Pat barely had enough time to process his misgivings before Drake snapped him back to reality with a powerful slap to the back. As he stumbled forward Pat was grateful that either Drake had a merciful control over his own strength, or that his arms were so bloated that he couldn’t swing at full force.
“Nice going little man, you’re not the worst fuck I’ve ever had. Let’s face it though, you’ll never be enough to handle all this yourself.” Drake swayed his hips and gestured down at his Herculean body, laughing proudly. His voice was bassy and booming and it made Pat’s chest vibrate.
“Your voice, it’s… incredible,” Pat gasped, the soothing rumble completely distracting him from the backhanded compliment. “I thought you were hot before, but now…”
Drake gave a wicked, toothy grin, more at his own body than at his longtime admirer. “I know,” he said simply, as if stating an obvious fact.
“Drake, can I… tell you something?” Pat mumbled shyly. His eyes were fixated on Drake’s flawless abs, and he took an unconscious step towards them. Looking straight at the perfection of Drake’s body disoriented him almost as if its brilliance was literally blinding.
“Let me guess,” Drake replied, and swished his hips the other way, a finger on his pouty lips in mock concentration. “The pipsqueak’s been crushing on me since high school. I am the perfect man, after all.”
“No, no, it’s not the wish, I really-“
“Pledge your undying devotion to me, right, right.”
“Y-yes, that too, but Drake, listen-“
“To aaaaall this,” Drake sang, and lifted Pat off the ground, forcing his face straight into his armpit. That shut him up. After a few moments of muffled whimpering, Drake let the tiny figure drop unceremoniously to the floor, dazed and smiling from ear to ear. A twitching erection made it clear that he didn’t mind having been silenced this way.
“Anyway, I was saying,” boomed Drake. He was flexing at himself in a nearby hallway mirror, striking pose after pose as he waited for Pat’s brain to reboot. “Now that I’m sex incarnate, I deserve to fuck constantly, right?”
Pat sat up. “God yes,” he answered dutifully.
“Mmmf… that’s it. Damn straight I deserve it,” Drake muttered to himself, now stroking his ludicrously long cock as he continued to flex. “I deserve to be worshipped like the perfect being I am.”
“Absolutely, yes!” Pat agreed, crawling forward. “You are perfect, you’re so beautiful, so-“
“So beautiful…” Drake repeated to himself, and grinned wider. “Got that right. Worshipped by everyone, everyone in the world is gonna want this cock.”
“Yeah! Uh…” Pat took a moment to think about what he was agreeing with. The friend he’d been hoping might notice him for years was now the man he’d always dreamed of, and now he was already losing interest? “Well, but Drake, I am here already, I beg you as a humble worshipper, let me please you as only your most devoted lover can, let me be your… boyfriend!”
Drake paused in his self-admiration. He turned around slowly, and for a moment, Pat’s heart sank as he feared he’d angered his god.
“Patrick…” Drake’s voice was at its lowest, silkiest sound yet. Pat’s resolve melted before he even spotted the sultry look Drake was giving him. The superman slowly sauntered over and cupped Pat’s face in his hands. “Who’s the sexiest human being alive, hmm? Look at me, who?”
Pat, who had been looking down in shame, looked up and found he couldn’t turn away from the chiseled, painfully handsome face that greeted him. The squared, strong chin, the perfect, almost artificially white teeth, it was all too much to bear. He wasn’t sure if he was floating or he’d been lifted off the ground again. “You are…” Pat whispered, and then they locked eyes. With no warning, Patrick came for a second time.
“YOOOOOOU, OH GOD, YOU ARE!” He cried, spraying rope upon rope of spunk down Drake’s front yet again. Drake grinned in triumph, careful to keep looking his tiny friend in the eye. “Now,” he chuckled as Pat writhed and moaned in his grip, “you’re going to help me get some more worshippers, aren’t you?”
“Anything! Oh god anything, yes! You deserve whoever you want, you’re so beautiful!” Pat was almost sobbing in ecstasy. His mortal member, tired from two of its most intense orgasms to date, could only twitch and ooze the occasional dollop of cum at this point.
“That’s what I thought. You’re a good little bitch aren’t you? Yes you are, yes you are,” Drake cooed. “Tell you what, since you helped me become the man I was always meant to be, I’ll fuck you again for every new disciple you help me get. Sound good?” Pat smiled weakly and nodded. Drake set the smaller man down gently this time, and tousled his hair affectionately. It was subtle, but Pat was glad to see a glimmer of the old friendly Bob behind the eight-foot sex god that towered over him.
“Good,” said Drake, without a hint of Bob in his baritone. “Let’s get out there and get me some more bitches to plow, and fast. This baby can’t wait much longer.” He grabbed the base of his giant prick lewdly and shook it for emphasis. Pat didn’t need to be reminded of it, as he’d been staring at it for the past thirty seconds anyway. “Oh god, Drake, I can't wait to feel it inside me again… your cock is the greatest thing I’ve ever felt, it’s-“
“You know who I’ve always wanted to fuck?” Drake interrupted, and rolled his shoulders in anticipation.