Transform: New Blood 11
by AKA
It was the longest, most elaborate and best wet dream that anyone ever had. Also, probably, the wettest.
His subconscious mind opened up the mindlink channel. Without sensory input coming from his various hyperactive senses, it was free to look for other avenues to keep itself occupied. In dreamstates, that was usually fed by the memory and imagination, dredging up ideas and problems and people and sticking them in a blender. But the mindlink to the Brotherhood offered a much clearer, musch more elaborate, much more pleasurable path to persue. Not to mention that the constant drumbeat of his libido shoving itself against his pleasure centers with a constant need, even while drowsing, was also feeding his brain with a desire that needed fulfilling.
And what better way to satisfy both needs than to drink in everything that was happening in the world of the Transformed Brotherhood and swallow it down in huge, happy, gulps?
Unfortunately, or fortunately, the mindlink wasn’t a one-way street. At least as far as Robbie was concerned at this uneducated stage of his development.
What he saw in his head – more than saw, really, since the mindlink brought with it all the sensations and emotions accompanying the actions – was a vast collection of the most beautiful, hunkiest, beefiest, muscular men on the planet all engaged in various forms of sexual release, including some that, were he awake to process them, would send his head spinning and answer a lot of his questions about what was happening to him.
He heard their voices, saturated with power. He saw their faces, uniformly masculine and almost unnaturally beautiful. He watched them fucking an assortment of men through their eyes. Some were like them, huge with bulging brawn, gifted with the sculpted bodies of Greek Gods. Some were ordinary, but they were changing before his eyes. Some were downright unattractive. It seemed like there was no commonality at all except that they were all men in various shapes and sizes, nearly all naked, and all of them engaged in sex with each other.
There was a man, he couldn’t see his (my) face. He was looking through his (my) eyes. He could feel his (my) cock being sucked. He (I) could look down his (my) body, over the dark skin and fat nipples, down at the head of a man, some older dude. The guy was grabbing onto his (my) cock with his hand and sucking his (my) cock and he could feel his lips and tongue on his (my) cock, he was playing with his (my) balls, his (my) heavy, hardy balls filled with rich, hot cream. His (my) load was overwhelming, it ached.
There was a man. There were two men. He was looking through both of their eyes at each other as they fucked each other with twin cocks of mammoth proportions. He could feel his cocks held in the tight grip of the other man’s ass. He could feel his ass gripping tightly against the other man’s cocks. He shoved his dicks inside the hot wetness and felt the man massage his cocks. He felt his butt filled with the eager thrusting power of the other man’s huge poles and he tightened against the invasion and massaged the man’s dicks.
There was a man, a huge man, in front of him. The man had blonde hair, flat-topped, and a clean-shaven face. His eyes were ice gray. His face was a carved masterpiece of male perfection. He watched the man smile as his face came closer to his own and he tilted his head and kissed the man’s soft, warm mouth, felt the man’s tongue push into his own mouth, felt the rising heat from his loins as the kiss passed from friendly to passionate to downright dirty. He felt the man’s hand cupping the hard globe of his pec, felt the warmth of his touch as the man slid hid thumb against his own fat nipp and teased it to hardness. He felt himself cumming.
There was a man. There was another man. There was a third man. He was all three men. They were uniform models of physical perfection. One was dark-skinned, African, almost black. One was pale, with a sideways grin and a broad dark forest of fur across his massive chest. One was young, looked young, but his body was huge and overwhelmed with muscular power. The third man was growing. He felt himself growing. He looked down as his arms swelled with power. He was the black man, watching the growing man, he was stroking a massive cock and unleashing a torrent of bright cream on the young man’s body. He was the grinning man, the grinning man who was kissing the young man, the kiss was like none he had ever felt, he was kissing and being kissed, he was growing, he was cumming…
There was a man. He was flying. I am flying. I am flying next to another man like me, another beautiful man, another hyper muscular God and we’re flying through the sky. We’re naked and glorious, unashamed and unafraid. I am thinking I want to fuck him while we’re flying, I want to swoop overhead and loop around and fuck his ass in mid-air. I can see the air currents and I know how to use them. I grab onto a column of warm air and it flips me around and up and I am climbing into the sky and I reach the zenith and I can feel my powerful body, all my muscles, flexing and stretching as I lean back, my face and chest and belly toward the hot sun, and I know where he is and he flips over, twisting in the air, watching me. My cock is rock hard, dripping with lubing honey, the sweet nectar of my balls and the wind rushes across my skin and he opens his legs, opens his ass, opens his hole, and I impale him with my dick and we’re falling and fucking and flying.
There was a man. I am a man. It is night and I am standing atop a building and I am naked and I am beautiful and I am horny as hell. I am looking down on the city square and I am hunting for someone, I am on the prowl, I am a hungry wolf, a horny wolf, I can feel it in my dick and balls and nipples and asshole, everything tingles with need, everything wants to be touched and fondled and licked and sucked and penetrated and I am watching the people below, it is late and they are on the prowl, too, looking, too, horny, too. I crouch down and peer into the darkness, I am rubbing the plum of my dick, the helmet of my cock, I am spreading the rich warmth of the precum flowing now as I spot my next victim, my next lucky lad, I am going to give him what he wants, fulfill every desire, make him over into his own fantasy made real. I stand atop the building and watch him saying goodbye to his companions, but he is the one, I can feel it, I can feel his need, his desire, and I can grant his wish. He will join us.
There was a man. There were men. In a bar. I am standing in a bar, I can smell the beer, the smoke, the sweat. I can smell the man next to me, the man dressed in leather, smell the cigar and whiskey on his breath, smell the sweat beneath the leather, smell his ass and balls and I move my hand onto his ass, his ass in tightly encased in leather, smooth black leather, and he looks over at me and our eyes meet. He looks me up and down and I look him up and down and my cock grows harder at the thought of the man naked beneath me, his legs on my shoulders, my cock buried in his hair butthole, the smell of him in the bed, in the sheets, all over us as I fuck him hard and deep and he grunts, he moans, he feels me flood his guts with my hot torrents of cum. He nods once and I nod once and he leans in and we kiss, I kiss his mouth, I taste the smoky peat of the single malt, I smell the sweat and cigar, I place my hand behind his head and rub the shaven scalp, the rough skin, and I feel his hand on my crotch, on my thick and heavy cock, and he squeezes and I pump a thick stream of precum that stains my jeans and he wants me.
There was a man. Standing in a room. Someone’s room. I am in someone’s room, not my own. I do not have a room. I am free. My home is everywhere, anywhere. I am naked, standing at attention. My hands clasped behind me. My legs shoulder width apart. Wide shoulders. I can feel my heavy balls dangle and itch. The itch of a ponderous payload. My balls ache. My balls are bound. My cock is hard. Rock hard. Iron hard. A cockring presses against the base of my erection. The head is flaring, red, pumped so full it shines. My tight belly moves in and out with breath. My nipple. My nipples are clamped. Feels good. Hurts good. Someone slaps my ass. My perfect bubble butt. The sound is harsh and loud in the room. I smile.
There was a man. There is a man. I am a man. I am looking into a mirror at myself. I am in a bathroom. A restroom. Somewhere. Some truck stop. Some rest stop. The light is dim, the sink is filthy, the smell is dank and sexy. Someone kisses the back of my neck. Hands reach around to try and embrace my wide chest. I feel something press between the high, hard hemispheres of my butt cheeks. Something hot and hard. Something slick and firm. Someone’s dick presses itself between my naked butt cheeks. He moans against me. His hands move down my body as I watch myself in the mirror. I am so big that I cannot see him. I can only feel him. His hands move down, through the fur on my rippled belly, through the thick pubic hair crowning the glory of my fat, long prick. The hardness of his dick is gone and I feel his face, now, pushing into my ass. I feel his tongue shoving against my asshole. I lean forward and open myself to his tongue, feeling the wet heat of it enter. His hands surround my cock as it inflates. He shoves his pliable tongue in deeply.
There was a man. He is growing. His muscles are swelling visibly beneath his skin. I am watching him grow. I am making him grow. I am above his prone body, my cock is in his ass, I am slowly rocking my hips, slowly moving my hard dick in and out of his tight hole, slowly pumping him with something that is making this happen. I am making him grow with my cum. I can feel my cum flowing up the inches of my fat prick and pour into him, I can feel his ass grow tighter against my dick, I can feel my balls swelling with more cum, I can feel him growing bigger and stronger beneath me. I lean my lips to his and press a kiss to his gasping mouth and his arms surround me and pull me closer as I fuck him and kiss him and make him grow bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger…
There was a man…