Transform: New Blood 2
by AKA
He reached his hand forward toward the camera’s lens, moving the tip of his finger closer and closer, blotting out the streaming video of his amazing and beautiful body until the screen went dark when he touched the camera.
A sudden shock of sexually charged erotic bliss shook each of the men to their toes. It was as if something passed through the screen and into their bodies, shoving itself deeply into the core of their immense sexual power. The shock was hot and cold at the same time, bathing them in an orgasmic tremor that grew in strength, larger and larger from within, shoving its way into their muscles and cocks until their balls tingled and writhed and their pricks swelled and lengthened, hot veins surging with blood to feed the sudden need their cocks held, their skin aflame and every thought in their head turned into ones of unbridled carnal lust and need.
They were all suddenly creaming hot loads of cum that fountained from their mammoth cocks and pumped from their swollen balls as if they had no control over themselves. Something had been released inside them, the feral beast of their unstoppable sexual power had been uncaged and they swelled with power and muscle and sex.
Then as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Breathing hard, giddy and coated with each other’s creamy spunk, they looked again at the screen where the man sat back in his chair, his arms once again folded over his huge chest, that lock of auburn hair straying across his gaze again, and he winked at them.
Then the screen went black.
“What. The fuck. Was that?” Chuck had a look of dumbfounded lust on his face.
“And,” chimed Joseph, “how can we get some more of it?”
“But… that’s impossible.”
“Yes, Frazz. And that’s why we all just experienced it.” Chuck rolled his eyes. “Impossible, huh? Who here can fly? Can I see a show of hands?”
“You know what I mean. If what I think just happened just happened, that’s a physical impossibility! You can’t manifest an involuntary bodily reaction like we just felt through a TV screen. The guy wasn’t even in the room with us! Hell, the guy doesn’t even exist as far as we’re concerned! How could he do that?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“We need to find that guy,” Chuck said darkly. His voice was rumbling with lust.
“And you’re volunteering, I suppose,” remarked Frazz, who was licking the cream off his fingers, his neck muscles bulging as he swallowed the delivery of his own salty spunk. Bright splashes of cream stood out starkly on his dark skin before his body quickly absorbed the excess back into itself -- a Transformed man’s most potent and copious muscle food was never to be wasted.
An undiluted drop of the man’s super-charged spunk was enough to hurry any ordinary man down the road to physical perfection. It acted as both catalyst and fuel in the process, enriched with the distilled essence of Transform’s powers and refined and purified with hundreds if not thousands of other Transformed men’s hyper-masculine powers until its evolutionary strength was overwhelming and unstoppable.
It also, coincidentally, tasted great. Frazz felt the cleansing warmth of Transform invigorate and renew him. A Transformed man needed nothing more than his own unending tide of cum to live on, a happy circumstance brought about by its originally intended use as a method of manufacturing super soldiers who could endure and survive – in fact, thrive – with the most minimal of resources while they grew constantly stronger. But it was only from other men’s creamy richness that they could gain even more power and strength, whether that man had already been Transformed or not.
Chuck watched his lover and protégé – for it was Chuck who had personally Transformed Frazz so many months ago – with interest and jealousy. Of all the Transformed men and their hyperactive libidos, it was Chuck who seemed to possess the most hyperactive sexuality of all. The man dripped with masculinity and sex, it came off him in waves, it coated every inch of his massively muscled form, it looked out from his dark gaze and danced in his sideways smile. Michael may have been more beautiful, and Joseph more eager and energetic, but Chuck was an incarnated fuck machine. Every movement shouted sexual prowess and capability, from the shift of his hip to the rubbing of one fingertip against another. Even standing in a room filled with other men just like him, he would be the one that a sex-starved man would be drawn to like a feast.
“I assume there was a reason Michael asked us here, and I am nothing if not an eager disciple to continue spreading the gospel of our exclusive little church.” He moved across the softly carpeted floor and kneeled down before Frazz’s thick hard-on, moving his mouth over the ample helmet and sucking the plum inside the warm wetness of his mouth, using his talented tongue to tease another rich flood of cream from his lover’s 16-inch tool. Frazz’s eyes rolled into his head as his body happily delivered another thick pump of cum, and then another, and another again, fucking Chuck’s handsome face.
Chuck grinned and pushed his mouth further down on Frazz’s fat pole and began to moan deeply, gripping the base of the black-skinned cock in his strong hand and rubbing Frazz’s shiny, bulging balls with his other. Frazz came again, shoving his cock so deeply into Chuck’s throat that it was a wonder that the man didn’t gag on it.
Instead, he simply moaned more deeply and with more satisfaction and enjoyed another fat pump of Frazz’s unending load of hot, salty cream.
“Yes,” Carlos answered, raising an eyebrow at the display. Dr. Carlos Martinez’s current appearance belied his actual number of years on this Earth, and he sometimes still, even given his current status as a big-dicked Hulk of a fuck-pistoned man, found himself taken aback at the overt sexuality with which some others behaved. Still more brain than brown, even given the abundance of raw muscle his body was displaying, he had long ago learned to simply accept Chuck at his full-blooded self and not worry too much about him.
It didn’t help matters that Chuck’s sweet, tight hole was currently pointed directly at him and that Chuck seemed to know this inherently and was managing to sway his ass in such an alarmingly attractive manner that Carlos found his own prick rising to the occasion, even though he knew instinctively that he had utter control over every aspect of his physical being.
But it certainly felt nice.
“Er, if I may continue?” Chuck waved him on without exactly detaching from his current pursuit, and even if Carlos wasn’t quite ready to go push himself into that warm, waiting ass, it did not apparently stop Bobby from practically flying across the room (which, on reflection, he may well have done) before releasing a flood of lubing precum from his own ample cock and shoving himself deeply inside Chuck’s talented butthole, where the young man began to vigorously fuck his friend with a mastery learned from many, many, many hours of practice. Carlos watched the young man’s supple buttocks bulge and flex as he fucked Chuck’s ass before continuing. “The predicament is not exactly unforeseen. I’m sure we are all aware of the rate with which new members are joining the brotherhood?”
“Shit, yeah!” Joe answered, brightly. “It’s exponential, right? When we were back on the island, what were there, like 140 guys? 150?”
“214, to be precise,” Carlos corrected.
“And now I can feel, easily, three times that number. With more added every day. Every minute.”
Michael nodded. “It is, as Carlos said, an entirely predictable dilemma. Just as Transform nourishes and protects us, it is also a very hungry master that demands constant feeding. We’ll always find comfort in each other,” he said, looking pointedly at the trio, “but it’s only with the introduction of fresh meat, so to speak, that we can continue to evolve and grow stronger.” His body seemed to swell with power as if echoing the words, the deep crevasses between the heavy mounds of muscle deepening slightly.
“So, what’s the problem? So there are, like, 500 or 600 guys on the planet like us. In a sea of billions. Who’s gonna care?” Joe walked over to the screen and stood in front of the frozen gaze of the gorgeous man staring back at him. “I mean, if everyone turns out like him, what’s to complain about?” He licked his lips as if anticipating his first encounter with Self Suck Sam and his massive meat.
“True, the danger has been minimized, and with Scott doing what he can in stealth mode to…”
“Scott what now?” Chuck’s voice boomed out wetly, since Frazz was painting his face with another flood of cum. Bobby never slowed a beat.
“Scott Maddox has teamed up with certain other brothers…”
“That would be Wolf and Sherman,” Carlos interjected.
“And they are attempting to foil our would-be captors from the inside out.”
“The who did what?” Chuck sucked streams of cum off his full lips and arched his back against Bobby’s vigorous fucks.
“You remember the U.S. military, Chuck? Annoying types? Scheming little bitches who tried to turn us all into mounds of useless blubber, like our friend Kevin was for a time?”
“Sort of. (Mmm, yeah, right there.) Wolf? (Jesus Fuck) Was that the guy with the big dick? (Oh my fucking God, Bobby, your cock feels fucking fine!)”
“Erm, yes. Anyway, they’ve gone undercover to infiltrate Main Office, though I, for one, am dubious of their success.” Carlos folded his arms across his chest, though one finger was absently toying with a fat nipple cap.
“Why for?” Joseph asked the question as he was prying Bobby’s legs apart to get his face in-between his friend’s muscular butt cheeks before applying his long, wet tongue to Bobby’s asshole to rim him into heaven’s embrace. Which was quite a feat considering that Bobby never stopped fucking Chuck for a second.
“Well, none of us are exactly inconspicuous. Though the plan has merits, and of course both Scott and Sherman have extensive background knowledge of the facilities and organization – I’m just not sure such a rash action….”
“What’s done is done,” Michael stated with finality. “Unfortunately, though understandably, they have broken off contact via the brain drain with the brotherhood, so we are left to speculate and worry. The matter at hand,” he said, gesturing once again at the gargantuan naked man on the screen slowly pleasuring himself, “is what concerns us now.”
“And that’s where we come in?”
“Among the brotherhood, you four have been the most active… recruiters. Chuck, of course, could have built an army of Transformed men all by himself.” The man grunted proudly at Michael’s words. His mouth was full at the moment. “Though you two haven’t exactly been slouching off.” Joe slapped Bobby on his tight, muscular ass. Bobby never missed a fuck, but he did rub the reddening spot. “I’m sorry, but if you could just cease what you’re doing for a minute? It’s just a tad distracting carrying on a conversation with a four-way in action.”
Joseph shoved his tongue inside Bobby’s ass for one last good rimming before stepping aside. Bobby let out a little moan of disappointment as he unplugged from Chuck’s well-worked hole. He had allowed his cock to grow to gigantic proportions so that he had more inches to be tightly gripped and expertly sucked by Chuck’s magic ass, and it hung slightly lower than ninety degrees from his tightly muscled body, its sheer weight and mass pulled down by gravity. His 2-foot-long-plus prick was shiny and red, slick with lube and cum and pulsing with every heartbeat. He grabbed it in both hands and pointed it at Joe, letting loose a final volley of hot cream that splashed against the other boy’s chest and abs before his body pulled it inside. Chuck ceased his loving oral devotion to Frazz’s mammoth prick and stood up, his own cock hard as a rock and leaking profusely.
“Thank you. Now, then, where was I?”
“Something about an army,” Chuck said, grinning.
“The army comes later. For now I only want you to find this one very talented recruit. As I said, the four of you represent our most successful and ardent recruiters, so at least one thing you have in common is a love for the public and a willingness if not eagerness to engage with them.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning we wanted someone who’s comfortable being out among the unwashed, so to speak.”
“How do you think he’s doing it?”
Carlos scratched his chin. “Hard to say, of course. I could conjecture any number of possibilities, none of which are very feasible. We know that our augmented voices can make a man orgasm, he may be audibly imprinting a command on the video, although none of us heard his voice. I note, though, that the action of him physically touching the camera lens set off our collective reaction…”
“Set off? More like launched like a fucking rocket!”
“Isn’t there an obvious answer to the question of why we can’t hear him in here,” Frazz said, tapping his clean-shaven noggin, “and why he seems able to do at least one thing we can’t – not to mention the fact that he managed to do it to six men who, we all thought, couldn’t be so easily manipulated in our carnal desires.”
“In English, please? I’m beautiful, not brainy.”
Frazz laughed softly. “Far from true, you delicious cocksucker,” he rumbled to Chuck rubbing his head as he went back to sucking on Frazz’s beautiful monster, “but what I mean to say is that maybe this is not a Transformed man. Maybe he is something… else.”
“The thought had occurred to me,” Carlos said.
“Which brings us back to… us. Why not just send out an A.P.B. to the brothers and see what turns up? We can go anywhere and do anything and…”
“No, we can’t. I don’t suppose it ever occurs to you that not everyone leads their life in an entirely naked and erect state. You must have realized that, although we are not bound by the larger problems that others may face on a daily basis – things like paying the rent and going to work and trying to find the next ass to fuck online – we are somewhat restricted in our day-to-day interactions with the larger population of the planet.
“Perhaps you have been Transformed to long to remember what it was like before, or to realize the impact just one of us would have if we left this apartment right now, went downstairs to Fifth Avenue and simply stood on the corner. And keep in mind we’re not anywhere near full power. I’m talking just one prick, and standing a mere six-foot six-inches. Naked men are unusual, but this is, after all, New York. There’s a guy in Times Square playing a guitar in his tightie whities right now getting his picture taken by a family of four from Ohio. We’re a notch or two above that, just standing there.”
Chuck clicked his tongue. “Come to think of it, it does get to be something of a hassle finding clothes all the time. I keep ripping through them accidentally. And God knows that this monster does not like to be caged up,” he said, hefting his enormous dick. “Couldn’t tell you how many zippers I’ve busted.”
“Yeah, and then there’s the whole driver’s license thing! I mean, not that we need one, we can just hop a ride on the wind and be in Hawaii in a few hours. But…” Joe looked at Bobby. “Remember that time we went to that bar in… someplace? And we were just looking to have a good time, you know, fuck someone’s ass, watch him sprout some heavy duty muscle, then invite him to fuck us. And we’re hardly even getting started when the bartender’s all up in our cases about ‘how old are you?’ and ‘show me some ID’ and shit like that. Stupid!”
“Yeah, lucky for him he was the first guy we fucked.” He looked at Chuck. “You met him! Remember that guy Phil? Blonde hair? Butt like a pair of basketballs?”
“I’m not sure…”
“Phil! He lifted you up and planted your ass on his hard-on and started fucking you in mid-air?”
“I have a vague recollection.”
“Anyway,” Michael said loudly, “the point is valid. So what Carlos and I propose to do is to set you boys up with everything you need to pass in public.”
“Pass?”
Frazz said, “It’s like being in the closet, only we’re from a much larger closet. I think he and Carlos want to dress us up to be presentable so we can walk among the mere mortals of this world and hunt down Self Suck Sam.”
“Just so,” Carlos agreed. “Michael has the financial means to keep you all outfitted and licensed, as it were, and we’re hoping you can find out who this man is and…”
“Fuck someone’s ass.”