The Boys (Part 1)

        It was just his luck. Of course you never get flat tires are roads where you might have a chance of being happened upon by someone, Jim thought, but only when you’re in the middle of nowhere, on a back road, when you can’t even get cell reception. He laid his head down on the top of the steering wheel and sighed. He had already been sitting there for a half an hour, in the middle of the day, and not a single vehicle had gone by. It didn’t help that he was hopelessly lost. In fact, he had expected his problem would be running out of gas, but a lone nail in the road had blown out his front tire instead.
        To one side of the road was an empty field, and to the other, a line of forest, but there wasn’t any sign of homes within sight. Of course, sitting there wouldn’t solve his problem, so he might as well start walking. He got out of the car, and with a brief look back at all of his worldly possessions in the back of his pickup, he shrugged and set off. It’s not like anyone will be by to steal it, he figured.
        Jim had just been offered the job of a lifetime, even in the horrible economy, the only caveat being that he had to move across the country. And now he was stuck in Kentucky somewhere, on his way to New York, but he doubted that he would ever get there now in time to start on Monday. Fresh out of college, he was just starting to get used to not having someone watch over his every move, but part of him wished he could just be back at school, where he could just go ask someone if he needed help. Out here, there was no one to help you but yourself.
        Not that the prospect of walking bothered him. He had run marathons for track and field all four years, and as such, his figure was very long and lean. He was taller than most people, about six foot two, and just under 170 pounds. In fact, he didn’t mind stretching his legs at all, it was more that he didn’t know where he was going while stretching them.
        He rounded a bend in the road and saw a mailbox up ahead. It was unmarked, with a dirt driveway leading up to into the trees, but he figured any house was as good as any other if he was going to find some help, and so he turned, and started up the drive. It wound around for a while, dropping down into the woods, and by the end of it, he could see a small cabin through the trees with some lights on, and a pickup parked outside. Glad he at least found someone who might be able to help him, he went to the door and knocked.
A moment later, he heard a bolt thrown, and the door opened a crack, revealing the head of a young man in the crack, who looked at him with an uncanny mixture of surprise and scrutiny.
“Hi, my names Jim. I was just driving by, and I got a flat on my truck. Do you think you could get me to town?”
The man looked him up and down for another moment, then grumbled, “Just a sec,” and shut the door again.
Curious, but figuring he might get the help he needed, Jim waited. He could hear the first voice talking to someone else through the door, but he couldn’t make out what they were talking about. A minute later, the door opened again, and a second man had joined the first.
The resemblance between the two was remarkable, and Jim figured that the two must be brothers, if not twins. “He’ll do,” the other one said, “Let him in,” and they threw open the door, and pulled Jim inside.
The cabin was a bit of a rundown mess, and the occupants weren’t much better. Both of them were overweight, and were wearing overalls with nothing else, and their hair was scruffy. The major difference between the two was that one had a crude mullet, and the other had a crew cut.
“Now what’s the problem buddy?” One of the men asked.
“I got a flat down the road a little ways, and I was wondering if you could give me a lift to the nearest town where I could talk to a mechanic.”
“Well, we were gonna go into town later today, but we have lunch on the stove. Why not join us for a bit of food, and then we can take ya there. I’m Billy.” Said the one with the mullet.
“And I’m Gus,” said the other, “Here, take a seat,” he said, pointing towards the sofa in front of a roaring fire, “Billy will go finish up lunch.”
“Uh, sure…thanks,” Jim said, and took a seat, Gus following him. “Isn’t it a bit hot out for a fire?”
“Nah, it get’s cold down here in the woods, even in the summer. Besides, it’s the most entertainment we get sometimes. Here, just watch it for a while,” Gus said, and Jim nodded, looking at the fire with him, “See how the flame jump? Isn’t it soothing? The red and yellow flickering?”
Jim nodded, and looked deeper. There was something even more special about this flame, something he didn’t understand. It wanted him to do something. It wanted him to relax. “It is nice,” he said, already a little drowsy.
“Now, you were gonna ask me if we lived here alone.”
Jim couldn’t remember what they had been talking about, but that was something he had been wondering. “Do you…uh…live here alone?” he droned in reply.
“Just us brothers. Our daddy ran off a few weeks ago.”
“That’s too bad…” Jim replied, his eyes fluttering.
“Yeah, it is. But you could help us, if you want.”
“How?”
“You could be our new daddy.”
Part of Jim recognized how odd that statement was, but most of him was too absorbed with the fire to care. “But how could I do that?” was his only reply, and Gus just chuckled.
“You can let us take care of that,” he said, and the whistled. Billy’s head materialized around the corner a moment later.
“He ready?”
“Easiest in a long while. Now Jim. You want to be our daddy, now don’t you?”
“I do?”
“Of course you do. You’re such a nice fella, wanting to help us out, right? That’s why you came here, isn’t it? Because you wanted to help us?”
Something about that didn’t seem right to Jim, but he had come because someone needed help. “I don’t really remember…” he muttered, and then added, “I guess that might have been it…”
“Of course it is, Jim, or should I call you daddy? I can call you daddy, can’t I? And we’re your boys now, right?”
“I guess.”
“Well, then we need you to look like out daddy first of all. Go get daddy some clothes Billy.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Billy ran over to a corner and came back with a pair of very large overalls.
“Why don’t ya get undressed and put these on, daddy,” Billy said, and the two boys helped pull Jim’s clothes off of him and get him into the overalls, which were much too large for him, and when he sat down, it really looked like Jim was under a denim blanket.
Gus took Jim’s old clothes and threw them on the fire, and as he watched them burn, Jim came to a little, and said, “But I need those! It had my wallet in it!”
“Shush daddy,” Billy said, “You don’t need those anymore, it’s not important, now is it? Trust your boys, daddy. We wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“Oh…I guess you know best.”
“Of course we do,” Gus said, “But clothes don’t make a man. You still need a lot of work.”
“What do I need to do?” Jim asked.
“We’ll show you. First, you definitely don’t look like a daddy, so maybe we can help you out there, first. Not many daddies are as skinny as you are, are they?”
“They aren’t?”
“No,” Gus added, “Good daddies are always big and fat. You want to be a good daddy, don’t you?”
“I guess so…but wait—“
“Don’t worry daddy, just let your boys take care of everything. Come here. I have something that can help you gain weight. Nothing helps daddy’s grow big and fat like boy cum does.”
“Boy…cum?”
“Sure,” Gus said, as he hauled out his thick, seven inch cock from his overalls, “All you gotta do is suck it out like a good daddy.”
Tentatively, Jim wrapped him lips around Gus’s cock, and started to suck. Immediately, he felt the flesh go rigid, and a stream of thick liquid began pouring out, which he swallowed.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it daddy?” Gus asked, and Jim nodded, still sucking away. Already, Jim could feel the liquid filling up his stomach, but he could feel it seeping out to other places as well, even out to his fingertips. Slowly, he felt a small gut emerge, and then grow out, with two heavy man boobs following. Every part of him felt like it was growing thicker. Looking down, he could watch his thin arms begin to expand, until they looked like hams, the fingers thick and short. “Go on,” Gus said, “Feel your belly. It’s hot being fat, you love your gut. All good daddies love their guts, and you do want to be a good daddy, don’t you?”
Jim nodded, and as he continued sucking, he started rubbing his hands around, everywhere he could reach. As his gut increased and forced his legs apart, he realized that Billy had come around next to him and was stroking his dick as well. “And ya know,” Billy said, “Boy cum can help lots of things grow,” and a moment later, and other stream began to poor over Jim’s head and face, and Gus pulled his cock away, making Jim groan.
“More,” he said, “I want some more,”
Gus and Billy just laughed, “There will be plenty more, but first we need to get you all fixed up,” Billy said, and then the two of them began massaging Billy’s cum into Jim’s head and face. Before long, a beard had begun to sprout from Jim’s face, a light brown like his hair, even though he’d never even been able to grow a successful moustache in his life. His hair was growing just as fast, and before long his beard was reaching down to his chest, and his hair was nearly as long. Even his eyebrows had become thicker, and joined in the middle. Jim licked the remaining cum from around his mouth, and sat back as he continued rubbing his big belly. The overalls fit him much better, and were, if anything too small. Beneath his thick beard he had grown a second chin, his man boobs were now thick flaps beneath the straps of his overalls, and his new apron spread down between his legs. His thighs had grown into massive trunks, and his ass was now a jiggly mass, compared to the tight package he had had before.
“Damn, you’re looking more like a daddy already!” Billy said, and started rubbing Jim’s belly as well, making him moan.
“Yeah, but he isn’t perfect yet,” Gus said, “but he is getting there. Now, what next?”
“I know!” Billy said, and then got down on his knees in front of Jim, “Every daddy needs a nice big cock.”
“Billy, everyone knows that daddies don’t need a big dick. Daddies just need a hot ass and mouth for fucking. That’s what daddies are for after all.”
“They are?” Jim asked.
“Of course they are,” Gus said, “That’s one of a daddy’s main jobs! Letting his son’s fuck him, and sucking their dicks.”
“Oh. Well can I suck your dick some more then?” Jim asked.
“You can suck mine!” Billy said, holding up his still hard and leaking dick, which Jim immediately fell on.
“Just don’t let him grow anymore Billy. I’ll be back in a bit.” Gus said, and disappeared from the room.

To be Concluded…

Never Heckle a Hypnotist

What’s the story with who? Oh, Robbie? The guy guzzling piss down at the end of the bar?

Ha, funny story there–let me just tell you this–never heckle a hypnotist.

What, you want the whole story? Alright, but look, I confess that it might have been a bit of a stunt, but you have to understand what it’s been like for us gay bars here in this economy, right? Guys just aren’t coming out as much, and if they need to hook up, they just use one of those fancy apps of theirs–and look, we didn’t have anything like that back in my red sock days, so you’ll understand that I was feeling a little desperate. I mean, how desperate do you have to be to hire a fucking sex hypnotist for a show? Even I felt a little silly talking to the guy when we were setting it up. Besides, the guy didn’t sound all that impressive over the phone, but he offered me a deal, and I was willing to try anything.

But anyway, this is really about Robbie, not about me and my bar–regardless, I just want you to know that I didn’t mean for it to happen–it was his fault really for not keeping his mouth shut, let me tell you. Robbie…Robbie is, well, was a troublemaker, a rabble rouser, whatever you want to call it. He mucked up shit is what I’m saying. If he could say something to get a rise out of you, he would, and let’s just say he wasn’t really well liked at the bar, and never went home with anyone who really got to know him, but he was a staple, right? You got used to the inane bullshit which generally spewed out of his mouth after a while, still, I probably should have warned the hypnotist that there would be heckler in the audience.

And I might as well point out Jimmy too–he’s Robbie’s, well, I guess you could say boyfriend, although I think Robbie only calls him “daddy” in public now. Trust me, he wasn’t always the cocky leather bear you see over there.

Back before the show, he was a just a meek little clean shaven cub. Cute, but really, really quiet. He and Robbie, well, Robbie took advantage of him I think, made friends, they had sex a couple of times, but Robbie, well, I don’t know the details. Suffice it to say, Jimmy got burned–bad. But that’s what Robbie does I guess–well not anymore, that’s one good thing. He’s too busy drinking piss to throw shit around now.

So the night of the show rolled around, and we had a decent crowd in here–maybe thirty or forty, and Robbie was present of course and already drunk by the time the performance rolled around. Now we tend to cater to an older, bearish crowd, so everyone was pretty lackluster when the small, slight hypnotist took the stage. I too, was a bit disappointed, because I was hoping he would at least be some decent eye candy, but eh, whatever. He did his little introduction, and then asked for volunteers from the audience. He got a few good looking guys to go up there–he could at least read the tastes of the room.

One person he did manage to get up on stage was Jimmy. I don’t know why he worked so hard at getting him up there, but the shy cub gave in eventually. I don’t really remember the rest of the volunteers, it was mostly the regulars who were open enough with everyone to not mind being made a fool for the rest of our amusement. Anyway, the hypnotist got the inductions going, and I kept looking over at Robbie, knowing he was going to say something stupid and that I’d have to haul his ass out to the curb, but he stayed quiet for the meantime.

Once they were all under, he did some pretty generic stuff, making them strip down to their underwear as fast as they could, then making the loser get down and lick the feet of the winner. Making them all get uncontrollably hard and horny, but unable to get their underwear down or touch their dicks. It was pretty funny, actually, but then Robbie started his shit. Heckling the guy, telling him how stupid his act was. I let it go on for a minute, and then started over, ready to kick him out, but a stern look from the hypnotist stopped me, and I realized I might have misjudged the young guy.

He put the other volunteers to sleep, and then addressed Robbie, inviting him up onto the stage. Robbie, of course, insisted that he couldn’t be hypnotized, but everyone else had had enough of his shit too, so eventually he was forced up onto the stage, where he stumbled about, drunk off his ass. Needless to say, little miss I-can’t-be-hypnotized was out like a light in about thirty seconds flat, and then the fun really began.

He stood Robbie up and laid into his ass in front of the audience, belittling and insulting him, but always telling him how he was a naughty little boy who probably couldn’t even hold in his piss, and sure enough, less than a minute later, the front of Robbie’s jeans darkened with a tell-tale stain.

He’d actually gone and pissed himself, and the whole room started roaring with laughter. Robbie hadn’t even noticed yet, and as soon as the look of horror crossed his face, the hypnotist said “Freeze,” and Robbie couldn’t move a muscle while the rest of us hooted and hollered with glee. But the hypnotist wasn’t done, not by a long shot. With Robbie immobilized and humiliated, he stood He stood Jimmy up and started working on him.

He asked Jimmy how his father had treated him–hell, we all could tell he’d probably had a rough childhood, like most of us–and he described a rough, demanding man with a definite affinity for corporal punishment, especially spankings. Well the hypnotist started winding him up, tell him that it was time for Jimmy to step into his daddy’s shoes, and show the little boy on stage what happens to him when he’s naughty. When he unfroze them both, Jimmy stormed over, grabbed Robbie by the forearm and hauled him over his knee, pounding his ass and hollering at him in a strange, deep voice about how it’s time to take his punishment, for being a naughty little pants-pisser.

Robbie obviously wasn’t used to the treatment and started to cry, but the hypnotist kept them both quiet and told them what to say, narrating a scene where a little boy who loves pissing himself finally admits to his daddy that what he wants, more than anything else in the world, is to be a urinal. I swear, I know it sounds nuts, but that’s how it ended up, with Robbie bent over Jimmy’s knee shouting for the whole room to hear how he wanted to be a urinal, “Please daddy, make me a urinal!” and the hypnotist turns to us, and asks whether we should help this naughty little boys dream come true, and of course we hoot and holler yes like a pack of wolves.

Well, the hypnotist starts telling Robbie about everything it takes to be a good urinal for a men’s room, gets him naked aside from his underwear, then sets him down on his knees, on the stage, and tells all the guys up there that Robbie needs to practice a bit before taking his “daddy’s” piss. So they all piss in his mouth and down the front of him, and Robbie just can’t get fucking enough of it. I mean, I knew then, that this was going to far, that we had taken a left turn at crazy, but I couldn’t stop it–I was laughing too hard.

So he drank all their piss, and he’s fucking soaked, when it’s finally Jimmy’s turn, but the hypnotist has a challenge for them. He wants them to stand as far away from each other, and see if Jimmy can still get his son doused in his piss, and by golly, that piss arced a good six feet, I’m not lying. Sure, the hypnotist worked a little magic on Jimmy’s bladder, but hey, it was still hot as hell, and I’m not even into that shit.

It was quite the finale, and we all gave the hypnotist quite the ovation, and he had a little chat with all of his volunteers before letting them off for the night, although they were all left with a few tweaks that were only supposed to last a night. Jimmy, well, he kept his big daddy persona with the deep voice and confidence to boot–and Robbie, fuck, he had no fucking clue. The hypnotist told him that for the rest of the evening, he would think that his clothes were perfectly dry, and that he would be unable to use the bathroom, pissing his pants instead, and he would be forced to announce it to the room every time it happened. Lastly, and perhaps worst of all, he was going to keep drinking all night, but instead of going to the bar, he’d ask around for piss to fill his glass with from men in the room, thinking it was beer the entire time.

Fuck, watching him walk around thinking he didn’t have a ton of men’s piss soaked into his clothes, including Jimmy’s, who he’d treated so poorly, it was priceless. Hell, when he wasn’t looking, guys kept pissing on him, at least when they weren’t providing him with bottomless refills in his glass. He left that night with a stomach so bloated, I figured he would piss gallons when it all finally worked its way out of him. Still, the bar was such a fucking mess, I was here for hours mopping up piss after closing time.

Well, a few days passed, and Robbie was suspiciously absent from the bar. When he finally did show up, it was with a foggy memory, and no one really wanted to razz him too hard, to be honest. But Jimmy, man, had he become a cocky asshole, though still nicer than Robbie had been. That little personality adjustment had really gone to his head, and he was getting laid right and left–and topping all of them, or so I’d heard. He’d also gone out and bought some new leather gear, and started smoking cigars so he would look older. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he went and dyed his beard grey, he’s so wrapped up in looking like a good leather daddy now. Anyway, when he saw Robbie, he just wouldn’t let up, and to my surprise, Robbie was the submissive one this time around. By the end of the night, Jimmy had Robbie down at the end of the bar, right where he is now, drinking down piss once again like it was his favorite thing, and the two have been inseparable ever since, believe it or not.

I will say though, that having a bar urinal has been great for business. I’ve never really made inroads with the whole kink community, but hey, Robbie has been great for that. Besides, the two of them seem happy…god, that’s kind of sick, isn’t it? Well, I’m actually scheduling another performance with the hypnotist for next month–you should come watch it. I think it’s going to be a packed house, but like I said earlier, stay quiet, and never heckle a hypnotist. You never know where you might end up when he’s through with you.