As Tony rifled through the powders, Ben noticed that there was still some of the gay powder left. Tony's back was turned. Ben grinned - no wonder Tony was panicking, with this new muscled bod he could force Tony to do whatever he wanted.
He grabbed Tony round the waist and thrust his hard cock against the denim encasing his now super-toned ass. The feel of the rock-hard butt only made Ben's lust (not to mention his manhood) even larger. Tony panicked.
"What are you doing?!" He demanded.
"As if you didn't know," Ben cried, then feeling Tony's huge package added, "...big boy."
"Ben," Tony cried, struggling, "No!"
But it was too late. With one hand, Ben thrust the powder down Tony's throat as, with the otehr, he undid his jeans.
"No," Tony grunted, "Ben..."
But the objections got quieter and quieter as Ben pulled Tony's jeans down.