Vaccinated - A Continuation

[Jockstudboy]

Awesome, as always! Thanks for keeping this going. 

[mmvmgo2011]

~~NINETY-SIX~~

The car slowed and made a ninety degree turn. It stopped. Fina-fucking-ly, HE thought. HE’d spent so long trapped in the hot, stuffy boot, HE was more concerned about getting out of there than HE was about being abducted.

Car doors opened and HE heard footsteps. Moving away from the car. FUCK! They were going to leave HIM in here? Still? FUCK!

HIS angst was short-lived, however, as only a few moments later HE heard footsteps coming towards the car. It sounded like a gravel driveway.

HE squinted as the boot lid opened, bright sun blinding HIM. “Up! Let’s go!” barked a gruff voice, but HE couldn’t yet see, everything was too bright after the darkness of the boot’s interior.

“I said MOVE fucker!” HE grunted as HE was manhandled out of the boot, unsteady on HIS feet after having spent so long curled up.

HE’d started the journey amped up, horny, arousal off the charts, but HE very quickly realised that would be torture. Well, okay, more torturous than it already was being stuffed into a hot, cramped space for hours on end. So HE’d calmed everything down, reducing his hormonal profile back to something more normal. Okay, supra-normal. Fine. Super-normal, but less insane than they were before. Thus, as HE was shoved along, and blood flow started to restore to HIS cramped muscles, HE started feeling good again, confident, powerful. Horny, despite HIS predicament.

Horny would come in handy, HE would soon learn.

***

Johnny tilted his head at a few of the Aryans, and they quickly moved off to distract the two guards on yard duty with some inanity or other. Only two guards, a benefit of the cheapskates running the joint, he thought.

Johnny wouldn’t need long, just enough to despatch this upstart fucker, and set flame to the Aryans-Hermanos tinderbox. Once things kicked off, the guards would be overwhelmed and Jake would get his lockdown.

Why DID he want it locked down, anyway? he thought. Not that he really cared, he needed this leadership issue sorted, and that sort of violence tended to spread anyway. Besides, those spic fuckers deserved everything they’d get.

Johnny didn’t wait, he tackled Stevo to the ground taking him somewhat by surprise. What? It’s a fucking prison. You expected a fair fight?

Besides, it was never going to be a fair fight. Johnny had about 15cm/30kg (~half a foot/66 pounds) on Stevo, and he now had him pinned on the ground. In short, Stevo was fucked. Not in that way. Maybe later, after Johnny was done with his bloodlust…

Ewww, no. Not with Stevo. Come on, even in prison there are limits.

***

Amber’s piercing green eyes bore into Scott’s. She hoped the kid understood.

Their timing was perfect. As Scott reached for the gun, Amber grabbed at Felipe’s balls from behind and squeezed. Hard. He yelped in pain, loosening his grip on the weapon, and reflexively doubled over. Amber smiled, pulling him away from Scott, not loosening her grip.

Scott aimed the weapon at his chest. Amber released her grip and stepped away from him.

“There, much better. Now. WHAT THE FUCK, FELIPE?!?” She was still quiet - she didn’t want to tip off the others - but somehow her tone conveyed yelling.

He started blubbering, words tumbling out, “you may as well go ahead and kill me. The others will as soon as they find out I fucked up and let you get away.”

No sympathy from Amber, though Scott seemed to waver a little. “You made your bed, lie in it fucker. Get in the van!” They walked him over to the back of the van, but as she opened the door, Felipe began screaming something in Spanish.

“FUCK!” she yelled. “Smash him in the back of the head with the gun, and RUN!”

Scott did as he was told, knocking Felipe out, and they ran. In different directions. Into different buildings.

***

“THEY’RE FREE! THEY HAVE ME AT GUNPOINT! HURRY!”

They both swore. Stupid fucking green Felipe, he thought as he ran back toward where they’d parked the van. The stupid fuck is lucky they'd already finished up with the commandos. But he was more worried himself. Felipe would probably be killed for his monumental blunder, but he was the leader and should not have left someone so green alone watching the prisoners. His hide was on the line too, no doubt. FUCKING FELIPE! They would find them. They had to.

***

Jake didn’t really want Miguel pile driving his dick down his throat. He didn’t often play the submissive, and didn’t feel like continuing now. So he tried a different tack.

“Fuck the foreplay, let’s just get to it. The faster I fuck you, the faster you get growing,” he said to Miguel, smiling inwardly as he noticed a spurt of pre from Miguel’s cock as he finished speaking.

Jake stood, moving over to Miguel. “Turn around.” It was not a request. Jake ripped the briefs off Miguel as he turned, exposing his arse.

This is it! thought Miguel… anticipation overwhelming. Jake was right. Let’s just get it done so I can start growing. He groaned at the thought, another spurt of pre stimulating his urethra. Fuuuuck.

***

HE looked around, as best he could with eyes still adjusting to the punishing brightness. HE was right about being in the middle of nowhere. It looked like a farmhouse, surrounded by furrowed land as far as HE could see in every direction. HE couldn’t check his phone, but HE’d bet anything there was no signal.

“What are we doing out here?” HE asked. “What do you want with ME?”

“YOU’ll find out soon enough. Get inside,” one of HIS captors said, giving HIM a shove, “There’s someone that wants to speak with YOU.”

***

Jake was rough. They didn’t say anything about ensuring they got off, though he suspected Diego would enjoy it rough. Much more so than Miguel.

“Diego, kneel down by Miguel.” Again, it was not a request. Jake was over it, he would blast a few pumps into Miguel, then spray the rest over Diego, ensuring some entered his mouth.

The average man ejaculates anywhere from about 40 to 930 million sperm each time. Jake was certainly not average; even before his ability, his ejaculations were legendary. He had been honing his sperm ability, slowly increasing the number of sperm he produced per ejaculation. He would need the dozens of billions of sperm he produced each time he came, as the more sperm he injected, the better his ability.

What no one else yet knew, Jake had developed the ability for his sperm to survive longer-term once he’d pumped them into someone. They weren’t invincible, but they were much hardier. He could direct his body to surround each sperm in a protein coating that allowed them to evade the immune system, and protected them from the higher temperatures inside the body.

At least, he was pretty sure that’s what it would do - he hadn’t yet been able to test it - but once he came inside Miguel and Diego, his sperm would invade every corner of their bodies (hence the need for more sperm), and he could exercise much finer control over more of their bodies’ systems. At least he fucking hoped that’s what would happen.

If I’m wrong, he thought, then my plan is fucked. But he reasoned he could always revert to his normal sperm, avoiding the extra protein coating, and cum again. More cum, what’s not to like?

[Wrestlejock646]

Aw damn...things are heating up fast!!

 

 

[Ro20316]

for a moment i thought they were getting HIm to the prison in case Jake didnt cooperate but he is somewhere else and i too woner WTH want with Him. Diego knows HE has teh sperm ability and even more so HE could be easily manipulated cause he doesnt have much control over it like Jake does.

[msclbldr]

Bump?

 

[mmvmgo2011]

On 12/2/2023 at 2:07 AM, msclbldr said:

Bump?

 

Hi all - apologies for the huge delay. Have had some personal issues I've been dealing with. Hoping to get back to writing soon-ish and will continue asap.

[ploder4]

33 minutes ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Hi all - apologies for the huge delay. Have had some personal issues I've been dealing with. Hoping to get back to writing soon-ish and will continue asap.

Thanks for the update.  It's appreciated.  Hope all goes well.  Take the time you need.  We'll be wating.

[DawnFire98]

42 minutes ago, mmvmgo2011 said:

Hi all - apologies for the huge delay. Have had some personal issues I've been dealing with. Hoping to get back to writing soon-ish and will continue asap.

Really happy to see you back on here. But yeah, take the time you need before you continue. No pressure

[mmvmgo2011]

~~NINETY-SEVEN~~

Blood sprayed and splattered as Johhny’s elbow landed a crushing blow. Literally, a sickening crunch as the skull caved in. Well, sickening for most, arousing for Johnny. Stevo had long since lost consciousness, his head lolling to and fro with each devastating blow. But he was not dead. Yet.

Johnny roared as he stood up, towering over the limp body of his former deputy. His entire body was pumped, the exertion and exhilaration of the ruthless violence flooding him with adrenaline and testosterone, each beat of his heart pumping his muscles harder, engorging his pulsating veins, swelling his groin, tingling power flooding his body.

He grabbed the front of Stevo’s garishly orange overalls and lifted the limp body high above his head, an impressive show of strength and dominance. “Anyone else agree with Stevo?” he roared, looking around to the other Aryans, his eyes crazed, manic, muscles pumped and vascular.

If any Aryan did, they wisely kept their mouth shut, keeping up the appearance of loyalty, at least. For now, it was enough, Johnny thought. He’d have to consolidate his position in time, dispatching a few more upstarts and those whose loyalty had wavered, but none would challenge him in the short term.

He dropped Stevo like a sack of potatoes. Would he live? Eh, either way worked for Johnny. If he did live, he would be a constant reminder to all who would seek to challenge him and, as a bonus, he’d have a cumrag that he controlled.

The two guards on duty, supposedly keeping eyes out on the yard, looked bored. Sure, they should have stopped the fight - well, “fight” was a bit of a misnomer; truthfully, it was more of a bloodbath - but the Aryans paid them well to look the other way and, right now, Johnny WAS the Aryans. If he died, Stevo’s body would be disposed of - maybe some family might ask questions for a while, but, eventually, he would just become another white-trash criminal that was ground up and spat out by the system. Good riddance to bad trash, right?

Johnny, amped and pumped as he was, felt invincible. And he wanted more. More of a pump, more violence, more bloodshed, more of him physically dominating. He stalked over to the weight bench. “Get the fuck off my bench, spic!”

***

Jake’s face broke out in a broad smile as he heard the alarm ring out across the prison. Lockdown. Perfect. Now neither Miguel nor Diego would be able to get word to their subordinates on the outside - not for a while at least, and that will be plenty long enough for him to follow through with his plan.

His dick surged as he stoked his arousal, spurts of pre firing from the meatus as he flexed and pumped his ejaculatory muscles, priming himself for the big finale.

“Boys, you want massive, dense, super-human muscle? Come and suckle on my muscle nectar. Suckle and grow. Suckle and know power.” He punctuated each sentence with his cock, flexing and squirting pre to emphasise each statement, hyper-aroused as the two muscular hunks on their knees before him each vied to be the first to suck his cock.

***

Every beat of Johnny’s heart sent a deluge of adrenaline, testosterone and other hormones surging throughout his body. Violence. There was no better feeling, except orgasming, but that was over in a few seconds. This, this could last for hours.

His muscles swelled with the pump, veins engorged and distended, struggling to feed his strength.

“What the fuck did you say to me, PUTO?” The last word was almost spat out as the Hermano sat up from the bench.

Johnny smiled, tilting his head from side to side, cracking his neck, the muscles rippling and bunching, vying for space.

A group of Hermanos circled him, prompting the Aryans to head over and protect their leader.

“Are you deaf, spic?” Johnny’s arousal continued to swell, the anticipation almost as good. Almost.

The guards were still oblivious to the growing danger, engrossed in some inane discussion with one of the Aryans sent to distract them earlier.

“I’m not going to tell you again. Get the fuck off my bench.”

The Hermano stood up. Physically, he was no real match for Johnny, but the Aryans were outnumbered, giving the Hermano courage. Besides, he couldn’t back down from such a challenge, that would be worse than fighting and losing.

He smirked and made a show of stepping aside, bowing mockingly and holding out his arm towards the bench. “Hear that? This Aryan puto thinks he owns this bench here.” Indistinct murmurs rose from the crowd, showing their support.

Johnny smiled, his arousal peaking, his body pumped, the tingling in his groin buzzing. He struck without further warning, head butting the Hermano as he rose from his mocking bow. Another sickening crunch reverberated through the crowd as the Hermano went down.

Johnny roared, lashing out at the nearest Hermano. The tinderbox exploded, the riot was on.

***

One of the guards was caught by surprise as the Aryan he was talking to attacked. The other guard, looking around, wisely raced off yelling into his radio. “RIOT IN THE YARD! LOCK IT DOWN! NOW!”

A moment later, an alarm rang out across the prison, and the skeleton crew of guards prepared to deal with the riot in the yard.

***

The computer beeped, an alert popping up on the screen.

“Sir! A hit on the traffic cams,” said the operator as he deftly followed the alert, extracting further information from the system.

The officer in charge spoke into his radio, “Sir, we’ve got a hit on the van.”

“No, sir, not yet, following the trail as we speak.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

***

The chopper was in the air before the traffic cam trail had been fully resolved. But they had enough to get moving in the general direction.

Brad was briefing the team, emphasising the danger, and stressing the need to protect the hostages above all else.

Amber! If those fuckers hurt her! They would pay, anyway, but if she was harmed…

***

Jake struggled to keep his mind clear, to focus on his plan. It was hard - pardon the pun - to concentrate when you had two muscular studs fighting over your cock.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on his sperm. His balls throbbed and pulsated with each heartbeat, gouts of sperm-containing pre leaking from his cock, being lapped up hungrily.

Already, he could sense the changes, the improvements he had made. The Hermanos wanted super-dense muscle, like Brad but even denser, harder, more powerful. The problem was, Jake wasn’t sure how to make their bodies do that. He could amp up their androgenic hormones, super charge their anabolism, but that would ‘just’ add normal muscle. Awesome, but not what they wanted, and they’d made it abundantly clear if they didn’t get what they wanted, his friends and family would be harmed.

[panama]

Great to see this story back !!