As Cole's moans and groans echoes through the rooms of the house, growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment, Brad felt his own tiny body responding in kind. His wings beat in a frantic, erratic rhythm as he clung to his neighbor's sweat-slicked shoulder, his six legs scrabbling for purchase on the slick, musky skin.
Ben's rational mind screamed at him to pull back, to flee this dangerous and potentially devastating situation. But the animalistic, instinct-driven part of him that now dominated his thoughts and actions urged him on, demanding that he surrender to the all-consuming urge to taste, to touch, to be a part of this raw, primal display of masculinity.
Lost in a haze of sensation and desire, Ben inched his way down the curve of Cole's shoulder blade, his antennae twitching and quivering as they drank in every nuance of his neighbor's scent. The musk was thicker here, more concentrated, and it filled his tiny head with a fog of lust and longing that he could not begin to comprehend.
He paused for a moment, hovering at the base of Cole's shoulder blades, as he heard the zipper of his neighbor's shorts being undone with a sudden, sharp sound that cut through the air like a gunshot. His heart raced, pounding against his flimsy exoskeleton like a drum, as he watched Cole's hand emerge a moment later, his manhood hard and thick and glistening in the soft light of the living room.
Brad's mouth watered, a sensation he had never experienced in his human life, as he gazed upon the magnificent sight before him. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to touch, to taste, to be a part of the raw, pulsing heat that emanated from Cole's body in waves. And so, with a final, desperate buzz of his wings, he launched himself forward, hovering over the thick, veiny shaft of his neighbor's cock as it emerged from the shorts. His wings buzzed furiously as his entire little body felt like it could explode in a burst of pent-up energy.
Cole only dimly became aware of the fly as he stroked and groaned and pushed himself. It was nothing exactly premeditated, but rather an impulse that caused him to direct his cock toward the hovering insect as he felt the approach of his release.
The insect's faceted eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he recognized the impending danger. In his lust-addled state, he had forgotten the most basic fact of his new existence — he was no longer a human, with a human's size and strength. He was a tiny, fragile insect, easily crushed by the slightest touch.
As Cole's cock twitched and pulsed, growing harder and more urgent with each passing second, Brad knew that he had mere moments to act. He darted backwards, his wings beating frantically as he tried to put as much distance between himself and his neighbor's throbbing member as possible.
But it was too late. With a final, guttural groan, Cole's cock erupted, a thick stream of hot, sticky cum erupting from the tip. Brad had only a split second to register the impending danger before the first gout of semen struck him squarely in the back, the force of the impact sending him tumbling through the air as the heat and stickiness of the fluid enveloped him, coating his wings and legs and body in a thick, gluey film. He struggled and fought, beating his wings with all his might in a desperate attempt to free himself from the immobilizing substance. But the more he struggled, the more the cum seemed to cling to him, weighing him down and dragging him inevitably towards a soft impact with the sofa cushions below.
As he fell, Brad's mind raced with a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts. Fear, panic, and despair warred with a strange, twisted sense of awe and wonder at the raw, primal power of the act he had just witnessed. He had wanted to be closer to the action, to be a part of Cole's release, and in a way, he had gotten his wish. But at what cost?
Brad hit the sofa cushions with a soft, sticky thud, the impact knocking the wind from his tiny form. He lay there for a moment, struggling to catch his breath and clear his cum-coated antennae, as the sound of Cole's labored breathing and the wet squelch of him cleaning up filled the room.
He was now utterly helpless, his fate not his own, but dependent on the whims of his giant college student neighbor.