Tag: steroids

TPC – Chapter 1.3

Chapter 3 – A Dose of BHB

Parker watched Samuel pull that prudish looking little twerp away towards the dance floor, and if he hadn’t been coasting on the high from the weed he and Samuel had smoked before the gallery show, he might have been able to muster some resentment, or perhaps, jealousy. Instead, he pulled Hugh off in another direction, beside a few small tables and the hallway that led down to the bathrooms. Parker liked Hugh, they understood each other. It helped that the dealer was a slight fellow, he could overpower if he had to, and Hugh obviously had the hots for him, letting him get a discount on occasion, That was just perks though–it was the slicked back hair, the try hard suit that didn’t quite fit, the scruff, the cheap cologne–that was how Parker had known just from looking at him that they’d both come from relatively nothing. They were both just trying to make their way up in a world of their liking–Hugh was pushing his way up, and Parker was lifting and fucking his way there.

“You have my stuff?” Parker asked. Hugh had been his hookup for various steroids and hormones for about a year now, since Pigtown had really started taking off. The dealer was actually how Parker and Samuel had met, in fact. They’d both been buying from him at the same time, at Poni–a little hole in the wall bar that was defunct now–and the two of them, high on their preferred substances, had fucked in the bathroom, and woken up together in Samuel’s apartment the next day, no real memory of how they’d gotten there. That had been happening more and more, lately–not remembering how he got home, and not just to him. Samuel had noticed it, along with some of their friends, who had taken to calling it a Pigtown hangover. He knew it was probably worrisome, but it never felt…disorienting, or like he’d been in danger. If anything, it was a sign that he was living life to the fullest. “Took me a bit to work the funds up for you, sorry,” Parker said, and pulled out a wad of cash, some of which he’d pilfered from Samuel earlier that day. It wasn’t the first time. If Samuel noticed, he didn’t say anything about it. It was the price you had to pay, if you wanted to keep a stud like Parker around, after all.

“Yeah man, of course,” Hugh said. “But before we get to that, I got my hands on that new shit we’d discussed last week.”

“Oh?”

“Yep,” Hugh said, dug around in a pocket, and pulled out a little vial of clear liquid–no label. “Combination steroid, performance enhancer, and aphrodisiac. Like I said, it hits like a ton of bricks, cock rock hard whenever you want it.”

Parker loved the body he was getting on the drugs Hugh had been selling him, but one of the side effects had been some rather embarrassing impotence. He hadn’t been able to get hard for Samuel regularly all of a sudden, something that his boyfriend had proceeded to mock him over, only for Parker to take shots at Samuel’s chubby frame in retaliation. They put on a good show out in public, but things were getting rocky between them. As much as the artist could annoy the fuck out of him, he happily enabled Parker’s drug habit, his gym membership, and he hadn’t had to hold down an actual job in months, since Samuel’s year had been flush. “What’s it called?”

“Some guys are calling it BHB, or Big Horny Bastard.”

“Is it hormones? Some of those you’ve given me fuck me up, you know that.”

“Trade secrets, you know that.”

“Fine, I’ll try it.”

Hugh motioned down the hallway, “Come on then, stud, let’s get it in you.”

Hugh led the way, his rather slight frame, dwarfed by Parker following behind him. The bathroom wasn’t empty, but that didn’t matter. No one here really used the bathrooms as a bathroom. They found an empty stall, Parker dropped his pants and turned around, pushing his ass, speckled with acne, back towards Hugh. The dealer pulled out a clean hypo, drew the serum from the vial, jabbed it into Parker’s ass, and gave it a squeeze. “Now, it’s subcutaneous, but give it ten minutes or so, and you’ll be feeling it.”

Parker gripped his waistband, but Hugh tugged the shorts he had on down further. Knowing the deal, and willing to get his discount, Hugh turned around, sat down on the toilet, and let Hugh get down on his knees in front of him, and take his soft cock in his mouth, Hugh’s hands exploring his thighs and chest as he sucked. After a minute, Parker’s face went a bit red–he was still soft. This was the fucking problem! He pushed Hugh off him, embarrassed and frustrated. ‘It’s not working,” he said.

“Give it a bit, alright?” Hugh said, and pushed Parker’s hand away. “Trust me.”

Parker let Hugh get back to sucking, and after a couple minutes, he did feel something. First, and most important, his cock got hard. And not the usual sort of hard-ish he’d been working with for months now. It had been enough to get into a well worked hole, but not quite hard enough to satisfy the bottom, or give him the confidence to really thrust and drive deep. It certainly hadn’t been hard enough to crack a cherry. But this…this was properly hard. Hugh looked up from where he was sucking, grinning around Parker’s cock, knowing his customer was satisfied. But the hardness wasn’t all of it. There was sensitivity. There was control. The sensation thrumming through his cock wasn’t overwhelming, though it was intense. He didn’t feel like he was about to blow at any moment. He knew exactly how distant he was from orgasm, and when he felt Hugh getting him close to the edge, he pushed him back–not ready to cum just yet.

“What’s up?”

“Don’t want to cum yet.”

“You’ll still be hard after, trust me.”

Parker was reluctant, but when Hugh went back to sucking, he didn’t object, riding the wave of pleasure until he burst down Hugh’s throat. Hugh pulled away, licking his lips and stood up. Parker looked down and saw that, true to Hugh’s word, his cock was still plenty hard–that, and he was still horny as hell. Every touch to his cock seemed to set it further on fire, and he shook his head, trying to keep himself under control. “Fuck, this is intense.”

“Not too bad, I hope.”

“Fuck no! It’s amazing.”

“Good to hear. Now, listen, it’s not like anyone has tested this shit a lot, alright? I’m not hearing about any big problems, but currently, I’m recommending that you dose two days, and then cycle off, and repeat that each week, alright? You notice anything off, you call me right away.”

“Sure, sure.”

Have the rest of this vial. That’ll be your dose tomorrow. As always, please use clean needles.”

“Whatever, fuck! I’m so fucking hard!” Parker said, gripping his cock and squeezing it, enjoying the sensation that he hadn’t felt it quite some time. 

“Happy to be of service, as always.”

“I bet you are,” Parker said, got up and pushed Hugh against the wall of the stall, running a hand down the back of his pants. He felt good. Really fucking good, and he was ready to go all over again. “How about another tip?”

Hugh pushed back, hard enough to make Parker move away. “Not now, I have business, you know that.”

“Fine, if you say so, but you know you want it.”

“I’m sure I’ll get a taste soon enough,” Hugh said, and gave Parker a kiss on the cheek. “Pleased to be of service stud. Now, my fee? I’ll take the usual this week, but just so you know, this shit is expensive. Only one supplier, you know the deal. Gonna be $200 a week.”

“Seriously?”

“You know I would never rip you off stud.”

Fuck, I don’t have that much.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, or we can go back to the usual.”

Yeah right, like Parker was going to do that, after how good he was feeling on this shit. He pulled the wad of cash he’d taken out earlier at Hugh, the dealer took it, and slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Parker alone, and still plenty horny. Should he go find Samuel, drag him back here, and remind him why he’s with him? He considered it, but a cubbish fellow peeked into the stall, saw how hard Parker was still, and turned around, hole loose and still drooling cum from whoever had last used him. He wasn’t going to object. He pulled the boy in, left the door open for anyone could watch if they wanted, and all that passed between them was a series of grunts and moans, Parker taking his time, and giving the cub the proper sort of fuck that he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. 

Want more Pigtown Chronicles? Support me over on my Patreon, and you can get early access to new chapters, along with loads of other content!

The Fetish Gun (Part 3)

He was enveloped in light again, but a different sort of light than before, not that he was able to really explain what that meant. If forced to try, he might have described that first light, in the alley, as a kind of pressure, pushing itself around his body and into him–permeating his body from the outside. However, this second shot felt like an odd warmth, like how he might imagine a plant reacting to sunlight, spurring him to grow, working on him from the inside out, encouraging him, rather than forcing him. It felt so good he held the trigger down for longer than he had initially intended to do so. When he did finally release it, the light dissipated and he shivered, looked at himself in the mirror, and his jaw dropped.

This wasn’t better–this was worse. In fact, it looked like the gun had simply taken who he’d been, and just dialed the knobs up to eleven, like an even kinkier version of his already kinky self. He was even shorter–probably just an inch or two shy of five feet tall, but incredibly wide and heavily built–his head sitting directly on two thick shoulders, his arms hanging off at an angle, like his musculature couldn’t quite let them rest at his sides. He looked like he used steroids…and now that he thought about it, he did…use steroids. He’d used them for years, along with…with some other things he couldn’t quite remember. His head felt so sluggish, suddenly–thinking had been a bit harder before, but now he felt even dumber.

His balls, however, had been stretched down to an obscene length–at his height, the length from his groin to his knees was a bit shorter than average, but he reached down and found them swinging between his knees, each of his balls the size of an orange. The stretchers he’d put on earlier now appeared to be permanent–there was no way he could fit his balls through the opening, and looking closer at the metal weights, he saw that they appeared to be soldered into place…and, and he couldn’t wait to get his next one. He tugged his balls down, looking at the space between the highest weight and the top of his sack–he could almost fit another one on right now. It would hurt, of course, but he’d get used to it. He fucking loved getting used to it. Maybe if he called Rick in the morning he would put another on him tomorrow afternoon.

Tugging on his balls had made his cock start leaking–then again, when wasn’t it leaking? His cock was…larger, but not because it had grown. Rather, it looked thick and inflamed, like it had been pumped larger over time. It had a massive ring through the head, however, and his cum simply ran down the ring, dribbling from there to the floor, and he had two other massive rings through his nipples, and they looked to be even larger than his engorged and pumped cock. The rings he had on were all connected to thick chain, and the three chains were tied together below his pecs with a heavy padlock–guys at the club fucking loved tugging on his chains, getting him all riled up and leaking…but there was something…off about his nipples, and his pecs. Sure, he was a massive roided muscle freak, but there was no way his pecs could be that big, and they felt…kind of soft. He twisted a nipple and felt it immediately become wet between his fingers, and he moaned, his hand moving to his other nipple. Fuck, he loved milking himself–when the steroids had started fucking with his pecs, he’d decided to just roll with it–sure, the hormones were experimental, but the feeling he got from them–it was almost better than his little puny cock, and guys fucking loved his man milk. In fact, he felt pretty full–he should probably give himself a milking before going to bed.

He waddled away from the mirror, forgetting the gun on a side table, and went into his bedroom, where a couple of milking machines he’d ordered especially for himself were set up in a corner. After unlocking the chains and disconnecting the rings from his flesh, he put two tubes leading to one tank on his nipples, and a third around his cock, and turned on the machine. The sensation of all three milkers sucking on his tits and cocks overwhelmed him, and he fell to his knees, one hand reaching around behind him to start pumping the huge, eight inch dildo crammed in his loose hole in and out, working his prostate and forcing even more cum out of him.

A part of him was horrified. A small part, growing smaller. His new mind simply didn’t have much room to feel much of anything beyond pleasure, and he rode the waves of his near constant orgasms for hours, until his cock and pecs were finally empty. Exhausted, he disconnected the tanks and carried them to the huge fridge in the kitchen–milk on the shelf, cum in the door–and then slumped off to bed. But he felt better in the morning–in fact, he felt great. He took his shots, ate a huge protein heavy breakfast, and then brought the milkers out to the living room, hooked himself up, and milked himself empty while he worked out all morning and into the early afternoon. It wasn’t until he got up to make himself a shake that he saw the gun on the table where he’d left it, and dimly remembered that as natural as this might feel, this wasn’t him. He knew he should do something about this, should try to fix this, but fuck it. He…liked this. Why fix what ain’t broken? He didn’t need fixing, he loved this body…but he could always try and…and fix some other people, right? In fact, he had a few neighbors that could use some fixing, and he still had a few settings on the gun he hadn’t tried yet…why not see what those could do, eh?