Dwight edged his sweating body close to Malcolm's. He draped his broad
arm across Malcolm's narrow shoulders. He leaned his face right next
to Malcolm's face.
Malcolm could feel Dwight's stubble press against his cheek, he could
feel the heat of Dwight's breath, he could smell the garlic. He was
silent. Dwight was silent. The scent of Dwight's sweat was somewhat
intoxicating. Malcolm had to admit the guy was hot. The sandpapery
stubble rubbed against his cheek as Dwight turned his head. He
whispered into Malcolm's ear, "I know what you did to Blaine," he
curled his tongue and plunged it into Malcolm's ear.
Malcolm tried to pull away but Dwight's strong arm held him close. He
whispered again with his nose touching the tip of Malcolm's ear, "I
know what you did to Blaine, and I like it. I think it's hot. I think
you're hot."
"Huh? Uh?" Malcolm stammered confused. "Didn't you just throw me naked
out of this building a little while ago?"
Dwight laughed, "I threw you and Blaine out. I thought you were -
well, never mind. I can see since you're wearing Blaine that I was
wrong."
"Uh, I didn't think you were gay?" Malcolm asked, but he was no longer
pulling away.
"Gay, straight or bi? They're just labels. It's not the person's
appearance, but their power that I find attractive. It takes a lot of
power to turn another guy into your underwear. So I find you terribly
powerful, and therefore, powerfully hot."
Malcolm opened his mouth to answer but Dwight's tongue was inside his
mouth dancing with his own tongue. The big man pulled him close.
Sweaty chest pressed against sweaty chest. His cock was rock hard
inside Blaine's mouth. It all happened so fast. Dwight was a master of
seduction. He knew how to make men and women feel good. He had learned
that in jail. You may have natural preferences, but you also have
needs. He knew how to satisfy needs and he had been honest it was all
about power. He was already imagining himself outfitted in a wardrobe
made of guys that had earned a place on his short list.
"Oh, I don't have a condom? Do you?" blurted out Malcolm as he felt
Dwight's strong fingers explore the outline of his rosebud through
Blaine's thin leather.
"No need. I'll just fuck you through Blaine. He'll be our condom."
Blaine was already freaking out. He'd been turned into Malcolm's
loincloth, next the nerd was in a sauna sweating all over him, now his
rock hard cock was leaking precum into Blaine's mouth. Then this hairy
giant was all over Malcolm, and therefore Blaine. He could feel
Dwight's naked sweaty body pressing against him, sandwiching him
between Malcolm and Dwight. Now the big man was tracing Blaine's
rosebud, and lining it up with Malcolm's rosebud. The bastard was
going to take both their virginities with one thrust of his cock.
Malcolm's spindly legs were tossed over Dwight's powerful shoulders.
They kissed, and Malcolm screamed into Dwight's mouth as the larger
man penetrated him. Blaine screamed silently as he felt his own hole
violated. He realized he was now little more than a condom between the
two men. Malcolm's body quivered as did Blaine's flattened one. Two
loads of hot cum filled Blaine's mouth. He had expected Malcolm's but
not his own.
He listened in horror as Dwight whispered to Malcolm, "So I popped a
Viagra earlier, are you willing to try this for the next four hours?"
"Hell, yay!" moaned Malcolm.
"Good, Mal. I think after a month of this Blaine will be addicted to
having our cocks inside him, and you can change him back to be our own
little cum slave."
Malcolm laughed at the image of Blaine as their cum-slave, "Cool,
except I'm not sure how or even if I can change him back."
"Even better, Blaine will just be our own personal cum rag," laughed
Dwight kissing Malcolm again and thrusting in and out. He added, "Say,
how exactly did you change Blaine into your loincloth?"