Your mouth waters from the display, desire rising by the second as you see Mark and Finn going at it. The tall and broad Irishman being in complete control as he dominates his underling. Holding him still as their cocks continue to grind against each other. Your hand lowers, slipping into your pants as you grip your thick cock. Rubbing the top of your pole to the sight of these two men going at it. Focusing almost completely on Finn, the godly brute of a man that you're starting to admire. The scent of his sweat covered body reaching you, cementing this subservience and lust as you take a deep sniff. Absorbing more of that rugged and pungent smell, letting it invade you and command you.
As you allow yourself to be filled by Finn's scent, a feeling of restriction washes over you. Your clothes are so tight, unwanted by you in this moment as the fabric stretches against your increasingly muscled self. Shirt being pulled off, your desire to be exposed to this stud at the forefront of your mind. Tearing away what covers your torso and pulling down what protects your legs. Now in the complete nude like the other two men in the room, able to watch your changing form with delight. Seeing how your body broadens, legs extending as height is added to your form. Stretching as these slow changes overwhelm you, then walking to the man who you need to serve.
Your boss is still busy with Mark. The other thug's changes nearing their end. Mark now taller, but still with his athletic build. Small muscles shown across his arms and legs. Chest compact, thin and with a trail of ginger hairs leading from between his pecs to his pubes. Cock seven inches long and balls churning with virile seed. Short black hair and groomed beard turning red by the second as a light sputtering of freckles emerges on his cheeks. Still letting out grunts and moans of pleasure, now complemented by a thick accent. Though nowhere near as gruff as your bosses' own moans.
Within a few more moments, Mark reaches his limit. Cock shooting bursts of cum that spray back onto his own chest. Emptying that rising lust as the new Irishman steps away from his boss with a wide grin.
"Fook. I feel good!"
He speaks mostly to himself. Looking to his boss shortly after with a smirk.
"Aidan's the name now."
"Good lad. Time to break in the other one."
Both of their eyes turn to you. Finn standing up straight and you presenting yourself for the two of them. The boss eyeing you over, firm hand planted. On your shoulder, gripping you tightly as he asks.
"Oi, want to serve me, lad?"
You gulp, wanting that more than anything right now.
"Yes!"
Your voice still lacking the texture that these men have. Finn laughing and looking over to Aidan.
"Need to sound a bit better first lad."
Aidan comments as Finn agrees
"Aye."
Being his response before he suddenly pulls you into a kiss. Your body pressing against his, dwarfed by the mans might and kept in a firm grasp. Reminded that he is your new boss, and that he is in control. You allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, his beard to tickle your chin, his hand to claim your back. Giving in to this bandit and your new way of life, freeing yourself from any worries and embracing emerging desires. The kiss slowly broken as Finn asks with a cheeky grin.
"Let's try it again. Want to serve me, lad?"
"Fook yes!"
You respond with pride, voice now strikingly Irish.
Finn takes your response with a hearty laugh, hand readjusting from your shoulder to the top of your head. Pressing you against his underarm, wetting your face with sweat covered strands and sustaining you with his primitive stink. You obeying your boss's movements, taking what you have been presented with joy. Covered in his smell before he redirects you to a meaty pec. Firm as your head rests against it, tickled by the thick hairs as you just wish you could be like your boss. A surge of energy finding itself in you as your posture adjusts. Chest pushing forward, stance widening for your new broad form. Fist formed as you tense and see a growth of muscle across your arms and in your abs. Defined and ready for use in your bosses schemes, matching his own hair covered form as ginger strands overtake your pecs and stomach. Lines of hair on the back of your arms and pits filled with a thick bush.
Your new employer then starts to direct you lower. Following his thick treasure trail down to his bushy pubes and throbbing cock. Your filled with pride as you know what's happening next. Feeling new muscles swelling in your firm legs as you kneel down and move your head back. Looking back up to your grinning boss as he repositions your mouth with his cock, and pushes you onto the pole. The meaty and throbbing device warmed by your mouth and pressing against your throat. Being pushed in and out of you at the bosses discretion, your nose almost constantly stuffed with his hairy pubes. Smelling the musky scent of your king with each movement, letting it take you over further, cementing itself as the centre of your being.
Aidan watches the two of you go at it with a lustful grin. Seeing you impaled on the bosses cock and deciding to get in on that fun himself. Getting down on his stomach and moving his lips to your own cock. Drinking down your pre and playing with your tip. Toying with your needy self before some dominance rises within you. Your hand reaching over to Aidan's head, directing him as the boss directs you. Pushing him onto your cock as he willingly gives in, letting you command him as you use his mouth like a good hole. Shooting ropes of spunk down his throat which he happily drinks. Cleaning your pole afterwards, as you are quickly treated to the bosses own drink. Fluids spilling into you, thick and creamy. Pugnant and filling. Strand after strand forced down your throat, and willingly devoured by you.
When the last ropes of cum are shot, the boss loosens his grip on you, and you loosen your grip on Aidan. Aidan cleaning the head of your dick, and you doing the same for your new idol. Drinking down everything that remains, before the three of you step back and stand up tall and proud. You now just like the other two. A proper Irishman with a buff body and bright red hairs. Expression naturally resting in a cocky smirk and mind filled with new desires. Desires to drink and fuck with the lads, make the rest of the wankers in this town into Irishmen, and obey your boss above all else. Your new name and identity finding you, clear in your mind as you speak.
"Names Liam."
"Welcome to the gang Liam!"
Finn says with a hearty laugh, patting your back a few times then looking to Aiden.
"Now we've got work to do boys. Our gang has just started recruiting!"