Taking Root

[MTWTFSS]

Another excellent chapter -- and why isn't Robert moving???  The story is building well - looking forward to the continued story

[pigbro]

very hot. Robert is taking root or developing into his true form

[EinDC]

Great story man! Super fucking hot!

[kiraizuru]

Amazing…

[BrazilianChaserBtt]

Superb. Take your time, but dont leave us orphans from this one.

[BetterBound]

Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 | Part 2 - 🏞️Lecherous Burgeon🌿

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Part 3 - 🪓Fallen Branches🌲
 

Scrolling down the list of profiles on BBRT, Patrick couldn't help but fondle himself through the cloth with his shaft leaking a viscous precum onto the dressing gown. His inability to observe a more casual decency was scorned with a subtle eye roll as the doctor came into the room. Dr. Folmes tried to be casual and ignore the patient’s fondling of himself as the doctor looked at his chart, but nearly dropped it when he saw the size of the bulge projecting under the dressing gown.

“Jesus Patrick, what the hell did you catch this time.” The patient hastily tried to put his hand away and position himself in what he thought could be appropriate but now that his hand wasn’t shielding the area it became more apparent how much his balls had swollen. Dr. Folmes put on a pair of gloves a bit hurriedly before he gestured for Patrick to lift the gown. “Let me take a look.”

“I know, every time I come to see you, I fucked up.” Patrick joked as he delicately lifted the edge of his patient gown. The doctor nearly gagged as he saw the semen substance seeming to stick to the gown as it parted away from the enormous balls; swelling to 3 times bigger than when he last remembered seeing his habitual patient. Very cautiously he felt one side of the testicular sack as it gleamed red in the office light, and surprisingly it didn't seem tense like he expected it to; rather reacting normally as if it wasn't strained or under pressure. He lightly applied pressure before asking “do you feel any pain?”

Patrick took a moment to measure the force he felt before he shook his head. “No, feels normal when you do that. It’s just that...” Patrick hesitated but promptly spat out when the doctor gestured him to. “They feel heavy.”

“Well with how big they’ve gotten that’s no surprise-”

“No no I mean-...how do you describe it.” Patrick bit his lip before he tried to explain. “It’s not like they’re forcefully pulling down my groin, but rather a different kind of pressure. Almost like your stomach when you’re hungry; you feel the weight of your gut begging for food even though you know it’s nowhere near full.”

The doctor tried to picture it as he grabbed a swab and took a sample from Patrick’s urethrae before calling to the door. “Nathan! Can I have you bring a specimen container?” Turning back to his patient while sounding him he tried to put to image what he had just heard. “So, it feels like you’re hungry, but your gut feeling is in your balls?”

Biting his lip again Patrick tried once more. “Sort of, but it’s not like I’m hungry. It’s just that ‘weight’ or ‘draw’ I guess you feel when you know you’re hungry, but you don’t know what you’re wanting to eat.”

Dr. Folmes delicately sounded Patrick’s dick with the swab, causing Patrick to partly be stimulated and prompting an even further swelling between his legs. Surprised that it looked like it could even get bigger he contemplated having Patrick admitted to the hospital but the door opened as Nathan hurried in with the specimen container. “Sir, the patient in room 8 is growing beyond impatient-whoa!”

Normally Nathan avoided eye contact with Patrick, his history of perverted flirts made the nurse uncomfortable but he couldn’t help but stare at Patrick’s engorged cock before a sensation abruptly hit him. He took a small inhale through his nostrils before opening the containers for Dr. Folme’s to discard the swabs into, only simply smiling at Patrick. The doctor didn’t even give Patrick a chance to say anything witty in response to Nathan’s presence. “Put a rush on these samples and be sure to flag it for the county department to review. Please also submit a prescription for azithromycin for Mr. Teal and go ahead and prepare a dose of ceftriaxone. I’ll deal with the queen in room 8 in the meantime.”

Nathan sealed the container before nodding and as he left the room he simply emitted that same smile at Patrick as he gracefully backed up through the door and closed it; almost setting Patrick off in a creepy manner. With him gone and the doctor typing up something on his tablet, he finally remarked. “Didn’t realize he was a size queen...”

“Huh?” Dr. Folmes asked but realizing what it meant he shrugged it off. “Oh...well my main concern here is if you need to be admitted and observed. Despite the skin color, it doesn’t appear the organ is under intense strain. Any other symptoms I should know about to include?”

“Not anything off the top of my head.”

“Good, if there is any change for the worse, new symptoms, or anything new develops promptly head to be admitted to the hospital; I’ll include an admittance with your prescription just in case but I’m hoping we caught whatever this is in time before it gets worse. Whatever it is, I don’t think I need to stress how important it is that you refrain from any further sexual activity, understood?”

“I doubt I’d even be able to try with how big it’s gotten.” Patrick replied as the doctor hurriedly left to tend to the other patient. Patrick was wondering if he should go back and inquire with the man he'd fucked at the park but remembering the sensations of his cock diving fully erect into that sloppy cum dump hole only aroused him further. He nearly jumped realizing that Nathan was back in the room with a syringe and immediately went to shield his groin from the straining erection from the nurse’s sight.

“Oh, don't worry, remember how you flashed it at me last time?” The nurse rolled his eyes before reaching for Patrick's arm to administer the syringe.

“What's that?”

“Antibiotic to get ahead of the ‘infection’”. Nathan used his fingers to emphasize the quote which Patrick found odd. He almost wanted to flinch and pull away his arm but reassured himself that the nurse was helping to serve his best needs. There was barely a prick as Nathan took care to make sure he didn't cause any discomfort before he applied a bandage and gave the same smile from earlier. “The front desk will have your prescription for the oral medication. I'll leave you be to get dressed...not that we would want you to of course.”

With that the nurse took his leave, Patrick couldn't help but look at the bandage with a sense of paranoia thinking that something was off. He didn't waste more time before putting his clothes back on and briskly walking out of the office and avoiding eye contact with Nathan as he made his way to the lobby. Nathan grinned as he saw the patient leave, taking great care to seal up the lab results to be shipped for priority. He printed the express shipping label before applying to the sealed package. Throwing away the trash from the packaging, Nathan made sure that it covered up the swab and samples that were just taken from Patrick to make sure that Dr. Folmes didn't see. He was wondering what ploy would likely work on his boss to go for lunch at the park perhaps the next day.

Patrick couldn't help but slowly tap his fingers on the desk as he stood on hold with the conference call. He was agitated, his cock straining painfully beneath the desk as he drank from his water bottle before checking his mobile phone for the 3rd time that morning. He exhaled in frustration as saw no reply or notification from his doctor's office and he quickly sent an IM to a colleague. “Could they waste anymore of our time making us wait?!”

He saw the IM pop up an animation that his colleague was typing a response as he pulled up an app seeing some unread messages. He looked up finally hearing the notification sound and read. “Yeah, they took 10 minutes up front last time I had a meeting with this client. But dare I ask, are you feeling okay?”

Patrick rolled his eyes before standing up to look over his cubicle with a glare. His colleague James spotted him before quickly typing to clarify: “You look a bit pale...sort of and you just seem really tense. Doctors’ office still hasn't called back?”

Patrick typed back quickly. “No, they haven't. And I've called in but keep getting the run around...I wonder if that nurse decided to get spiteful with all the previous flirts I sassed him with.”

“Nathan? Nah, I go to the same doctor’s office. And I doubt he’d be that low.” James assured him. Patrick couldn’t help but see several messages from some flirts and frequent hookups that were asking if he was available or why he wasn’t responding for a quickie. He was thinking to maybe take a smoke break even though he wasn’t a daily smoker to try and ease the anxiety but James suggested a more attractive alternative. “I know that this is suggesting something a bit.... low but you seem pent up worse than last time. What about inquiring with Cypher to help you find some relief?”

Normally Patrick would be quick to criticize his colleague for making a suggestion so blatantly, but he had a point. Cypher was a sleazy cum dump who worked as a freelancer for different companies in the building. He exploited this opportunity to avoid HR issues for his impromptu hookups in discreet areas such as the parking garage or bathroom stalls. Patrick also frequently saw him at a popular video arcade to cruise the variety of men looking for a cheap and quick thrill that Cypher was all more than happy to fulfill. It wasn’t long before Patrick felt his dick twitch and he had started to type “Cover for me-” back to James before the client finally picked up on the other line.

“Hey there! Sorry, we ran a bit over on our last meeting-”

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to reschedule to when you can figure out how to not piss me off by actually making it to a conference call within decent punctuality and stop wasting my time with lazy excuses.” He hung up the line and didn’t even bother to finish the IM to James as he locked his PC and grabbed his phone. He saw James’ face in complete shock as he saw Patrick make his way to the elevator.

Checking his phone, he confirmed exactly where the cum dump was. It was only 15 minutes before noon and he could see the profile for Cypher was still within proximity and based on the distance was likely near tower 2 at his favorite spot. Patrick didn’t even bother to shield the erection furiously straining against his pants prompting a clear uncomfortable reaction from the other 2 men in the elevator. When one couldn’t stop shooting glances at Patrick he bluntly stated. “If you keep looking at it like that, then you’re riding the wrong shaft down and the other guy may want to get out ASAP.”

Both jaws dropped but when nothing was said Patrick hit the button for the next floor down in time, prompting it to abruptly stop and open. The agitated man glared at the other when there was no movement and another glare to a woman who was about to join them before Patrick held up a hand to notion no entry. Sure enough, the one getting stared at frustratingly got out and the look of sheer panic immediately formed upon the looming victim’s face. At the last possible moment he dashed forward right as the elevator doors were closing leaving Patrick alone in near rage as he ferociously banged a fist into the sliding door.

“FUCKING TEASE!” Patrick yelled hoping they could hear him on the other side as the elevator continued down. He froze, realizing he’d actually dented the door with a bit of force and pulled his fist back in shock. He couldn’t believe that he had just tried to rape a man in the elevator like that and let alone punched stainless steel metal like that. He was starting to breathe heavily to try to calm down before he heard a notification on his phone.

As if fate was testing his focus, it was an alert from Cypher’s profile. Patrick read: “Saw you checking out my profile; needing a quick blow?”

Patrick’s fear immediately subsided before responding as the door screeched open now thanks to Patrick’s punch. He walked rapidly out, past the stares of people trying to enter but noticing the door wasn’t fully opening while he messaged back. “Needing to fuck, BAD. You’re at your typical spot?”

Patrick walked past the front desk of the gym located in the tower on the ground floor. He just simply said “Forgot my badge, you know I have a pass” as an employee tried to stop him once he walked past the entrance point. They didn’t dare impede the man’s path as he made his way directly to the shower rooms and back to the stalls. He tried to open the one he usually found Cypher in but before he realized it was locked, he could smell the scent that calmed him: lust. He listened past the environment noises by the other patrons and could hear the faint thud and panting of another man thrusting into Cypher. Patrick grinned, realizing he’d finally found something that would help his relief.

Patrick’s composure had calmed strangely. He waited, patiently for the man to finish and in time he could sense the unknown breeder’s climax arriving as he heard the groans and breathing increase. That final gasp cued the thuds to cease and he barely waited 30 seconds before Patrick grabbed the handle and ripped the stall door open.

“What the hell!” A janitor he knew shielded his groin, attempting to cover his spent 11-inch shaft from Patrick before he immediately tucked it as best he could and fled out; leaving Cypher in surprised shock with his phone in hand and pants down. Patrick wasted no time in stepping in, attempting to close the stall door but with the lock busted a slight gap was visible but he didn’t care.

“Patrick...I just sent you a message. I’m actually a bit sore from Tim’s dick just now and don’t think I can-...” Cypher nearly dropped the phone in fear. He saw Patrick glare at him as the cum dump was cornered in the stall. Eyes met and he could see a faint green glow from them in the dim lighting of the locker room stall before Patrick’s hands reached down and retrieved the straining shaft from his groin. It was red with blood pumping it with excessive amounts of hormones and testosterone where the girth had swollen almost twice as large when Cypher had seen it last. Not to mention the balls that appeared three times prior as their owner fondled them.

“Well, I think you can; especially with his cum lubing up your hole perfectly.” Only movement was with Patrick’s hand as he fondled his swollen junk as Cypher nearly whimpered in fear and couldn’t move. He didn’t have to before Patrick grabbed onto his shoulder, turned him around and bent him forward before impaling his cock mercilessly into the sloppy hole. The impaled victim yelled out “FUCK!” in reaction before Patrick covered Cypher’s mouth to attempt to stifle as much noise.

“Don’t mind if I do” grunted Patrick as he proceeded to wreck the pig’s hole somehow even further. Cypher gripped the handle on the stall wall as he tried his best to relax with the sudden intrusion and was wondering if he should try to bite Patrick’s hand and attempt to flee. But fear quelled that notion as he closed his eyes and tried his best not to tense. The swollen shaft plowed deep inside him and he was grateful at least that Tim had just left a 4-day load in him to at the very least apply a little lubricant to prepare him. But that substance was slowly starting to deplete as the starved dick started to absorb it.

“Finally!” Patrick whispered between pants as he felt the strain and ‘hunger’ start to subside while he forcefully thrusted his abnormal meat deeper into Cypher's slutty ass. With each thrust the suction appeared to increase in the pig’s hole, providing little comfort for the friction and Cypher was starting to notice that each plow to his ass was starting to get a little more painful. He teared up a bit as he felt his ass collapsing in a vacuum state around his assailant’s cock which initially did strike pain but also a closer trigger to his prostate that slowly caused the bottom’s dick to firm and leak precum.

“What the hell-” Cypher mumbled into Patrick's hand as he felt conflicted. He had been raped before and didn't fantasize about it so he couldn’t grasp just why he was getting turns on by this event. His ass more conformed to the dick impaled in his ass, feeling more like a flexible sleeve that met with Patrick's thrusts to allow such vicious gestures without causing immense tissue strain. The changes allowed Cypher to better enjoy this fucking to where he abruptly started cumming hands free and squeezing down on the cock.

Patrick groaned as he finally achieved orgasm and release from the tension that had burdened him for two days. His mind finally clear and no longer bothered by the straining or hunger from his cock slowly focused on what had just happened and he gasped. With slight difficulty he pulled out of Cypher; having to gesture back as his cock escaped the suction it had created with a pop. “Fuck what have I done?!”

Cypher could barely hold himself up as he looked back at his assailant and grew wide eyed at Patrick’s groin. His erection had barely eased since it’s climax but the more noticeable abnormality was the size of Patrick’s ball sack. Both testicle’s appeared to be the size of large grapefruit barely able to fit back into pants as Patrick frantically attempted to put himself together. He ended up having to rely on his belt to keep his pants upright and covering his bulging junk as he stumbled out of the stall where a security guard had arrived along with Tim the janitor.

“Good morning Sir, I’m going to have to-” Patrick didn’t waste any time in his frantic state to push past the two and flee. The guard pursued him while Tim came over to check on Cypher who was just in a bewildered state.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry man. Are you okay?” The janitor offered his hand to lift Cypher up and he simply just stared at Tim before he realized the typical sensation after a fucking was amiss. The cum dump reached between his cheeks and was shocked to find that his hole was dry.

“That....is unexpected...” Cypher checked his hand to assure himself that he hadn’t just simply gone numb. And yet weirdly his ass did not appear to be sore from Tim’s previous breeding but he was a bit conflicted feeling like that load had been stolen.

Tim didn’t think much more of Cypher’s reaction as he simply thought he might be in shock but Cypher simply waved any gesture for the need to relieve any distress from the event. “Would you mind letting building maintenance know that they can charge the repair costs for the stall door to my expense? Wouldn’t be the first time doing this damaged property right?” He started to walk out before Tim grabbed him thinking he needed to be observed in a state of shock but as his eyes met he saw unexpected determination. “I can assure you Tim I’m fine, Patrick tends to enjoy....well a bit of role play I guess is what you can call it.” With that Cypher walked off, curiosity looming in his mind as he left the concerned janitor.

[leatherpunk16]

This is certainly unique. I've not read anything like this on BZ. Looking forward to seeing how this develops.

[Guest]

This is an amazing story! The writing, the story telling the imagination: SUPERB! If there was a Pulitzer Prize for gay porn fiction, this would win hands down! BRAVO!!

[MTWTFSS]

Excellent continued plot with many twists and turns and leaving us wondering what will happen next to Patrick. and what actually did happen to Cypher?   Looking forward to where this is going

[wer8472]

Loving this story! Super curious about what's up with Robert. What is that seed doing to him?  😉

[kiraizuru]

Wow…Amazing…

[wer8472]

I'd be lying if I said I didn't check back here pretty much every day, hoping for the next chapter to be posted.  😉

[Andalas]

13 hours ago, wer8472 said:

I'd be lying if I said I didn't check back here pretty much every day, hoping for the next chapter to be posted.  😉

Same.

[BetterBound]

On 3/8/2022 at 10:26 AM, Andalas said:

Same.

 

On 3/7/2022 at 8:50 PM, wer8472 said:

I'd be lying if I said I didn't check back here pretty much every day, hoping for the next chapter to be posted.  😉

 

Sorry guys, it's been difficult to focus on this with current projects and recent events I've personally been struggling with. 

[BetterBound]

Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 | Part 2 - 🏞️Lecherous Burgeon🌿 | Part 3 - 🪓Fallen Branches🌲

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Part 4 - 🍃Turning a New Leaf🍂

 

The flush of a toilet barely stifled a groan as Patrick exited the bathroom. He was drenched in sweat, pale, and barely made it to the bed before stumbled and flopped onto it, clutching his belly in intense pain as he turned to his work laptop. Conveniently he was able to work from home to escape the climate at work to some extent. James mentioned that they were inquiring as to who damaged the elevator door but didn't seem to have narrowed it down to Patrick yet. He was surprised that the police hadn't shown up to arrest or question what he did to Cypher. The consequences of his actions looming with a doomed fate.

Patrick did see that Cypher was still online since yesterday, still appeared to be turning tricks at the local bath house based on his active status and location. He hadn't received any further messages from him either which amplified the anxiety in the petrified man before he double over responding to a sudden cramp. He didn't understand why these symptoms had developed so rapidly and he was feeling weaker; and the “hunger” feeling in his balls only seemed to be getting stronger as if he felt starved. Once he had climaxed in Cypher the relief was immediate, and he came to his almost normal senses but by the time he had gotten home he had started to feel flu-like symptoms and intense cramps.

The phone rang and much to Patrick’s surprise he saw that it was his doctor’s office and not work. He eagerly picked up the phone and before he could let the caller state anything he quickly sputtered “Dr. Folmes, the symptoms have been getting worse and now it appears that flu-like symptoms have developed.”

Patrick froze in surprised embarrassment as he heard not Dr. Folmes but instead Nathan’s snide voice on the line. “Did you play with anyone else since your visit?”

“No!” Patrick denied before the color drained from his face as the tapping click of Nathan’s tongue echoed across the line in disappointment.

“I don’t think so. You aren’t getting the necessary sustenance. Anything else will supply almost immediate relief, but if it’s not from the source then it’s going to be seen as toxic and your body will try to reject it in time only leaving you hungrier.”

Silence brought an uncomfortable tension within Patrick as dread seeped deeper into him and he whispered in a paranoid state. “Have you been spying on me?”

“Not exactly Patrick. But I can sense your hunger and it’s only going to get worse. You need to assimilate with the source to complete its progression and it will finally stop rejecting itself.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” But Patrick nearly dropped the phone as he felt an abrupt sensation present itself in the environment of the room. He looked around, before realizing that a thin wispy vine had slowly pried through the opening of the window and was expanding it further to allow other vines in at an eerily slow but abnormal pace. To creep in and noticeably bloom in a rampant yet elegant style initially brought a full panic; but faded as the spores wavered through the air. Patrick was lulled into a much calmer state as the phone dropped, and he slowly walked to the window as if in a trance. Another scent became more increasingly strong as the troubled man stood closer to the window and he saw outside a rather large bulbed flower. While the sensations brought on by the spores fogged his cognitive processing an overwhelming primal hunger nearly ripped out of him as he sniffed. It was too familiar, and his lips salivated while opening the window fully before at once leaning over and inching towards the pedals as he leaned over the windowsill. Patrick didn’t even notice how the nectar had dripped over his own flowers and the altered nectar had caused a near wilted state being of pernicious form. All too soon he found his tongue deep inside the bulb to devour the altered nectar from the flower.

A loud groan of satisfaction echoed between the man's lips and evolved into a growl. A soothing wave of relief enveloped over Patrick before the starved primal urge to mate took over with little aversion as the milky nectar was gulped down. Through the front of his robe Patrick’s shaft started to swell in better proportion to his swollen testicles and the last of his paranoia had faded completely away as he could have sworn, he heard a whisper.

Patrick finally ceased eating out the sweet sap as he his tongue licked clear any substance that the flower had delivered. He looked eagerly out beyond his yard and past his own flowers which despite supplying the sustenance that was pulsing through Patrick’s veins with lusting primal power now lay dead and completely shriveled on the ground. His eyes saw to across the road where the trees formed a small patch of woods, and he squinted his eyes. He couldn't see anyone, it was bright in the day, but he almost thought he could see the trees waving back at him.

“No-no-. It must be the fever...” Patrick lied out loud to himself. But even though he felt immediate relief, and his senses seemed to be returning to his new “normal” it was soon disrupted. He shuddered as he felt that longing hunger deep within his still swollen balls. The growling ache truly hadn't left him, and he slowly exhaled as he went to grab his keys. Patrick was feeling exponentially better than how he'd woken up. But part of him knew it wasn't meant to last and he needed to greet his new found purpose so eagerly caring about him and his recovery.

Despite Patrick's eyes slowly glowing green as he paced to the door the final part of him that was human couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time, he would see his home. He pondered lucid thoughts on how he'd fucked and to some extent improperly played with several friends and strangers in his home all about and wondered if he'd miss experiencing that “norm”. The man didn't resist, he knew that any reluctance or hostility was effort wasted and even with that he couldn't help but feel a tingling excitement and yet he had no idea what was about to happen. A nectar coated tongue licked his lips as they morphed into a rather corrupt grin.

 

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The sweaty knuckles firmly clenched the handlebars on the fuck bench, barely keeping Cypher in place while his hole was repeatedly pounded by Drew. The top’s 8-inch dick was immensely thick, and Cypher could feel the girth stretching him out but not like he normally experienced. What’s more interesting is this was Drew’s 3rd breeding that day on his hole and he was all more than eager to “confirm” Cypher’s sensations that had abruptly started changing the day prior. Even better is that Cypher appeared to have gained more control of the sensation where he could increase the strain that his hole allowed for while the cock was enveloped by his ass. Despite the immense abuse and repeated strikes on his hole, Cypher’s ass instinctively tightened prompting Drew to nearly pass out as he cummed more intensely than the earlier two times.

“Holy fuck! I-...I-...” Cypher felt Drew collapse on top of him, deeply panting into the back of his neck while his ass continued to instinctively milk Drew’s spunk. It was like an eager feeding and Cypher felt a humble warm feeling as if he had just completed a delectable meal.

“Okay Drew, we really need to get going now.” Cypher looked up to see Drew's partner Eric firmly grabbing the limp hand of his mate, but the man was too weak to properly stand as he flopped back onto a standard bench panting. “-Really Drew...you’ve got work in an hour.”

Cypher’s ears perked at that last phrase before realizing on his watch he’d already missed the client meeting while he was too consumed with this new sensation, he’d been completely oblivious to the fact he’d spent most of the day at the bath house. “Fuck-...”

“Oh no... Did Drew keep you too long?” Eric holstered the limp man under his shoulder to help him walk; starting to get a little concerned he wasn’t fully with the two of them in conversation. Eric couldn’t help but glance towards Cypher’s ass in tempted curiosity as he’d already fucked it earlier.

“No, I did this to myself-...sort of...” Cypher said in a conflicting state and got up from the fuck bench. He quickly paced to the shower room and rinsed off quite roughly as he expected to feel that familiar drip of cum down his leg along with the warm water, but none escaped from his bizarre bosom. He looked up when he realized four men were staring at him and Cypher felt embarrassed to reveal once he realized they had been waiting their turn. “I’m so sorry guys, but I’ve been here too long already and have to run to work.”

The men shuffled off and Cypher almost instinctively called out “Wait!” but instead he caught himself; surprised. He’d always been that over-eager tacky slut to hunt down a good load, but this was even irresponsible of him to disregard his work almost completely at this level. He sternly focused on showering off as quickly as he could before haphazardly running to the lockers and nearly slipping with wet feet around the corner before being caught gracefully by one of the men who had been gawking at him in the shower.

“Careful, it’s ‘don’t drop the soap’, not ‘don’t bruise your butt-’” The man stopped realizing it was Cypher then smirked before adding. “Then again with the pounding you’ve gotten today.”

Cypher was able to reestablish himself standing before chuckling with a slight brush. “You’d be surprised, it’s like my ass has recently.... evolved? Not sure that sounds like it makes any-” He stopped, realizing that the man was indeed staring at Cypher’s waist line observing the towel barely covering his crack. While the towel had loosened after nearly colliding with the stranger a mere release of Cypher’s hand exposed it fully and that was all the invitation needed to fulfill the initially avoided collision. The floor only got more wet as Cypher’s feet tried their best to brace himself against the fallen towel as he grabbed onto the corner of the locker and felt his ass instinctively open up to the man’s shaft. Luckily the top seemed to have a better footing with his sandals and was able to keep Cypher stalled between his own thighs as his shaft fully impaled Cypher. “You have no idea how disappointed I was to not contribute my own cum to the mix earlier. Guess I’ll have to help you start over with a fresh batch.”

“Yes, I don’t know why I would have thought to waste any man’s seed-” Cypher paused, the realization that cum hadn’t seeped out in the shower joggled his mind and the urge to fuck briefly gave him a stop gap in wondering what the hell he was doing. He was going to be late to work, he needed to leave now, but the stop gap’s effect ceased as the man started to thrust roughly into him; being pressed up against the locker he hugged the humid metal surface as his urges took control.

The area where they were openly breeding wasn’t exactly permitted for open exposure like they were performing but that did nothing to prompt anyone to interrupt the man’s brutal fucking of Cypher’s ass. The new found breeder instinctively thrusted deeper into the ass as he panted. “Did you use some sort of special lube?”

Cypher was drooling onto the metal surface of the locker as he felt his cheeks continue to part and strain on the man’s meat to entice that load, he was starting to get hungry for again. He mumbled simply “-just-showered” between pants and the man paid no further attention to it. He had grown suspicious of a numbing sensation slowly seeping down his shaft which prompted his nerves to instinctively respond with firmer and harsher thrusts; compensating for the numbing sensation it enticed more focus on the sensation that was the culprit.

In Cypher’s mind he’d essentially fallen into that mental state of fulfilling the pleasuring hunger that had been motivating more promiscuous than usual activity. He could feel his ass coating the length of the man’s shaft not the cum from earlier gentlemen’s breeding’s but a synthesis of that and something that was fusing inside the bottom’s hole. It coated the shaft that only grew in size with the eager attempts for the top to cum, but it seemed like the sensations increasingly forbade that final moment of carnal bliss. And thus, Cypher realized his ass had evolved. It was taking the top’s shaft to new heights as the numbing agent he seemed to produced did desensitize, but it only boosted that urge to reach the height of orgasm as he’d experienced with Drew and the other men; fucking to the point of exhaustion where that release of bliss was amplified to intense proportions. A grin appeared as he proudly sensed the man mounting him was reaching that intensity now.

An echoing roar vibrated around the lockers as Cypher lost his stance against the lockers with the weight of the man collapsing on him. They both fell to the sweat dripped ground and though not entirely comfortable, Cypher’s ass didn’t dare allow that cock to slip out as the seed was absorbed quickly. He was able to roll both of them over on their side as he came to realize the man was unconscious still hard in his ass.

“Okay Cypher, I know you’re popular already around here, so you don’t need to keep breaking records and causing a scare like that-” Cypher looked up to see the front-desk staff throw some towels on him and the spent top who was still out cold. “Actually, why are you still here? Normally you’d be at work around this time, right?”

A dreadful sensation sunk deep within Cypher looking at the clock up on the wall in strike contrast to how easy it had been to not realize he’d blown another hour getting fucked. All he uttered was a gasp before moaning on instinct as he pulled away from the groin and the engorged shaft slipped out, but he realized it didn’t faze him at all given his newly realized ability. It also didn’t faze the unconscious man as he heard the staff-member ask “Hey, is he all-right?”

“God fucking-damn it...” Cypher saw missed calls and emails for him as he quickly retrieved his items and clothing. He barely had his shirt on before his phone went off again and he answered it recognizing the name. “Kevin-, I’m on my way. How bad is it?”

“Uh, well only 2 are threatening to cancel contracts but it’s the typical queens. Where are you?” His assistant replied. Cypher didn’t bother tying his shoes walking in an unstable manner on tip toes in them as he buckled his pants to his waist.

“Lost track of time while I was at the Bath of Wrath-” Dashing out the door to his car he couldn’t help but cringe as Kevin remarked.”

“Really?”

Cypher slid into the car seat as he quickly started the engine and stuttered. “I know! I d-don’t know-....” He froze for a moment as a familiar vehicle drove in front of him. For a moment he thought he had merely just spotted a lookalike of Patrick, but something told him otherwise as he then cut off his assistant. “Actually Kevin-.... I know this is going to make your life hell today but I’m really not feeling that well...Please cancel all appointments today.”

It wasn’t so much an expression of frustration but rather concern he heard on the line. “I understand, but are you going to be, okay?” Cypher put the car into drive as he hung up without answering before starting to follow his compelling instinct.