Terry drove back to his female crew and Drake. One of his customers who he was
about to work with had just switched over to a rival company. Angrily, Terry grunted as
he jumped out of his truck and walked towards his workers. However, he stopped in
his tracks when he saw his three girls moaning as the rested on the floor, seemingly
disabled as their asses stuck up in the air, absolutely wrecked. Near them, Drake stood
with his massive babymaker revealed and proud, swaying from side to side. His
muscles bulged powerfully, and showed off the stud's unstoppable power. The cocky
smile on the musclegod's face was the most frightening of all.
"Drake?" Terry whispered with simultaneous fear and lust, "what... what happened
here?"
With a smirk, Drake growled, "They asked me to fuck them as hard and brutal as I
could. Pat told me that I had to do whatever you or they tell me to, so I obliged. It was
a fun experience," He chuckled, veins rippling across his mighty neck as Drake's
handsome face relaxed seductively, "Though, for them, they might of found it rather
painful to take it all in."
Terry was about to question what Drake meant when his cock started growing. Already
a deadly foot long soft, he started to lengthen and thicken up to 36-inches in both
circumference and length. Terry gasped a bit and started scooting away, but a killer
look from Drake commanded him to stop.
"I have orders to do whatever you or those bitches say," He continued as he strode
towards Terry, almost shaking the Earth with each step thanks to the godlike strength
he possessed, "I won't hurt you, unless you want it like those whores did. You don't
need to be afraid of me. I'll do whatever you want me to." With another smile cracking
onto his ferociously good-looking face, Drake flexed a freakishly huge bicep. Terry
realized just how hot he found this stud, he loved this guy's earthshaking voice, his
total jocksmell, his mindblowingly superhuman muscles. Terry never considered
himself queer, but if it was possible to change over then that is what this obedient
musclebeast was doing.
"Whatever you want me to? You'll do anything?"
"What the fuck have I been saying, faggot?" Drake's patience was reaching an end, "I'll
do whatever you tell me to do! If you don't got anything to tell me, then scram and let
me fuck those bitches up some more."
"Wait, I want you to..."