Brad then pumped up the sex appeal to it's maximum level.
Brad felt a surge in his body. A warmth that made him feel more
confident and a bit self involved.
As he set off for work he knew he had a few hours before he had to be
in so Brad stopped off at a strip bar and he could feel all eyes on
him.
One of the best looking strippers with tits the size of watermelons ushered him into a private room and soon it was filled with women
pawing at this hansom man.
pealing off layer after layer of clothes till he was naked.
Taking his turn with one after the other he soon was exhausted and
grabbed his clothes, quickly dressed and rushed out of the private
room where he was confronted by the fact that there were no women in
the main bar and dozens of angry men.
He rushed out the door fearing that he would be pummeled by any
number of these men.
As he ran down alley and back road he rushed in the back door of an
unidentified business.
As he stepped through the back hallway into the main room he
discovered that he was in a biker bar. But not just any biker bar but
a gay biker bar. These men looked tough, not something you would
normally associate with a gay bar, and all eyes went to him.
The two big men standing on opposite sides of the doorway that Brad
entered from grabbed him by his arms and lifted him like a rag doll.
quickly stripped and fastened into a sling he was immediately
assaulted from both end by many many men.
his throat and ass were filled for hours with cum and piss. He had no
way to stop the onslaught and resigned himself to the attack. He was
not gay but by the time he was let down, 5 hours later he had grown
to miss the fullness that the men had filled him with.
Somewhat sated the men dressed him and he went on his way walking
very bow legged. A large wet spot seeding at his back end and a
bloated feeling in his stomach.
He was already very late for work and as he entered the vets office
he started to open all the doors to let the dogs out for a walk and
rather than heading out the back door they headed toward Brad
mounting him in turn.
He was exhausted from his day and when the morning came the dr came
in seeing Brad passed out on the floor and a chihuahua comically taking his turn at the waiting boy.
He was sent on his way where he passed out as soon as he got home
waking to a call from his boss telling him he was no longer needed.
Brad frantically searched for the chronivac but was unable to find it
anywhere. He needed to change that now. Where could it be? Could he
have lost it somewhere along the way?
It was almost 3 hours later, getting close to happy hour when he felt
an uncontrollable urge to head to the biker bar.
Jerry the bartender at the biker bar had found the chronivac and had
been playing with it all day long. Making changes first to Brad and
then to himself.
Unknown to Brad Jerry had castrated Brad and making mental changes to
him to lusting for men using him in every conceivable way.
Jerry was going to use this machine to earn himself a good living changing some of the men in the bar into working boys and subservient to him.
Brad was just a whore. Getting reamed from both ends and his sex
appeal was left at high so he was always in demand.
Terry the big 500 pound bear was turned into a 110 pound smooth as a
baby's butt chaser. He was collared and sat on the ground next to the
bar and would suck off any man that came up to him depositing a 10 in
the tip jar.
Donald was one of Jerry's strangest changes. He made him with an
insatiable hunger. This Muscle man would come in sit at a corner
table and eat for the patrons. Anything and everything they brought
him. And wash it down with gallons of beer. His once buff body was
quickly turning into a blubber boy and these men would stuff his face
into a cheesecake while reaming his ass.
All of Jerry's men were very submissive and would do what he wanted
turning over their earnings to Jerry. And when one became unable to
earn him a good living he would sell them off to one of the customers
and build himself a new money maker.