You push onward into the locker room, trying not to look at anyone around you, for fear that you’ll end up forming some connection with them that you won’t be able to control. Your mental stamina is beginning to wear down though. You pause outside the showers, and again repeat the trigger phrase, “I want to be ignored,” but the magic feels even weaker this time. You’re so tired from just trying to hold all of the possible connections at bay, there’s no way you can muster the psychic energy necessary to change all the way back. That’s when you see it--the sauna! It’s the perfect spot. Nice and secluded, and maybe you can even lock the door to keep anyone else from getting inside while you regain control and focus. You rush over, open the door, and head inside--but once you are in, you realize your mistake.
You forgot to look and see if it was occupied.
There’s one man in there, sitting on the wood bench, with just a towel draped over his lap, sweating from head to toe. He’s quite old, easily in his sixties, if not older, rather fat, and very hairy all over--aside from the top of his head of course. He looks over at Braiden, perhaps a little annoyed that his own quiet time had been disturbed, but you can already feel it happening, the connection forming between Braiden and the old, bearded fellow, and you don’t have the energy to stop it.
Just like with Tim, you feel the onslaught of knowledge overwhelm you faster than you can process any of it. It overrides Tim completely even, erasing that short lived connection entirely. The old man, named Randolph, leers over at Braiden, reaches under the towel, and adjusts himself. “I didn’t think you’d rush right on over, didn’t you just start your workout?”
“I didn’t want to keep you waiting, Sir,” Braiden says, walking over to where Randolph was sitting, his own cock rock hard in the front of his gym shorts.
Randolph pulled the towel aside, revealing his hard cock buried in his sweaty bush. Braiden got down on his knees in front of him, licked his lips, and swallowed him down to the root of his cock, making the older man moan.
You, however, find yourself dragged along for the ride, no longer in control at all. You wasted so much energy trying to keep everyone else at bay, and now all you can do is take the backseat, as more and more context is added to Braiden’s existence.
“Yeah, hot stud like you, and all you can think about is when you’re gonna get a hot daddy cock next. All I have to do is drop you a text, and you come running like a horny cockslut. All those guys out there think you’re some tough alpha, but you’re my little horny musclebull, aren’t you?”
As Randolph said that, the magic took hold again, and ran with it. Braiden began to bulk up even more, swelling larger, with more and more hair and muscle all over his body. He looked up at Randolph, at his Master, a thick gauge septum ring hanging from his face, and grinned around his cock. He felt his cock pulse, and precum started spewing from his cock, from the massive nuts below.
“Looks like my bull’s in heat. Need Daddy’s cock in that cowhole of yours, don’t you?”
“Fuck Sir, fuck this bull’s ass, please...” Braiden moaned, and bent over the wooden steps in the sauna, while Randolph hefted himself down, and lined his cock up with Braiden’s hole. There were more and more memories coming now, it seemed like the closer the two of them got, the more intense their relationship came--and the harder it was for you to separate yourself from Braiden.
Randolph slid his cock into Braiden’s loose hole, still lubed up from the fuck he’d given him not two hours ago, back at the house, before coming to the gym for their workout. Well, Braiden worked out. Randolph liked to use the pool and the sauna, and his bull’s hole in public. Besides, it was fun showing off his muscle slave for everyone--especially the other old men at the gym. More than once, when Braiden had finished his workout, Randolph had told him he’d be going home for the evening with another gentleman, his little bull whore, always ready and eager to service a chubby, horny, perverted daddy bear.
It feels like every thrust of Randolph’s cock into Braiden’s hole is a knife being driven into your psyche. You even start to enjoy the sensation, even though you’d never once in your life before considered having sex with a man, much less a man like this. Braiden’s bull balls are still leaking precum all over the floor of the sauna, joining the pool of sweat dripping off them both as they fuck. His cock is rock hard and straining against the cock cage his Sir keeps him in at all times, guaranteeing he always has an eager, horny bottom bull desperate for cock.
Randolph drives in deep and unloads into his bull’s hole, while Braiden grunts and snorts with delight, feeling his Master’s cock pulse inside him. Randolph pulls his cock free with a laugh. “Alright Bull, clean up your mess, then go work out.”
“Yes Sir,” he says, gets down, and starts licking the sweat and cum from the sauna floor, his Master’s cum drooling from his loose cowhole. At last, you feel the magic begin to subside away, the resolution it was seeking finally here, though at what cost, you aren’t entirely sure. You don’t know what to feel, all of your feelings seem mixed up with Braiden’s--with Bull’s, since that’s the name he really goes by, now. You’re not sure you’ll have the energy to change back now. You’re not even sure that you want to change back. This...is what you wanted, right? To be a hot, horny muscle bull, desperate for sex with old men? You know that’s not true, but it’s hard to convince yourself otherwise. You didn’t have a clear idea of what you wanted, and now the magic has gone ahead and filled in that blank as well.
Braiden stands up, pulls up his tight gym shorts, his cock cage highlighted in the front, a stringer tank that shows off the horny tattoos Master has put all over his body as well, and leaves the sauna. He sees his Master chatting up two older fellows in the locker room--maybe he’ll be going home with them tonight instead. His cock throbs with anticipation, and you’re too tired to do anything to stop him from returning to the gym floor, and working out.