Vaccinated

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY

Jake had kept the boots on, the only part of the uniform he still wore. The baton had come in handy again as a makeshift sex toy, though it was wielded with more finesse and less brutality this time. Diego was aroused by the memories of Jake’s domination - his taint still bruised from Jake’s earlier punishment.

Amber and her friends kept on the stilettos they’d worn, their calves shaped by the impossibly tall, thin heels. The men were all thankful for Jake’s fetish, the heels increasing their arousal a notch or ten.

The women were insatiable, attacking cocks and balls with their mouths, deep throating even Jake’s monster, demanding balls-deep, rough sex, anal, vaginal, face fucking, their screams as they orgasmed again and again filling the room, the men’s backs red raw with their claw marks. They couldn’t get enough. The rougher, the better. And the five men were there to fulfil their desires.

Before the bukkake, they’d demanded double vaginal, double anal penetration, with the men taking turns face fucking while four of them stuffed each woman in turn.

And, now, there was a sixth. Fresh meat for the kill. Scott was in heaven. Three women demanding his cock, their mouths, vaginas, arses all insatiable.

Scott was not the hottest man there, he was neither the most handsome, the most built, the most shredded, the tallest. As a late bloomer, he was still going through puberty. Still growing, his face still had a boyish quality, though hints of the masculine face he would grow into were there, and his body was lanky, yet to gain the muscle that puberty normally bestows, still early days into his workouts to make any real difference to his muscle mass. He was not the most anything, but he was young, virile, and had a new, different cock from the other five the women had already ravished, so they attacked him with fervour.

Jake nearly burst with pride. His protégé, an active and willing participant in a rough and tumble orgy, and now his nephew. Some, more conservative, people might consider it an odd thing to be proud of, but not Jake. He was proud of his sexual prowess, and was happy that he could bring pleasure to others through his skills, and was happy to pass on his abilities to others.

Once they were done with Scott, they were ready for yet another round. Now there were two men to each woman, they decided to spit roast. But this wasn’t enough for the women. They wanted another three men, so all of their holes could be stuffed at once.

Jake had two easy choices he was pretty sure would be in - Assad and Mike. But the third was trickier. He asked Diego, who thought Sam would join them. He’d missed out the night of Jake’s and Diego’s demo and punishment, wanting to join in but having to man the station’s desk. Jake smiled, three hot, built men. The women would go wild.

****

Jake answered the door wearing only his boots, his rock hard cock wet with pussy juice and cum. He had no shame. Assad laughed and his already chubbed cock swelled with arousal.

As he was closing the door, Sam and Mike both drove up. Jake greeted them at the door, grinning from ear to ear. Both men were already hard.

****

The women did indeed go wild at the three new men. They had their pick of demographics - from young, inexperienced Scott to mature, distinguished and experienced Assad, from lanky Scott to slightly built HIM to aesthetic but somewhat bulked up Ralph through to the massive brutes Brad and Assad. All handsome, all hung.

The women decided amongst themselves which three men they would claim. Amber chose Jake, Assad and HIM, Danielle, Diego, Sam and Brad, and Victoria had Mike, Ralph, and Scott. The men played rock, paper, scissors to determine which hole they would initially take.

The twelve of them fucked long into the night, Jake lost count how many times he came. Some of the others simply could not cum any more, the women literally drying them up, their balls needing time to replenish, their cocks red raw from so much fucking.

****

Most of them slept, having well and truly worn themselves out, a pile of nine bodies sleeping in various positions.

Jake, Diego and Ralph were still awake, talking quietly to avoid waking the others.

“Fuck, Jake,” said Diego. Ralph nodded.

Jake smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed.”

“Enjoyed? That’s a fucking understatement, my cock and balls will need a month to recover!”

“I’m surprised at how insatiable they were, to be honest. I knew Amber was keen, but I’ve never seen her like that before. And for all three of them to be crazed for cock. It must be a symptom of their abduction.”

“It could be,” said Ralph, “It's an atypical response, but it happens. Rare for all three of them to share the response, though.”

“Is this the ‘calm’ before the storm? Are they headed for some sort of breakdown?” Jake asked.

“I don’t know, but the psych's cleared them all,” said Ralph.

Jake would need to keep a close eye on Amber for the foreseeable future.

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-ONE

The next morning, the women woke each man in turn sucking their morning wood balls-deep, enjoying three loads of cum for breakfast, each.

The women showered together in Jake’s en suite shower. If they hadn’t been totally spent, a few of the men might have joined them, three women sharing a shower, lathering themselves up, was boner inducing.

As they showered, the men all thanked Jake, not a one of them ever having experienced anything even close to the intensity of last night’s orgy.

“Don’t thank me,” he said, “Thank the girls. It was their voracious need for cock.”

After their shower, the women dressed and prepared to leave, promising a repeat, this time wanting all twelve there from the start. To a man, their cocks swelled. A repeat? FUCK. YES.

As the women piled into Amber’s car, and she drove off, Sam turned to Jake, “I fucking love you, man. THANK YOU.” And gave him a bear hug. He then realised who he was hugging - Jake, the alpha - and he quickly backed off, apologising. Jake’s smiled wryly at Sam’s reaction. Here he was with his boss, Diego, and his boss's boss, Assad, and it was Jake that he deferred to.

Sam was around Scott’s age, likely inexperienced. He certainly had his eyes opened last night. “You’re welcome,” Jake laughed.

Jake went back inside and decided a fry up breakfast was in order. They all needed the fat and protein to replace the loss from their repeated loads.

****

They sat around Jake’s dining table, laughing and sharing stories with one another from last night’s insane orgy. Scott looked happy, but also pale with large bags under his eyes.

“How are you feeling Scotty?” Jake asked.

Scott grinned, “After last night? Fucking AWESOME, but tired.” He looked it.

Jake contemplated ramping up his production of red blood cells, but how to broach the subject with Scott? Hearing his name snapped him out of his reverie.

“… even Jake’s. I’ve never seen anything like it. Jake, is that the first time you’ve had someone hit your pubic bone with their lips?” Assad asked.

“No, but it’s rare. They usually only get three-quarters down, if I’m lucky. Amber and only a handful of others, before last night, have ever managed it.”

Though HE felt out of HIS element, and was not comfortable with the banter and sex talk with all of these strangers, HE realised that Jake was right about HIM not reverting to HIS former reserved, reclusive self. HE could feel HIS testosterone production was ramped up extra high this morning, HIS body recovering from so much cumming, and HE felt incredible, more confident, able to at least hold HIS own and sit with the other men, despite HIS discomfort. HE could only imagine how much better HE would feel with much more elevated levels, and how HE would become more confident and outgoing with practice.

****

As Mike was leaving, he pulled Jake aside. “My lawyer is still going over the agreement, but I’m in.” Jake held out his hand, and they shook, their powerful forearms swelling as they gripped each other’s hand. “Last night was fucking awesome. I’ve never had group sex before; I didn’t know what I was missing. I thought it would be weird with all these other guys around, but it was hot, all these aroused cocks getting sucked, licked, plugging every hole, getting the women off every which way.”

Jake smiled, “Yeah, it’s amazing, everyone gets something different out of it and when it’s on point, like last night, there’s really nothing better.”

“Thanks again, mate. I’m definitely in for the next one.”

“Of course.”

*****

Ralph and Diego both had to leave to start their respective shifts. Assad and Sam had other engagements and also left, leaving Jake, Scott, Brad and HIM.

Jake looked to HIM, and HE took the hint.

“I’ve got some news.” HE said.

“I’ve been offered a position at the International Institute of Immunology & Microbiology. Not just any position, Chairman.”

Neither Brad not Scott knew exactly what that meant, but it sounded important, a big deal.

Jake filled in some of the blanks, “It’s a BIG fucking deal. Huge. It’s pretty much the dream of every scientist working in those fields to be offered a position. To be offered Chair… it’s unheard of. HE’d be the youngest chair by about 25 years, ever.”

A big deal, indeed.

“Congratulations, mate, that’s fantastic!” Brad stood and gave HIM a bear hug. A careful, bear hug, to be sure.

Scott also hugged HIM, “Congratulations, YOU’ve achieved so much, so young.”

“The only catch - and there’s always a catch, isn’t there - it’s across the other side of the country.”

“Oh,” Scott realised he’d lose his training partner.

“And, Bradley, that’s where you and I come in.”

Brad looked confused, “I don’t understand.”

“HE’s so concerned about giving up HIS training, about starting at another gym, that HE considered turning down the offer.”

“What?” “Seriously?” Brad and Scott were both shocked.

“Right? So I suggested that we open up a branch of the gym across the country. We’d run things, really, HE’d only manage the coaching clients at that branch.”

“Go on,” said Brad.

“It makes sense. We know how to run a kickarse gym - the world’s greatest gym. It’s time to expand our presence. HE would basically be an owner, so HE would have ultimate control - HE can kick out any fuckers that give HIM a hard time - so that brings down the anxiety factor. We’d hire a manager to run the place, otherwise, and we’d get more coaching clients from that side of the country as they wouldn't have to travel as far.”

“It all sounds great,” said Brad, “except for one issue.”

“What’s that?”

“Money. We just dropped 500k on some weights. We’d need at least a few mill to stock a new space.”

“We can borrow–“

“That’s not an issue,” HE said, “If I’m going to pretend to be an owner, I should be an owner. I’ll put in my one-third equity, and we’ll be partners for real. You can use my one-third to put towards the new branch, and I’ll front any extra money needed to the business, interest free, and the business can pay me back from future profits.”

“That’s…” “Extremely generous.” Both Jake and Brad nodded.

“Not really, you’re doing this for me, I need to contribute something in return. Besides, we’re going to make so much fucking money from coaching we won’t know what to do with it all.”

“I only have one stipulation,” said Brad.

“What’s that?”

“It has to be the same as our current facility, no corner cutting. Same size, same levels of equipment, same broad range, same access to world class coaches, medics, physios, whatever.”

“Of course,” HE said. Jake nodded, “Yeah, we’re known worldwide, we don’t want to dilute our brand.”

“Well, we don’t need our 75/25 split any more,” said Jake. “I’ll call the lawyer and have him draw up an agreement.”

It was settled.

“When do YOU move?” Asked Scott.

“I”m not sure, but soon. Probably in a few weeks, at most.”

[LorianofLothric]

6 hours ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Though HE felt out of HIS element, and was not comfortable with the banter and sex talk with all of these strangers, HE realised that Jake was right about HIM not reverting to HIS former reserved, reclusive self. HE could feel HIS testosterone production was ramped up extra high this morning, HIS body recovering from so much cumming, and HE felt incredible, more confident, able to at least hold HIS own and sit with the other men, despite HIS discomfort. HE could only imagine how much better HE would feel with much more elevated levels, and how HE would become more confident and outgoing with practice.

I can already see Jake and the gang visiting HIM in a few months (or vice versa) and being stunned by HIS progress perhaps not even recognizing HIM at first. Or perhaps Brad could run into the new and improved HIM at the gym and then relate his encounter to an equally shocked Jake who would then have a good reason to come check out his impressive protege. And of course we’d only get the full reveal of HIM through Jake’s eyes Anyhoo, just spitballing a few ideas I had while reading through the latest installment! It is hard to believe we’re already at chapter 150

[mmvmgo2011]

4 hours ago, LorianofLothric said:

I can already see Jake and the gang visiting HIM in a few months (or vice versa) and being stunned by HIS progress perhaps not even recognizing HIM at first. Or perhaps Brad could run into the new and improved HIM at the gym and then relate his encounter to an equally shocked Jake who would then have a good reason to come check out his impressive protege. And of course we’d only get the full reveal of HIM through Jake’s eyes Anyhoo, just spitballing a few ideas I had while reading through the latest installment! It is hard to believe we’re already at chapter 150

Great ideas, of course, but there might be a twist or two in thrown in there too. I just haven't thought of them yet

150... chapters fly when you're having fun

[Ro20316]

Here i am.wondering if Jake and Him havent done any changes already to those around in the orgy. Cum was everywhere and im sure they were hearing everything while they were fking.

The move is a new opportunity for him to find hinself outside Jake's influence. We have learned he likes to be rough but i feel he is somewhat "tame" being around Jake.

[mmvmgo2011]

2 minutes ago, Ro20316 said:

Here i am.wondering if Jake and Him havent done any changes already to those around in the orgy. Cum was everywhere and im sure they were hearing everything while they were fking.

The move is a new opportunity for him to find hinself outside Jake's influence. We have learned he likes to be rough but i feel he is somewhat "tame" being around Jake.

Have you stolen my notes when I wasn't looking?

HE is absolutely deferential to Jake, HIS alpha, for a number of reasons. As HE continues to ramp up HIS testosterone, and is forced to be more independent, I suspect HE'll find his groove, come out of HIS shell more. HE's already cum so far, after all...

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-TWO

True to his word, Mike approached Jake in the gym the next day, signed agreement in hand.

“Jake, mate, let’s do this thing.” Mike’s cock was hard as he handed over the signed agreement. They clasped hands like they were going to arm wrestle, massive forearms swelling, veins popping as they gripped.

Jake skimmed the agreement, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “Mike, there’s no amendments, no additions, no changes.”

“Right.”

“And in the section headed ‘Limitations & Forbidden Actions’, you’ve left that blank?”

“I have.”

“But, that means…”

“Yes, it does. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Jake’s bulge swelled as his cock hardened. “Mike,–”

“Jake, I’ve made my decision. The most efficient way for you to get your cum into me is, well, to cum into me. I’m going to want to make regular tweaks and changes, I can’t have you wanking out a load, sperm already dying before it even gets to do its job.”

“Fair enough. I’ll be gentle, at least a first.” More virgin hole. Jake’s cock was diamond hard, leaking pre, soaking his boxer briefs.

“I’ll tee up your photo shoot, are you available later this afternoon?”

“Sure.”

“Great. Let’s fill out your wants and goals,” Jake said, leading him to the office.

They’d created a standardised form which listed a range of standard wants and goals, bulk up, cut, bodybuilding contest prep, increase vascularity, strength, speed, stamina, VO2, reach X% body fat, add X kgs of lean muscle mass, increase X lift by Y kgs, as well as open responses for custom entries for each client, say, increase pitching speed, increase batting average, improve topspin forehand, increase size and symmetry of the traps, and so on. As well as the end goal, there was an indication of the desired timing and client’s willingness to push boundaries, whether they wanted modest changes for slower, more ‘natural’ changes, or insane changes for the fastest, most extreme results possible.

Jake took Mike through the form which, in Mike’s case, was relatively simple. He wanted to cut, down to 8% body fat, at which point he’d reevaluate, he wanted to increase his vascularity, and wanted to accentuate his already yoked physique, tweaking his neck, traps, and delts, giving him an extra powerful, intimidating look.

As Mike signed on the dotted line, his and Jake’s cocks both pumped out a large glob of pre.

****

HE was excited. HE’d be owner of a gym. Not just A gym, a CHAIN of gyms. Two links forms a chain, right? If someone had told HIM a month ago that HE’d be owner of a gym… well, no one would have told HIM that, because nobody really socialised with HIM, then.

HE marvelled at how far HE had come, and thought back to that fateful decision to join HIS former PharmaVax workmates at their final Friday night drinks. HE owed Jake a lot, and wasn’t sure how HE could ever repay him, or show HIS appreciation. Amber, too. To HIS mind, buying into the gym business, and putting up all of the extra money needed for the new branch, interest free, was the least HE could do.

HE had been awkward, socially isolated, lonely, a virgin. Thanks to Jake, HE was well on HIS way to becoming a confident alpha stud, fucking whoever HE wanted, whenever HE wanted, never being lonely again.

****

“Assad, have I caught you at a bad time?” Jake asked.

“Thanks. I’d like to ask you another favour.”

“No, no, nothing like that, nothing unethical or illegal at all. Totally above board.”

“We’re opening a new branch of the gym–”

“No, across the country, actually. HE will be moving to take on a fantastic new career defining role, and we decided HE’d be perfect as a co-owner.”

“Thanks, you’re too kind. We try to make it world-beating, and we want the new site to be the same.”

“We were wondering if you have any contacts over there? Guys, and gals, that might want to join up. In addition to our usual first responder discount, we’re offering three months free to anyone that signs up to at least a year.”

“That would be awesome, thanks mate. He’s okay, I think he’s still recovering from the other night, he is an old man, after all,” Jake laughed.

“Hah, don’t get offended, I know you’re older than he is. I’m kidding. Besides, you didn’t have hours of hard fucking before you and the other two arrived.”

“Glad to hear it. Absolutely looking forward to the next one.”

“Great, I’ll wait to hear from you. Feel free to pass on my details if any of them have any questions, or want to discuss any aspect.”

“Thanks, mate. Seeya.”

****

“John, mate, it’s Brad.”

“They’re fucking AWESOME. You’ve outdone yourself.”

“You charged like a wounded bull but, fuck, they’re perfect.”

“No, the reason for my call, we’re setting up a new site. No, across the country.”

“Yeah, we want it to mirror, as closely as possible, the current site.”

“We hope to have a ready list of members before it even opens, but we can probably start with reduced duplication of equipment - though that may need to change on short notice.”

“Yeah, exactly. Thanks, mate, I’ll wait to receive your email.”

“Thanks, you too. Bye.”

He dialled, “Tuân, it’s Brad.”

“I’m good, you?”

“Awesome. We're looking for a new site.”

“No, not here, across the country, close to the International Institute of Immunology & Microbiology - I’ll send you the–”

“Oh, you already know of it.”

“Yeah, our manager will work there, so if we can find a suitable site close by, that would be ideal.”

“Ideally, the same size as our existing one. Or even bigger, to allow for future expansion.”

“You do? Fucking awesome. Send me the details and I’ll get back to you asap.”

“Thanks, mate, you too. Bye.”

Things were coming together quicker than Brad had anticipated. At this rate, they’d have the new branch open in no time.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-THREE

Mike and Jake stood in the dedicated posing room, an empty room with a wall of floor to ceiling mirrors. They’d gone to massive expense to have seamless mirrors installed, so the entire length of the wall appeared as one massive, seamless mirror - can’t have a mirror seam ruining the view of some incredible pump. Jake had arranged for a bed to be brought in.

Jake was already horny, looking forward to invading Mike’s virgin hole. Mike was, not wary exactly, but not exactly comfortable.

“So, how do we do this?” Mike asked.

“That’s totally up to you. We can make it sensual, we can make it rough, we can make it transactional, where you just lie back and let me do all the work.”

“I think, transactional. That sounds the most appropriate, given this is all a means to an end.”

“Sure, no problem. Oral or anal?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you want me to deposit my sperm orally or anally.”

Mike hadn’t really stopped to consider. “Anally, I think." He wasn't quite ready to face another guys cock and balls, literally. "Will it hurt?”

“Honestly, probably, a fair bit, at first. It’s not pain, exactly, more like intense discomfort. I’m a big guy, no matter how gentle I am, your hole is going to be stretched beyond what is normal for you. As we continue, your hole will adapt, where eventually you won’t feel any discomfort at all, just pleasure.”

Mike didn’t like the sound of that, and Jake picked up on his facial expression.

“I promise I’ll be gentle. And, don’t worry, when I hit your prostate, you’ll forget any discomfort you might be feeling, and just be overtaken by ecstatic pleasure. It also helps if you relax, the tenser and more anxious you are, the more discomfort you’re going to feel.”

Jake put on some music. Mellow, lounge music designed to relax Mike and calm him down.

“I’ll start with a little lube, which I don’t normally use, and will massage around the area, loosening you up a bit. And I’ll tell you before I enter you.”

“Okay.”

He brought Mike over to the bed and lay him on his back, with his arse resting along the edge of the bed, his legs spread, feet on the floor for now. Jake began by gently rubbing Mike’s perineum, in slow, circular motions, his touch feather-like, almost imperceptible. Mike writhed, tingling pleasure spreading throughout his body. His cock began swelling.

Jake increased the pressure, as he increased the diameter of his circular motions. As he massaged his perineum with one hand, he reached between his crack, probing for his hole with the other. He gently grazed along the balloon knot, feeling it quiver and pulsate at his touch.

“Relax. Imagine yourself at 8% body fat, yoked as fuck. An intimidating wall of muscle ready to take down any fucker.”

Mike’s cock bobbed and twitched as Jake spoke.

“Traps for days, bulbous delts, rivers of veins running along your arms.”

Jake pressed into his knot with his thumb, gauging his reaction. He was still tensing up.

“Squeeze shut your hole as hard as you can.”

He felt everything tense up, the knot puckering up as Mike’s muscles flexed and squeezed.

“Now, release those muscles, relaxing them as much as you can.”

As Mike released, he pressed into the knot. Much better.

“Okay, I want you to repeat that a few times. Flex as hard as you can, hold it for a count of three, then release and relax as much as you can for a count of ten.”

As Mike was flexing his hole, Jake grabbed the lube and slathered some on his dick, and around Mike’s hole.

He touched his tip to the hole, and waited for Mike to release his hold… there it was. Jake thrust forward.

Mike gasped as Jake’s cock stretched open his hole. “You said you’d warn me beforehand!”

“Trust me, this way is better. Like ripping off a band-aid.”

Jake pressed forward, the hole stretching open to accommodate his glans. Mike was groaning, in pleasure, but also in pain. Jake pressed forward, the hole almost stretched to the maximum diameter needed to accommodate his glans. “Just a little more…”

He pushed further, his glans fully in. He shivered at how good it felt, how tight, how much pressure was exerting on his cock. He thrust in further.

Mike moaned. Jake continued until he felt he was close to Mike’s prostate.

“Hey Mike, remember what I said about your prostate?”

“Ungh, y-, yeah.”

Jake flexed his cock, expanding it, and he rubbed his glans along Mike’s tunnel, pressing into his prostate.

Mike gasped, and bucked like a wild bull. Jake smiled. He pulled back, maintaining his flexed cock, his glans massaging Mike’s prostate from the inside out. He bucked even harder. Jake stopped with his glans at just the right spot, releasing and flexing his cock, the glans tapping out morse code signals of pure pleasure, Mike groaning and bucking wildly. Jake was enjoying this ride.

He thrust back and forth in small motions, flexing and releasing his cock, focussing all his attention on Mike’s prostate. Mike’s cock, already hard, was now flooding pre from the tip like a fountain, a waterfall of pre falling back down along his shaft and soaking his thick, dark, bush.

Jake stopped thrusting, his cock in just the perfect position. He could feel Mike’s heartbeat through his cock, a strong, steady, fast paced pulsing, throbbing. Jake pulsated his pelvic floor muscles, his cock vibrating like a vibrating dildo, though no vibrator could ever hope to match Jake's ability to induce orgasms. Mike could take no more. His cock shot out massive ropes of cum in a huge, tall arc, gobs of cum hitting him in the face, his hair, on his pecs, his abs. Jake gasped as Mike came, Mike’s orgasm generating great undulating waves of pressure squeezing Jake’s cock. Jake orgasmed, allowing himself to cum, his cock surging, concrete hard, as it pumped Mike full of huge volleys of his thick, creamy seed.

Mike’s cock, twitched and bounced as Jake came inside him, the feeling of Jake’s prodigious cum, his mammoth cock hard as steel rammed inside of him, the thought of what Jake’s cum would soon do for him, had Mike cumming again, shooting more of his cum all over himself.

As Jake’s cock finished pumping his precious seed, he slowly withdrew from Mike’s hole, enjoying the peristaltic waves of pressure Mike’s orgasms continued to press onto his dick. His sperm were already reporting, and Jake instructed them to go to work.

It was time to create their first superhuman, impossibly shredded, jacked and yoked beast. The beast that would make them richer than they knew what to do with, the beast that would have Jake fucking the biggest, the best, the fastest, athletes at the top of their game, all begging Jake for his cock, his cum, throwing money at him. His cock quickly hardened, and was leaking pre, ready to shoot out fountains of his money makers, torrents of his seed, seed that would have the best of the best submitting to his dominance, his power. He orgasmed again, allowing his cock to pump out gouts of cum which he directed over Mike.

“Hey, what the hell, man?”

Jake smiled, a cruel, twisted smile, you’ll fucking be begging for it soon enough, he thought. Begging me. Subservient to me, to my cock. Desperate for my cum.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-FOUR

Jake needed an outlet for his aggression, his lust for domination, his desire to treat the inferiors like the bugs that they were.

He dialled: “Be at mine in 20.”

“But I’m only half way through my shift.”

“What the FUCK did I just say? Don’t make me repeat myself. You won’t like it if I need to.”

****

“How soon before I start to see any changes?”

“Some changes, you’ll notice straight away. Reduced appetite, increased libido, increased thirst. It’s important you drink plenty of water, which is needed for the body to burn off its fat stores.”

“When do we do need to do this again?”

It’s starting already, thought Jake, his cock hardening painfully at the thought.

“That’s up to you. Give it a few days for everything to settle, and then we can reevaluate.”

Mike, still covered in his and Jake’s cum, shook Jake’s hand as he went to shower, “Thanks again, mate, can’t wait to start seeing the results.”

“Me neither. You’re going to be an absolute unit.”

****

Jake smiled as he saw the cruiser parked in his driveway. He pulled the beast in next to the cruiser and jumped out, adjusting his tented bulge, his cock swollen in anticipation.

He stepped out of the cruiser at the same time. “What’s so important that I had to skip out mid shift?” His tone was angry, accusatory.

Jake said nothing, but grabbed him by the throat, squeezing hard cutting off his air supply, and lifted him off his feet. As he did so, he grabbed the officer’s weapon and, before he could react, he had the muzzle pointed at his temple.

He spoke softly, not needing to shout to be commanding, authoritative, “You will speak only when spoken to. And never DARE question me ever again. Am I clear?”

He tried to nod, but his neck was being squeezed by Jake’s powerful grip.

“C-, ca-, can’t b-, b-, brea- breath.” He only just managed to eke out the words. Jake lowered the weapon, he didn't need the weapon to dominate.

“Be thankful that I allow you to breath.” Jake released the pressure of his grip, only slightly, and he tried to suck in as much air as he could through his limited airway.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Th-, thank y- you.”

Jake squeezed harder, “Thank you what?”

“Tha- thank yo- you, s- si- Sir.”

Jake smiled. “There, you’re a quick study. Things will go easier for you that way.”

Jake carried Officer Jones inside by his neck, enjoying the feel of his new toy on his arm.

****

Inside, he released Sam, who sucked in air, rubbing his crushed neck. He eyed Jake, warily.

“Oh, this?” He said, waving around the weapon, “I don’t need this.”

He made as if to hand it back to Sam. Sam wasn’t sure what to do.

“Go on, take it.”

He slowly, warily approached and took the gun from Jake, his hands shaking. His radio crackled, “Jones, where are you, over?”

That was Diego. Jake fired off a quick text: “Jones is busy and won’t be available for the rest of his shift.”

Diego replied with the winking, tongue out emoji.

Sam still stood, holding the weapon, half aiming it at Jake, still a little shell shocked.

“Well, don’t just stand there. I need to be undressed.”

Sam came closer, still holding the gun. “What is this? What do you want from m–”

Jake’s powerful punch to his gut doubled him over, winding him. As he struggled to breath, Jake bent over and whispered in his ear, “I thought I made myself clear. You never question me. EVER. My word is law. The sooner you realise that, the easier things will go for you.”

Sam was doubled over in pain, and still struggled to breath, his diaphragm convulsing.

“I didn’t hear you!”

He couldn’t speak, he had no breath in his lungs with which to form any words.

Jake straightened him up and pressed his thumbs on either side of his abdomen, calming his diaphragm and allowing him to breath normally again. He sucked air in huge gulps.

“Ssss- sorry, sss- sir. Tha- than- thank y- you sss- sir.”

Jake smiled, his cock rock hard. Just like that, he cemented his dominance over his new toy. He was going to enjoy playing with his toy. That’s what toys were for, after all.

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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTY-FIVE

Jake needed a name for his new toy. ‘Toy’ was so generic, so impersonal.

“Toy, what shall I call you?”

The confused, scared look on his toy’s face nearly had Jake erupting then and there, his cock somehow swelled even harder, and a glob of pre pumped out of the tip.

****

He didn’t know what to say? What to do? He didn’t want to be punished but, even more, he didn’t want to upset or displease his alpha, his superior, his master.

His mind raced. Somehow, he knew ‘Sam’ or ‘Jones’ were absolutely the wrong answers. In his presence, Sam Jones did not exist, only his toy, his plaything, his slave, a thing subservient to him in every way. Absolutely obedient. Unquestioningly submissive. Deferential to his alpha’s every whim.

****

“Luke, sir!”

“Luke?” He looked like a Luke, or maybe a Blake.

His toy broke out in a sweat. Was that the wrong answer? Was his alpha upset? Would he be punished? If he displeased his alpha, he should be punished.

“I’m sorry, Sir. If that name displeases you, I should be punished.”

Jake’s desperately hard cock was begging for release. He allowed himself to cum, filling his boxer briefs, soaking them. He groaned, a deep, lengthy, gravely growl. Fuck, he was horny. His dominance of his toy was even deeper, more complete than he could have hoped for. FUCK. YES! He growled out another groan, even deeper and longer than before.

His toy took it as displeasure, his eyes darting wildly, sweat pouring from his brow. He wondered what punishment his alpha would decide to mete out.

Jake put him out of his misery, “You’ve done well, Luke. Now, come and remove my pants, and clean up me and my boxers with your mouth.”

Jake groaned as Luke leapt to obey. His master had commanded him, he needed to comply, without delay.

****

Luke was surprisingly efficient, quickly removing his pants, and his boxer briefs, setting them aside, careful not to lose even a single drop of his master’s precious seed. He licked up around Jake’s cock, his balls, ensuring there was no trace of cum. He then moved to the briefs and sucked up the bulk of the cum, then used his tongue to lick up the rest, desperate to lick up even that which had soaked into the fabric.

Jake’s cock was rock hard again as he watched his toy desperately trying to defeat the laws of physics, somehow extract his cum soaked into the fabric using just his tongue. He’d commanded him to do something, and he was going to do it, the laws of physics be damned.

Jake had contemplated using his ability on him, to coax him along, cement his devotion, his obedience but, fuck, he didn’t need to by the looks of things. Like hypnosis, he didn’t think he could alter someone’s mind to do something they didn’t already want to do. He wondered idly how far that obedience went.

“Luke, give me your weapon.”

He immediately handed over the weapon, not a moment’s hesitation. Jake groaned, FUCK.

“I’d like to wash away the day’s stink. Go and prepare my shower.”

He instantly raced off. While he was gone, Jake removed the weapon’s clip and removed the bullets, he also checked to make sure one wasn’t chambered.

After a few moments, he heard running water, and Luke came and stood by him. He did not speak. Jake groaned again, he WAS a quick learner.

Jake handed him the weapon.

“Shoot yourself, not fatally. Graze your arm.”

He immediately raised the weapon, the muzzle pointed so that the bullet would do some damage, but nothing fatal, and he pulled the trigger. Not a hint of hesitation, not a moment of doubt.

Jake came all over his toy and the weapon - it would have to be cleaned. His groans of pleasure music to his toy’s ears. Jake stood to go and shower, he didn’t want his toy’s efforts to go to waste, after all.

****

As much as Jake wanted to, he couldn’t keep his toy forever.

“Luke, you’re free to go.”

He looked disappointed, had he displeased his alpha?

“One more thing, whenever I call you Luke, you’ll know, I expect immediate obedience. I don’t care where you are, what you’re in the middle of, who is around. Luke is mine, and will obey. Instantly.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I call you by your other name, or Officer, or any other reference, then you may act as you please, free to do as you will. If that means displeasing me, I promise I won’t hold it against Luke.”

“I understand sir. Thank you sir. Sam would never want to displease you sir.”

“You never know what may happen, but remember my commitment to you. Well done, Luke. I am pleased.”

Luke looked like a puppy that had just been given a treat by its master.

“Oh, and Sam, you might want these,” he said, handing him the bullets.

****

As he watched Officer Jones drive off, he called Brad.

“Bradley, we need a better setup for our paying coaching clients. A bed in the corner of the posing room won’t cut it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking, right off the change rooms, smaller, more intimate. Perfect. Can you set it up?”

“Thanks, mate.”

****

He fired off a message to HIM: “We need to work on setting a time limit on our changes. Mike’s already started today, so we need to prep.”