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 4)

He woke up the next morning, later than even the day before, face down and snoring on his side of the room. He…didn’t quite remember what had happened the night before, very clearly. He was still dressed in his overalls, but they were…damp. Or at least the crotch was…and one leg all the way down to his socks. He only had one boot on. Next to the bed were two bottles of cheap whisky, one empty, the other nearly, which did a lot to explain his raging headache…but where in the hell had he even gotten the booze to begin with? He’d gone to eat dinner and stuffed himself for a couple hours, but when he’d finished and gone back outside to smoke…he’d felt kind of antsy, almost jittery…and walked a little ways off campus to a convenience store where he’d bought the whiskey…he thought. Yeah…he bought it all the time. Sure, he wasn’t twenty-one, but nobody fucking carded him, not with the beard and his hair and his clothes. He yawned, and felt something hard clink against his front teeth, and he covered his mouth with one grimy hand, before sticking out his tongue and feeling the piercing in the middle of it. Where in the fucking hell had that come from? Had he gone out last night? All he could remember was coming back to his room, getting drunk, yelling at his roommate when the guy came home and complained about the booze and smoke, and then nothing else.

He pushed himself up in bed, and he could smell the piss soaked into the bed. In his mind, he knew it should disgust him…and yet, his cock was getting hard in the cold, wet crotch of his overalls, and he rubbed it, unable to help himself. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, at the piercings studded all over his face–eyebrows, septum, lips, ears…nipples…cock–and the tattoos covering his arms and chest, and that was all he needed–he freed his cock through the fly and jacked off quickly into the palm of his hand, tugging on the thick gauge PA lodged in the head, licking the cum up afterward, and then lit a cigar, feeling the hangover easing off–finishing off the last bottle of whiskey helped too…and so did whipping out his cock, leaning back on his bed…and pissing up all over himself, feeling it soak into his shirt and coat his belly, running down into the creases of his fat, stinking body…and…and what the hell was he doing?

Seriously, what was he doing?

His body continued, but his mind felt like it had derailed. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t anyone. No one behaved like this, especially not in college. Was…was he even going to college? He had to be right, or else why was he in a dorm room? Classes started tomorrow, but for the life of him he couldn’t recall one piece of the schedule he’d signed up for during orientation the week before. This was wrong, how had any of this even happened?

Eddie. Fuck, just…just thinking of him now, he couldn’t stop himself from jacking his cock again, disturbed at his own behavior, at the volume of his moans, at the delight he was taking it rolling around in the now twice soaked bed, feeling it creak and groan beneath his massive heft. But everything had started with…with that first time he’d fainted. Maybe…Maybe Eddie knew something. Maybe he could tell him something about that, the first time, something that could help him understand what was happening to him. Yeah, he needed to see Eddie, if he could just…just talk…talk to him, he could…could…

He groaned, shooting a massive load all over the front of his overalls, his fat hands grinding it into the fabric along with his piss and sweat. He didn’t…didn’t have any time to waste, before this just got worse. Who knew when he might faint again, and what might happen to him if he does? He…he certainly didn’t have time to change clothes or anything, certainly not. He sat back up, slipped on his one lost boot, and then waddled his way out of the room without even thinking of changing his clothes, down the stairs and out onto campus, reeking of piss and cum and smoke. But Eddie…Eddie would help him. Eddie would help him sort all of this out, he was sure of it.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 3)

Ralph hoped that simply getting away from Eddie would be enough for his heart to settle down, but instead it just kept thumping away in his chest as he walked down the street, to the corner, and turned towards campus. He was still exhausted from the first walk, however, and by the time he was halfway home, his thighs and quads were burning from the exertion of hauling himself around. There was a park on the block he was walking past, and he decided he could use a rest–just a short one to catch his breath, get himself back under control, and then he could get back to campus, and try and forget all about Eddie. He couldn’t go back there, he knew that. Not after blowing his load like that, how could he explain that moan he’d let off when it happened? He could have sworn Eddie had seen the wet spot covering his crotch too. He sat down on the first bench he came too, heaving a sigh, trying to figure out why he felt both so tired and so full of energy, all at the same time, like something was building up in him, something he couldn’t quite explain.

He ran his hands down the sides of his jeans, trying to get rid of the sweat coating his palms, when he felt something hard in his front right pocket, along with his keys. He had no clue what it could be–he fished around inside it, grabbed in his fist, the warmth nearly making him nauseous. From the feel of it, it could only be one thing–the lighter, the zippo lighter. Had…had he taken it? Had Eddie handed it to him without him noticing? The warmth was intense, like the lighter was on fire. He kept trying to make his fist drop it–instead it clutched it even tighter, feeling the metal imprint his flesh. He certainly had to pay for it…right? He…He should…go back…pay for…

He snorted awake on the bench a short while later–he wasn’t quite sure how much later. It couldn’t have been an hour, but he was still disoriented, looking around and trying to figure out where he was. It took him a few moments to piece things together, how he’d left the garage sale in somewhat of a froth, though he was having a hard time remembering why he’d been so…crazy. He’d been walking home and tired, and he’d been craving a cigar. He’d sat down on the bench to take a break, and then…then he’d just fainted away. He must have been more tired than he’d thought.

He fished a cellophane wrapped cigar from his pocket. His lighter was already in his hand–he must have gotten it out before falling asleep. He unwrapped it, slipped it in his mouth and puffed it too life, taking a deep inhale, and sighing out a plume of smoke into the crisp fall air, slipping his lighter back into his pocket as he did. A small part of him wondered what exactly he thought he was doing; wondered where he’d gotten the cigar from; wondered about these strange fainting spells he was having all of a sudden. Those concerns drifted off in the cool breeze in the park, and he found himself squeezing his cock in his jeans, thinking about bumping bellies with Eddie, and wondering if his garage sale would be open again on Monday. He had said all weekend…maybe he could pay him another visit. That strange energy he’d felt building all morning was still lingering in his chest, but he passed it off as butterflies. Halfway done with his cigar, but feeling rejuvenated, he hefted himself up and continued on towards campus, itching his face as he went.

He got back in the early afternoon, after a short detour to a local smoke shop for another pack of cigars, since this was apparently his last one. As soon as he’d smoked it to the butt he found himself compelled to light a second; sure, he knew he shouldn’t smoke this much, but he just couldn’t…stop himself. Didn’t want to stop himself. He got back to campus and got any number of odd looks from students, and a few angry comments reminding him the entire campus was smoke free, but he brushed it off. A little smoke wasn’t going to kill anybody–but he did have the courtesy to finish before going into his dorm. His roommate was out, which was a relief again. Between the cigars and his earlier contact with Eddie, he was horny as fuck all over again…and then he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror.

Those…weren’t the clothes he’d put on when he’d left for the day. He remembered, when he’d woken up on the bench he’d had on jeans and a collared shirt, sneakers on his feet. Not…overalls, the knees crusty with mud, grungy work boots (which he swore he had seen somewhere before) and a white tank stained yellow, reeking of sweat (and…piss?) which left a bit too much flab exposed for him to feel all that comfortable. His face was odd too, his stubble thick, or was it a beard? He’d never had facial hair before in his life, or ever really been able to grow anything like a beard, but…but it looked good. His hair was too long, though. Still, if it was a bit longer he could put it in a ponytail or something, at least keep it out of his face. His…fat face. Was he fatter? I mean, he’d always been fat, but it seemed like he was even…bigger. The discomfort evaporated faster than he could process it, and when he checked the closet for some more…professional clothes, only to discover all he had was filthy workwear, it bothered him less than he knew it should. It also did nothing to help his horniness, and after he blew a wad in his jockstrap, he felt much better–aside from being hungry as fuck. He tromped downstairs and headed for the dining hall, but stood outside so he could smoke a cigar first. He felt…good, but the looks he kept getting…from the students filing in and out of the doorway…it didn’t help him shake the feeling that something had gone horrifically wrong, and there might be nothing he could do to stop it.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 2)

Ralph tried to not be there too early, but how early could he get there without looking suspicious? He occupied himself with breakfast–which took longer than he’d expected after three trips through the dining hall to fill his fat gut, unable to stop rubbing his hard cock as he ate himself silly and occasionally sticking his hand in his pants, feeling his damp jock, coating his hand in his precum and musk and smelling it off the palm of his hand, thinking…thinking about Eddie. Something about him, it had flipped a switch he hadn’t even known, and all night long he’d had these dreams. The most intense wet dreams he’d ever had–hell, even his roommate hadn’t been able to look him in the eye this morning, so they must have been loud–but fuck him. Or rather, fuck Eddie. Fuck, he wanted to fuck him so damn bad…or be fucked by him, or…or all of it was confusing, really. He’d never felt this way before, but it was just…just there, and he didn’t know how to turn it off or deny it. He just had to see him again. He knew there was no way a man like that, a big man like that could be interested in him, of course, but…well, the way he’d looked at him, he had a feeling that maybe, well, who really knew who was into what or why?

He finished eating at around ten, and then started walking towards Eddie’s house. It was a good distance, and the walk seemed much more difficult than it had the day before, and when he finally reached his driveway, Ralph was soaked with sweat, and he could smell his filthy jockstrap through the jeans he was wearing. Eddie grinned when he saw him coming, and waved; Ralph waved back, and then walked over to where he was sitting in his lawn chair, panting a bit. “Glad to see you made it back,” Eddie said, “You doin’ ok? I don’t need you collapsin’ at my feet again.”

“Nah, I’m…I’m good,” Ralph said, “Just a…longer walk than…I remember.”

“You need something to drink? Some water?”

Ralph nodded, and Eddie handed him a water bottle from the table next to him. Ralph drank almost the whole thing, and gave it back. His hand touched his, and something he could only call a shock raced through him, heart pumping a little faster, cock hardening, straining in his jock. He remembered from his dreams, the two of them, naked, grinding their fat sweaty bodies together in the garage, wondering if he tasted as good as Ralph had dreamed.

“You gonna take a look around?”

Ralph nodded, trying not to visibly shake, and backed away, walking into the shade of the garage and the tables, where a few older ladies were also looking at his wares. A few things on the tables caught his eye, and he picked them up as he went–occasionally, something would give off a similar spark and warmth to…to something else, something he could barely remember. Something would tell him to hold on, to cling to it, but instead he would drop it back the table like a hot coal. A half empty bottle of beard oil, an assorted collection of hair ties, a box full of thick metal rings and studs that looked like piercings; a well used pair of steel toe biker boots; a pile of red, black and yellow bandanas, all stained stiff with sweat and who knew what else; a collection of empty liquor bottles. At the back of the garage were a few racks and stands of clothes, most of it workwear in various states of disrepair and cleanliness. In fact, nothing seemed to have been washed, and the smell…it was Eddie’s smell. He leaned in close to the clothes, sniffing them, cock leaking into the front of his jeans, veins throbbing, head light, but he saw someone else shopping give him a strange look and he pulled back from it, but that throbbing, that numbing sensation was only building in him, in his chest, in his groin.

He could also sense Eddie’s eyes on him, almost constantly. At first he was worried that he made Eddie out to be a thief; but the man’s attention seemed more intense than that, like he could sense this odd energy building up inside him, but Ralph did his best to ignore him, even as his body tried to draw him closer under any pretext, his mind trying to distract himself with other objects. He felt insane, he felt like he was going to explode at any moment. He had to get free, he needed some air. The garage was too stuffy, he was too horny, and he moved down the aisles towards the garage door, where he found himself blocked by Eddie, their bellies colliding, making Ralph shiver and nearly cum in his jockstrap.

“Hey, I was thinking, and there’s something in particular I thought might interest you, Ralph,” Eddie said, and held something out to him. It was a shiny silver box–Eddie flipped it open, revealing a lighter, “I used to collect these, they’re worth a good penny to the right buyer, if you aren’t a smoker–but the way you were looking at my cigar yesterday I thought–”

“Thanks, but I need to get back to campus,” Ralph said and pushed himself past, pressing their bodies together, and he spasmed, feeling his cock release, “Got a bunch of homework, I’m not that interested…really.” He pushed past him and waddled down the driveway, head spinning. Eddie thought about following him, but decided against it. The boy had all he needed, after all, he could just wait.

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 1)

Ralph was a bit of a sucker for garage sales. Having grown up with a working single mother, they had spent quite a few weekends going around town to different sales, where they would occasionally find some clothes are a game for him, but her real target had always been collectibles. She had a knack for haggling, and she could usually pick out some piece of glassware or ornament priced way below what she could get for it on ebay, and Ralph had always sort of enjoyed watching his mother get the best of people, sometimes with a few hundred dollars of profit to help make ends meet. Now, as a poor college student starting as a Freshman, he’d found his mother’s lessons proved more beneficial than he might have imagined, and decided he too could make some extra cash. Labor day weekend was a great time for sales, and he started early Saturday, eventually coming round to a sizable sale out in front of a rundown ranch style home. It was manned by a bored looking, heavy set man slouching in a lawn chair under an awning–easy target, if he had anything worthwhile.

He made a quick circuit of the tables, other people talking quietly around various curios, mismatched dishes, and piles of towels. Nothing seemed particularly interesting–but one table simply had rows and rows of boxes full of disorganized stuff, all of it free for the taking. There might be something of worth in there, but going through all of them would take forever. Still, he had the time, and so he started digging around, finding nothing until he reached the third box, and his hand brushed against something strange, some sort of scratchy cloth, but as soon as it brushed his skin, he felt a shiver ripple through him, his breath growing quick and shallow. He gripped the thing and pulled it free from the box, only to find a wadded up jockstrap in his hand, not a small one either from the amount of fabric, none to clean from how crispy it felt, in fact he could smell it, could smell the…the cum soaked and dried into it, the piss…he…he was feeling hot now, and a bit faint, his vision tunnelling–

“Hey–Hey! Buddy, you ok?”

He was flat on his back. What had just happened? There were a bunch of faces looking down at him.

“You alright?”

It was the man from the lawn chair, the fat guy who’d seemed so bored. What in the hell had just happened? He’d…he could remember picking…something up, but he couldn’t remember what, and then…then he’d obviously fainted or something. The guy got down on one knee with a grunt, and Ralph could see his gut hanging out the bottom of his…his shirt, his eyes fixated on it there, barely able to keep himself from reaching out to touch it, instead grabbing hold of the man’s hand, helping him sit up. It seemed to take more effort than it usually did, like something was pushing back–and sure enough, something was. He’d sprouted…sprouted a gut…or had he always had a gut? He was still feeling dizzy and light headed, but he could…could have sworn he hadn’t been fat, and yet who was he trying to kid? Of…of course he’d been fat, he told himself, he been fat all his life.

“You need to come inside for some water?”

“No…No, I’m ok, I think…” Ralph said, “Must just be the heat today.”

“No kidding. Look, at least let me drive you home. Where do you live?”

The rest of the group had dispersed, and Ralph told him he was fine, that he’d feel bad if the guy had to abandon his sale for him. The guy insisted, however, and so they shut the garage door, Ralph told him he was a college student, and the man smirked. He helped Ralph into his truck, started the engine, and headed for campus.

“I…did you tell me your name?” Ralph asked.

“Eddie’s what most people call me,” the man said with a wink, “You mind if I smoke?” he said, pulling out a cigar. From Ralph’s meek reply he could sense that Ralph did mind, but he lit up anyway. He dropped him in front of his dorm, and before Ralph shut the door, he said, “I know ya didn’t get to buy anything, but I’ll be set up all weekend. Come back by tomorrow, and we’ll see what we can find for ya, alright?”

Ralph nodded, not quite able to figure out why his cock was so hard, and trudged up the stairs to his dorm room, which was empty, thankfully. He stripped off his shirt shoes and shorts, admiring his fat form in the mirror, groping his cock through his filthy jockstrap, milking a load of cum into the pouch before climbing into bed, figuring a wank and a nap would make him feel better than anything else. He woke up feeling very refreshed, got dressed again and helped himself to a massive meal on his dining card, already excited to go garage saling again…and excited to see Eddie again, though he didn’t really want to admit to himself why.