You start to lose consciousness. The last thing you see as you fall in front of the mirror is your seed splattered all over the mirror.
Cellucci says, “Bruno, he’s yours now. The formula has prepared his body and it is ready to accept new programming.”
The last thing you feel is Bruno spreading your legs and forcing his turgid, long, thick Italian salami up your ass. You are too old and weak to resist. You look into the face of a heavily bearded Italian Bear of about thirty. His black beard, dark smoldering eyes and impressively muscular body cause your cock to twinge. Bruno’s body, covered in dark hair that rubs against your naked hairy body, turns you on and you realize just what has changed in you… you want Bruno to fuck you. With that knowledge, you pass out.
When you awaken you are in a soft bed. You don’t feel as weak as you did before you passed out, but neither do you feel as strong as you did before the grey formula. It’s the middle of the night and it is very dark. You see the stars through the open doors of a balcony. You hear the sounds of the ocean and beside you, the heavy snoring of a very large man. You reach over and touch him. He does not stir as you explore his hairy muscular form. He’s bearded and you guess that this is Bruno, even though you cannot see his face that clearly in the star light. You become rock hard as you realize who it is beside you. You love his scent, the feel of his rough hands and especially his huge prick. You tease it into full erection and Bruno grunts like a bear in his sleep.
Eventually he awakens and growls contentedly at your touch. He pulls you close and says sweet endearing things to you as he kisses you. You know you shouldn’t love this, but you do and you give yourself completely to him. You spread your legs and Bruno mounts you, pushing his cock into your ass. He is powerful and masculine in the extreme. You know Bruno is the kind of man that make most straight men feel effeminate. He is forceful and you love the way he fills you with his power. He fucks you with only one arm supporting his weight. You know this is because Bruno does a couple of hundred one arm push ups with either arm on a daily basis. With his free arm, Bruno teases, caresses and finally masturbates your stiff and aching prick. You moan your love to your ursine lover and he responds with a deep kiss, never once breaking his fuck rhythm as he kisses you and jerks you off.
Finally, in an orgasm that makes your see stars in the dark, you come and Bruno floods your insides with his own white hot seed. Bruno collapses on you, kissing you and finally rolling off of you. He rolls you over on your side and pulls you close to him in a spooning position. Bruno wraps his furry, muscular arms and kisses your ear, his beard tickles you pleasantly and you realized the revenge assigned to you was not such a terrible thing after all. You love and have the love of strong powerful man and you drift off into sleep contented with the results of the formula.
Hours pass and dawn awakens you again. Bruno snores; his cock is granite-hard again and presses against your butt crack. You feel exceptionally strong now. You pull the sheets off of you and Bruno and look down. You are shocked! You are no longer an old hairy man. You are a middle-aged, very hairy, fully bearded Italian man with a good body. You aren’t as muscular as Bruno, but you’re not a weakling by any stretch of the imagination. You feel your cock and balls and are very pleasantly surprised that you are at least as well endowed as the Italian Bear-God slumbering next to you. You simply must see yourself.
You see a full length mirror on the wall across from the balcony door. As you get out of bed you glimpse the vibrant blue of what you guess is the Mediterranean ocean. You pad over, barefoot, to the mirror.
The man who looks back at you in the mirror looks to be about forty five years old with dark jet black hair and beard. There is dark hair all over your muscular body and this pelt is sprinkled with silver here and there all over. Your beard has a scattering of silver and your hair is grey at the temples. You explore your olive skinned body and your looks please you so that you become fully erect. You begin to tease your nipple with one hand and stroke with the other. You close your eyes and moan softly as you lose yourself in pleasure. You are reaching a plateau of pleasure and at that point, lost in your masturbatory fantasy about fucking Bruno up his big hairy ass you feel strong arms wrap around you, a big strong paw of a hand grasp your cock and another cock press against your ass. Bruno is awake and kissing, nibbling at your neck. His silky black curly beard gives you extreme pleasure as he bites your neck softly. He covers the head of your cock as he strokes you and finally you shoot gobs of come into his waiting hand. He milks you for all of your come and then, raises his cupped hand to your face.
You lick most of your come out of his hand and he finishes the rest.
“Now my bear-love, now you see the full effect of the grey formula!” Bruno says, while rubbing his cock against your ass. “I was once like you, young, cocky, arrogant, disrespectful of my elders and I was given the formula by force. It has given me a healthy respect for men… hairy middle-aged men, that I did not have before. Before, I wasted my time on pretty little girls.” Bruno chuckles.
You look into the mirror and see yourself with the ursine giant behind you.
“Yes, this is how you will be from now on. The formula robs you of your youth, but in exchange makes you immortal. You will look like this forever, my love though your will become as bulky and strong as I with several years of hard training. I WILL train you hard my love, have no doubt but you and I will also enjoy the pleasures of our bodies until the world grows cold or we leave it for another.” Bruno says staring into your eyes in the mirror.
Bruno hugs you close to his warm hairy body and gives you a deep kiss and then speaks into your ear.
“For now, though, let us to downstairs. Your physical training can wait a day. My chef has no doubt prepared a sumptuous breakfast for the master of the house and his new husband!” Bruno says, patting your butt as he walks to the bathroom.
You stand before the mirror, stroking your luxurious beard, feeling your thickly furred chest thinking about all that has happened so very quickly.
Bruno throws you a bathrobe like the one he wears and beckons you to follow him downstairs.
“Come my lover, it is time to eat!” He says in his deep voice full of mirth.
You follow Bruno downstairs.