After cleaning up Matt’s cum, the two of them finished their workouts, Matt feeling proud at how quickly Ben picked up the routines. At 4:30, a voice came over the intercom: “TIME TO HEAD HOME BROS, BUT DON’T FORGET TO TAKE PICS OF YOUR PUMP!” Matt looked around and saw most of the other guys admiring themselves in the mirrors at their stations, taking selfies as they flexed. Matt looked in his mirror and smirked at his reflection. ‘That’s one sexy beast.’ He thought to himself, admiring his pumped up muscles, the hair on his chest, and himself overall. He decided to snap a couple pics for himself later.
After he was done with his self worship, he looked over at Ben, who looked upset. “What’s wrong, kiddo?” “I have to go home… and I don’t wanna.” Matt walked over to Ben and put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Why don’t you come home with daddy today? I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” He rubbed Ben’s stiffening dick once, knowing he probably needed release again. Ben nodded excitedly, and Matt went to get changed, taking off the jockstrap and replacing it with the leather thong and undersized leather vest. The leather clung to his sweaty, pumped up body even tighter, causing the vest to be unzippable entirely. He double checked to make sure his mohawk was still in place in the mirror and felt butterflies in his stomach, loving the look of the sexy man in the mirror. Matt felt a little concerned considering just this morning he felt overly muscled, but now ‘sexy’ was the only word he could use to describe his body.
As Matt made it home with Ben in tow, once he opened the door, he saw Ben stiffen. He heard Abby’s voice from inside. “Come in!” Ben began to walk inside, passing Matt, who did not feel compelled to do as she said. He was confused… the fog from before had vanished.
He walked inside and closed the door behind him. He heard Abby’s voice come from the kitchen around the corner. “Go masturbate, then we can make up for me missing lunch, okay?” Ben walked back toward Matt’s bedroom and immediately began grabbed his throbbing cock as soon as he laid in the bed, jerking furiously. Matt instead, made his way over to the kitchen, confused why the fog wasn’t covering his mind.
As soon as he stepped in the kitchen, Abby turned toward him, confused. “Go masturbate, honey, I don’t want to get pregnant.” Matt shook his head. “I don’t need to.” Her confusion heightened for a moment before her expression was replaced by fear. “Oh no, are you pregnant?!”