Transform: New Blood 32
by AKA
Mr. Peck never actively participated in an interrogation. It could be a dirty business, and he was not one to soil his hands on anything menial and potentially without a positive outcome. He did, however, observe the proceedings and make his opinions known.
Sequestering a Transformed man was no small matter. One could not simply handcuff them, because they could easily snap the metal bracelets with two fingers – or probably just one. Drugs always had side effects, and they placed doubt on the veracity of the answers. Even so-called truth serums would cloud the mind.
Threats, however, were always effective.
Luck was on his side, this time. The men he had captured so far, including that uncooperative young man they had been holding in captivity for some time, were not members of the self-proclaimed Brotherhood, a title that left a very bad taste in Mr. Peck’s mouth. These men had been infected through means which they themselves could not account for, and they had no connections with that larger and very annoying membership of Transformed men who had been so elusive and damnably disobliging.
Before Jason had suddenly wised up – no doubt abetted by the infiltrators still sullying Mr. Peck’s attempts at keeping that one as pliable as these two – he was duped into believing that his state of affairs was leading to destruction, and had managed in itself to kill his friends and some faggoty high school coach. Collateral damage as far as Peck was concerned. Necessary victims of a larger victory. Hardly innocent, when they were so active in spreading the disease whether they knew it or not.
He looked at the wall of glass separating him from the interrogation room and tapped his fingers with annoyance on the surface of a metal desk. Things were progressing too slowly. Fear had seeped in to Main Office. Reports of what had happened at the lake were bound to make their way through the usual rumor mill, and the fact that four men – four! – had already been infected and necessarily sequestered didn’t help matters.
But he would deal with them, too. Idiots.
“You have no choice.”
Peck’s attention turned to the man on the other side of the glass. He was huge. Huge in every way. He had refused to wear a stitch of clothing and stood there in the cold metal-walled room completely naked, obviously unashamed, maybe even proud of his condition. It was disgusting.
“There is always a choice.”
The man’s voice was absurdly deep. He nearly growled the words, like a tiger in a cage. At least they knew his real name, now. No more of this Sam business. It was distasteful and insulting, that name. ‘Self-Suck Sum.’ Peck nearly wretched.
“Your friends may not think so.”
“I leave that to them. What you’re doing is illegal. You can’t hold me like this. You have no right.”
“I think you will find that argument particularly useless. ‘Rights,’ as far as you’re concerned, no longer matter.”
One man was in the room with him. It couldn’t be helped, the man had a way with electronics that was more dangerous than the possibility that he might infect yet another member of Main Office. He might somehow look at a camera and send through a sexual signal and inflate men into more freaks. He was saturated with the disease. It leaked from every pore. It was in his sweat and saliva. He reeked of it, a stink that clung to him and filled up the room. And any man exposed to him would end up the same way. Peck shook his head and glanced at the clock.
An hour. An hour of this endless posturing and nothing. They had nothing.
Robbie suppressed a smile. At first he tried swelling to full size, but they weren’t impressed. He considered just punching the walls or trying to break through the single door, also metal, and knew he probably could. But something kept him from doing it. He didn’t feel angry, or violent, or even vengeful. It was weird. He had all this strength, all this muscle, and he mainly wanted to have his ass well and truly fucked.
At first, there was fear. Not of what might happen, but of the unknown. Who were these people? Where was he now? What did they want? Why did they attack him? How had they known where he was, anyway? Were they constantly watching him? Were they the reason he was now whatever he was? Had they done this?
He had refused to wear the ridiculous suit they offered him, some odd shimmering collection of white material that didn’t look like it could possibly contain all of him. They insisted it would. But what did it even matter? Was he supposed to cover himself up because he was supposed to feel ashamed, or was it a protection they wanted for themselves? Either way, it was stupid and he refused to cover an inch of his naked glory.
He awoke in this same room where he now stood. He didn’t remember how they got him here, or anything else after they knocked him out. He felt a little bad about the damage he’d done, and he regretted having to leave those gorgeous muscle monsters he’d managed to make behind before being able to enjoy the fruits of his labors. His ass tingled from need. He could practically feel their cocks in his hole, taste their mouths with his tongue, feel their hands on his chest, their fingers pinching and pulling on his fat nipples.
He pulled in a calming breath.
::I know it’s hard – you should excuse the expression. Just bear with me until this is over.::
Robbie shook his head. This was so weird and absurd. The dude ‘interrogating’ him ends up being just like him. Masquerading as his captor. His enemy. And there they were, together in that room, both wanting nothing more than for Robbie to tear the stupid Hazmat suit off the other dude’s body and get to the fucking, for fuck’s sake.
::Sorry.::
::Try to keep your expression neutral.::
::Right. Sorry.::
“Things will go easier if you give us what we want.”
The difference between the voice in his head, which sounded vaguely Russian, and the one coming out of the guy’s mouth, which was straight-up American South, was disconcerting. He knew who the guy was, but not a lot more. Trying to have a verbal and a non-verbal conversation simultaneously was a near impossibility. So he had the basics down, and now knew just enough to understand that he was in no immediate danger, but that danger was standing just on the other side of the mirror that reflected his ultimate perfection of masculine muscular beauty.
“I’ve already told you a million times, friend. I don’t know about any Brotherhood. I don’t know any Dr. Martinez or Dr. Lassiter. I don’t know how I changed. I don’t know why I can influence electronic signals. If I knew any of it, I’d tell you. Why would I lie?”
“Exactly. Why would you? And yet, clearly, you are.”
Peck looked at one of the stupid-but-useful members of the military industrial complex over whom he had total control and issued a curt order. “Cease interrogation.”
He turned to the opposite wall to observe the other captive. The Indian man with the unpronounceable name. The story was the same. It was all Robbie, he said. Robbie did it. Ask Robbie. Peck repeated the gesture and the order. “Cease interrogation.” Disgusting.
The lone door to the empty room opened and another Hazmat suit appeared. The man who called himself Wolf nodded once, said nothing more out loud, and exited the room. In his head, Robbie heard. ::Looks like we’re done. I’m going to leave now. We’ll be able to talk more like this for a short time, but everyone is under observation.::
::What should I do?::
::If I were you,:: Wolf’s voice said, after he had disappeared, ::I’d jerk off. A lot.::
::Really?::
A feeling of warm familiarity and friendship accompanied his next words. ::I’ll be more than happy to help you out later. Save me a raincheck. But for now, do what you have to do.::
Robbie could think of no reason not to, so he inflated himself to full erection, feeling his heavy prick grow hot and hard, throbbing and pulsing as his blood filled it massive length, released a copious flow of warm, thick precum and began stroking himself in long, lengthy, luxurious freedom.
It felt so good, so perfect and right. Shocks of bliss erupted along its length and entered his body like electricity. The skin along his shaft was so warm and smooth, urging his strokes on as he gripped his own amazing firmness. He wanted to show what he could do, wanted everyone to watch him, wanted cameras focused on his perfection and an audience of millions of guys to watch his red, rock-hard, unstoppable cock swollen to its most glorious and amazing dimensions. He moved his firm grip up and down the shaft with an expert’s ease, feeling the erotic chills of orgasmic bliss filling him up like lightning in a bottle.
After a few moments, with his cum-swollen balls hanging heavy and his cock as hard as steel, he bent down to suck his plum-sized cock head inside his warm, wet mouth and shot a fat, hot load of salty goodness down his own throat. He sucked more of his seed inside, invigorating and strengthening himself, feeling his body swell with size and strength, fed by his own limitless supply of masculine power. He allowed the full strength of his Transformed masculine sexuality loose. It overwhelmed everything else and sent a thick, flooding jet of cream down his welcoming throat.
It felt good. And he closed his eyes and thought of Wolf, sending his interrogator a promise of things to come.
Wolf was sitting in another room, several hundred yards away, debriefing his superior officer on the non-progress of his interrogation when Robbie’s sexual sensations began flooding his head and infiltrating his physical and sensual selves. He paused a moment as the onslaught of erotic sensations bathed his pleasure centers and delivered a taste of the ultimate physical bliss of Robbie’s transformed perfection.
::Fuck!::
::Exactly.:: Robbie smiled as another gush of cream filled his own mouth. The sensation of sexual gratification and orgasmic satisfaction was broadcasting out of him in heavy waves.
::Haul it in a little, dude, I’m in serious danger of blowing my cover – among other things!::
::Shit, sorry about that. Guess I don’t know my own strength.::
Wolf recovered himself enough to suppress his own amped libido back into submission before his cock threatened to rip a hole through his underwear, his pants, and the table top where he was sitting. His body responded to Robbie’s sexual entreaty with almost preternatural speed and power, as if the other man could take control of his libido and stroke it to orgasm using only his mind. Wolf swallowed hard into a dry throat and bit his bottom lip hard. It was going to prove difficult not to immediately bust that man out of this place if that was the indication of his capabilities.
Mr. Peck left the observation room and returned to his office to look in on the four soldiers who were now absurd muscle-bound freaks. They had each been given a short set of guidelines regarding their infections, allowing them to maintain a more practical height, and how they could control their sex drives in spite of all evidence to the contrary. They were currently housed in separate rooms and kept away from their comrades. They pose a serious threat to Main Office, whether they meant to do harm or not. They all knew the consequences of any action they might contemplate taking against Main Office. They were soldiers.
At least, they used to be.
His subordinate stood before his desk, hands clasped behind his back. “As instructed, they are sequestered and have been issued the standard elastisuit. All have thus far agreed to contain their growth potential.”
Peck felt no pity for them. They were stupid to have been attacked, stupid to have allowed themselves to be infected.
“We’ve notified their families of their untimely demise, I assume?”
The underling nodded curtly. “Per standing orders. Sergeants Ramirez, Charleston, and Tallman are requesting visitation rights. I have not issued orders concerning the release.”
“The fourth man?”
“Sergeant McDonald? He remains quiet and compliant. That isn’t to imply that the other three are misbehaving, but their general demeanor is rather more animated and… amiable.” Peck looked up to see the man smiling. He narrowed his eyes and the smile erased itself from his face. “Permission to speak freely, sir?” Peck nodded. “May I suggest that allowing the men to see each other would not cause undo harm to the base and could relieve them of any ideas concerning escape.”
That’s all Peck needed. More ass rapists. “You think it’s wise?”
“I think it’s prudent. We already know that the men are facing some rather unique and overwhelming challenges. Frankly, they weren’t adequately prepared for this. Having provided further instruction regarding what we know about their circumstances has alleviated their understandable trepidation to some degree, but these are our men, after all. They deserve better treatment.”
Peck pulled in a long, measured breath. He supposed it was inevitable, but he didn’t expect it so soon. Morale. Always morale. Why couldn’t they see that those men weren’t men, didn’t deserve this kindness, didn’t even deserve to be called men any longer. They were little more than animals, now, lacking dignity or morals. Sex-obsessed degenerates with no regard for decency. They were disgusting. Why did they deserve anything at all?
On the other hand, what better way to keep them occupied? Who knows what lascivious deviousness they would be cooking up on their own. Let them rape each other. What did he care?
He issued an order to allow the four men under his command to cohabitate. They would only hurt each other.
They didn’t lead the four men together into a room so much as open the doors and allowed them to find their own way. Esteban, Bud, Darrell and Ronny were sexual volcanoes within minutes of exploding. It was unsurprisingly simple to do.
Esteban sensed something exactly like heat emanating into his room when the door opened. “Hello?” He stood up, adjusting his cocks in his tight, white suit. He’d spent his time, like the other three of his comrades, stroking his cocks, amazed and amused that no matter how much or how hard or how firmly he jerked off, his cocks – both the uncut original and the uncut twin – were happy to cum and cum and cum again. The elastic skin covering the fat dicks helped him achieve amazing orgasms that shook him to his bones, and although he had yet to discover the uncommon rewards that sucking his own cock could deliver, he had already found out that his altered body would immediately soak whatever flood of cream he managed to coat himself in into itself like a sponge.
He wondered, at first, if they had second thoughts and were allowing him to return to his duties, but then a scent struck his nostrils and wound itself around his brain and sent his cocks northward all over again, swollen and hard as rocks, stretching the white material nearly to its limits. A flow of precum began to pump up each thick shaft, as if his cocks knew before he did what – or more precisely, who – was awaiting him.
It smelled like a locker room outside the door, a stink of sweat and masculinity bordering on perfume. A musk of intense masculine power assailed him and he was drawn toward it like a bee to pollen. He could almost pull apart the smell and register its components, but altogether the sensation inside his head was one of deep, hard, full-on masculinity.
His whole body warmed up with sudden intensity as the smell grew stronger. He peered outside his door and a long empty hallway stood outside, bathed in harsh florescent light. Another open doorway was at the far end, and Esteban could almost see the delicious smell pouring from it. “Jesus,” he whispered, and his balls churned and swelled. He was rubbing the hard contours of both cocks and swimming in a warm pool of bliss as he stood, waiting.
Bud looked at the open door with curious eyes. The same heat that Esteban felt was now coating Bud’s naked dark-skinned body. He had long ago stripped himself of the white, skin-tight suit and it was lying neglected in a corner. His glorious naked form, chocolate-hued and shining with health, stood in the center of his own room. He had been releasing heavy, bright clouds of male pheromones because he had been engaged in a non-stop litany of masturbation and self-fellatio and butt exploration and nipple torture and anything else he could manage to inflict on himself on his own. His new body was incredibly flexible, incredibly sexual and incredibly horny. Rather than spend any time questioning it or denying the truth of it, he had been engaged in an orgy of self love that only amped up his libido to new heights.
He sucked his cocks into his mouth and swallowed down the salty spunk of his balls with greedy hunger. He shoved fingers and then fists into his butt, exploring the sweet, wet warmth inside and bringing his orgasms to new heights. His nipples were like two small dicks, fat with sex and ready to cream. The immense muscular power circulating through his body made him feel incredibly horny, as if his muscles were made of dick meat. Rubbing himself, stroking his dark skin, exploring the heavy bellies of power, it all felt beyond good.
Rather than being satisfied, his new body only wanted more.
He heard a deep, male voice say, ‘Hello?’ The sound of it reached down to his hard-ons and stroked them anew. His soul shook with need and his body shook with desire. He took a step toward the exit and stood in his own doorway, naked and ready to fuck.
A dark-skinned man appeared at the other end of Estaban’s hallway. A massive, naked, muscular dark-skinned man with two huge erect and drooling cocks. He seemed to glow in Esteban’s eyes, like a mirage. His body was overwhelmed with brawn. He owned two heavy globes of meat that hung from his chest, pecs so large they seemed almost like breasts from this distance, round with swollen power. His skin was a milk chocolate brown, and he had fat nipples, big as silver dollars, dangling from each mass. His waist narrowed under the onslaught of his chest, and even from the front Esteban could tell that the man had an ass that would make a Greek statue get off its pedestal in worship.
The naked black man smiled. He folded his muscled arms across his chest and said, “Hello.”
“Bud?” Esteban could hardly believe it, but he recognized the eyes and the jawline immediately. Bud’s features had been honed to an extent, as if any peculiarities had been shaved away. He still wore his signature goatee and mustache, and his smile was incandescent.
The other man nodded once and said, “Ramirez?” Esteban felt himself shiver. Something in Bud’s voice penetrated him like a kiss. It found its way to his groin and sent his cocks swelling. He nodded back. Then Bud said, “C’mere.”
Esteban started toward where Bud stood, still in the doorway to his room. As he walked, with each step, it seemed to Esteban that the chocolate man was swelling larger. It wasn’t merely that the distance between them was shortening, he could actually visibly witness the other man’s muscles swelling, bulging against each other, making Bud’s shimmering dark skin grow thinner and shinier.
The mass of his chest was growing even bigger. Esteban could see the valley between his pecs growing dense as the two masses of brawn folded into and against each other. The surface of his chest pushed outward. His nipples climbed over the mountains and began to move apart from each other.
Esteban moved his right hand against Bud’s left pectoral and could feel him growing. His skin felt warm and smooth and soft, but the muscle beneath was rock hard. He moved his other hand to Bud’s other pec and slowly moved his palms against the bulging power. Something hot and wet splashed against his belly. Another hot gush quickly followed.
Esteban’s touch against Bud’s skin was like having his dick stroked, then grabbed, then licked by about a dozen capable tongues. Bud came two quick loads without even realizing it. He closed his eyes to luxuriate in the feeling of the other man worshiping his heavy pecs. He could feel Esteban’s hands move with gentle but insistent caresses across the increasing mass of his chest. Then one hand moved aside and something wet and warm surrounded his left nipple. Esteban licked his chest before taking Bud’s fat nipple between his teeth and tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
“Bite it,” he instructed. Esteban did. “Harder.” The sharpness increased. The pressure mounted. A tingle of excitement exploded into lust. “Harder, motherfucker,” he instructed softly.
Esteban played the tip of his tongue across the tip of Bud’s nipple and held its thickness between his teeth. He was playing with the man, torturing him, bringing him to the threshold of pain and backing off – but Bud wanted more. Always more. Esteban felt Bud’s huge hand cup the back of his head and he bit down hard.
Another thick, hot gush of cream erupted all over him. He released a flood of his own and it soaked the thin material covering him. All at once, he wondered why he wasn’t already naked. His partner seemed to sense his desire.
“Why do you still wear that?” He could feel as well as hear the man’s question as it rumbled from his huge chest. Bud’s hands moved down his white-shrouded form, caressing him through the thin material.
He looked up into the man’s dark, dark gaze. “It’s what they told us to do.”
The smile reappeared like sunlight in the night sky. “Haven’t you realized? We no longer have to do what we’re told to. Now, we can do what we want to.”
Esteban raised his head from the other man’s enormous chest. “What do you want?”
He leaned in and kissed him before whispering into his ear. “I want to fuck you.”
Esteban had never heard five more wonderful words.
::Problem?::
::Potentially. Ronny just sent me some sex waves so strong that I lost control for a moment.::
Wolf could sense Maddox’s shock through their connection. ::A Transformed man lost control?::
::It was… quite intense. I don’t think he knew what he was doing, at least he wasn’t aware of the power of the signal. The problem, though, is…::
::The problem is that there are at least five more in the building just like him. And that much pent-up sexual energy is likely to explode sooner rather than later.::
Sherman entered the conversation. ::Can you make contact with the others?::
::I’m not sure, yet, where they are and I don’t want to send out a broadcast like that without accuracy. I don’t know what monitoring equipment they have in place. Alpha waves make themselves known like ripples in a pond.::
::I know the theory,:: Sherman responded. ::Making physical contact will establish a stronger link between us. It’s important that you find them, and do it quickly.::
::Before they find each other.::
In another room, with another open door, Darrell stood trembling. Not from fear, but from lust, and wonder, and the pain of love.
Another man stood in his doorway. A beautiful man. An ungodly beautiful man. A man of unearthly beauty, a beauty almost too bright to look upon. A naked man with a smile that had been haunting Darrell ever since he recovered his senses and found himself inside this room.
It was the smile of the man he had called his partner. It was Ronny’s smile.
But now it was painted on a face that was almost too gorgeous to look directly at. It was a god’s face, mounted on a god’s body. Perfect in every way.
Ronny stood in his doorway, leaning against the threshold with a manner suggesting that there was nothing whatsoever weird about this at all. He was naked. But Darrell had seen him naked before. But now he seemed, like, super-naked. As if he had never seen him naked – or any man naked, before. He took Darrell’s breath away. Darrell was shocked to his bones. Darrell had never wanted to touch someone so strongly in his life.
Just a touch. He knew it would be amazing. What his eyes beheld would be nothing compared to touching the man in his doorway. To touch his skin, to stroke his flesh, to feel his body against Darrell’s own. Were hours passing? Were days? Or had time stood altogether still.
And there was that smile. God, it was almost too much. So perfect. So beautiful. So fucking unbelievably sexy. There was nothing about him that wasn’t pure and flawless. His skin was smooth and utterly without a mark, no blemish, no mole, no freckle. His eyes sparkled blue-green, like precious gems. His muscles were collected into fine, fat wedges of brawn. The met each other in harmonious perfection, huddled beneath his flesh like promises of unlimited strength. Every move he made, even standing still, brought forth a dance of such splendid male beauty that something inside Darrell pulsed to it, needful and demanding.
The lips moved, the teeth parted, and a voice came out of the god’s mouth. “You just gonna stand there, looking stupid?” it asked, straightening up.
“I’m not sure….” He was afraid to speak, as if it would break the spell and end this dream.
Ronny approached him and stood next to him, mere inches away. He was giving off a palpable heat, as well as a heady perfume of power, soaked with a musk of sex and muscle. “You look good, D. I guess this stuff isn’t quite the nightmare they described.” He lifted his arm and bent the elbow. A riot of muscular growth swelled along every inch. The bicep seemed to grow so big that it threatened to erupt through his beautiful skin, but it simply stretched to gladly welcome its engorged perfection. Its fibers and cables twisted and bunched. His arm was another illustration of his perfection. That gorgeous musk erupted from his armpit and enshrouded Darrell in its pull.
He sucked in Ronny’s stink and felt his cocks grow fat and heavy. He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. He felt a hand on his face, against his cheek, warm and soft. “You okay, D?”
“Ronny, I….”
Something brushed against his mouth, lightly. Then more deeply. Lips pressed against his own. Warm, soft, moist. Something hot and wet pressed to his mouth and sought entry. It was insistent so he opened his lips and pulled it inside. Ronny’s tongue was thick and hot inside his mouth. The kiss deepened further, still. He opened wide and welcomed Ronny inside. He kissed him back and his cocks gushed happily.
Ronny knew that it was Darrell and no one else who he could smell when his door opened. He was familiar with his best friend’s scent, though he didn’t realize it until his Transformed senses crystallized his ability to sense other men. He liked Darrell’s smell, loved it, in fact. It reminded him of something pleasant, something that made him feel good. It was also erotic as hell, and drilled into his head and zeroed into his cocks.
He loved Darrell. It was easy, now, to say it, even if only to himself. The dude was funny, and shy, and cool. He had that military way about him that Ronny always liked, and why he joined up in the first place. Loyalty, service to others, selflessness, and respect. Darrell had all that, and more than that he believed in it, dearly.
Ronny was through his door in a second and down the hallway to his friend’s room. His first – his only – inclination was that he wanted to kiss D on the mouth and keep kissing him all the way down his body. It was as weird as it wasn’t weird at all, somehow. He knew he hadn’t felt that way about D before, but he knew he should have. Or something like that. Anyway, it wasn’t worth worrying about, because it felt so right.
But when he appeared in the doorway, there was D, more gorgeous and handsome than ever, and evidently petrified. Scared shitless. His face wasn’t able to mask his feelings.
It sure looked like terror, but the dude’s dicks were both fully engaged, so obviously something else was going on with him as well. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took, his abs swelling and receding, his shoulders rising and falling. His new body was as muscular and amazing as Ronny’s own, maybe more so! He looked so beautiful. But there was a cloak of hesitation over him. Was he holding himself back? Was he angry? Did he not recognize his best friend?
Ronny decide to make the first move. He set aside his amusement and summoned up his libido. There was plenty of that. And seeing D again made it all rise up and explode from him. He could barely contain himself as he stood there trying to look so composed. All he wanted to do was attack his friend, suck on his cock, and bring him to an orgasmic state of bliss so complete that he’d never want to leave it.
But he followed his initial instinct. A kiss, the purest and simplest demonstration of a physical act of desire. Love and lust, mingling together. Affection and attraction, sex and sensuality. He kissed his friend’s mouth, lightly at first, then with growing determination and passion.
Then he could feel his friend’s cocks swell with sudden force and a wet, hot blast erupted between them with copious force, rocketing a gushing flood of Darrell’s cream over their bodies.
There was nothing subtle about that.
Ronny joined Darrell’s fountain of cum with his own, and they were both suddenly awash in a tide of sticky cream that erupted in a continuous blast from their four combined pricks, soaking their skin too quickly to absorb it all.
Sex as a Transformed man was several times more intensely pleasurable than sex as an ordinary man. Your senses were amped, your sensitivities were amped, your sexual appetite was unlimited and your body was capable of deeper, harder and more extended physical encounters. Your skin registered another man’s touch as highly sensual, delivering the sensation of those caresses at ten times normal value. You had two cocks, delivering twenty times the normal amount of sexual excitement and power though every tingling nerve ending. Your balls were producing an unlimited supply of cum, and your head was filled with enough sex drive to power a hundred other men at their peak.
If sex as a Transformed man was a fucking overload, sex as a Transformed man with another Transformed man was a nuclear detonation.
Darrell came suddenly and without intending to. But he was so happy, so overjoyed and, suddenly, so overwhelmingly horny that his body acted for him, and the intensity of the orgasmic release shook him to his soul. It felt like his body was emptying itself, all his strength and power and the weight of his enormity, through his cocks. Then Ronny, sweet beautiful Ronny, came, too. He could feel his friend’s gushing flood and the scent of him exploded with mighty force and he was his, body and soul.
He pulled Ronny into his arms and held him there, kissing his mouth and feeling his skin and absorbing his power while he delivered his own. They shared all that they were with each other in that pulsating moment.
A detonation of masculine sexuality expanded outward from them, soaked through with the power of their coupling. Like Robbie, and because they had been created by his power, each man had an amplified ability to broadcast a sexual charge directly into the pleasure centers of another man’s brain, bringing him instantly to orgasmic explosion but otherwise not altering him physically. It was a capability that any Transform man had, but theirs had been augmented and enlarged to a new degree of potency.
In a sense, they could think a man to orgasm. Quite a nice talent, if you know you have it and can control it. When Robbie shot Wolf the arrow of his pleasure, the aim was specific and the target was narrow. It had been like shooting the force of a cannon inside a bullet. Or narrowing the stream of a firehose through a straw.
There was no such targeting or narrowing in the case of Ronny and Darrell’s release. It was a bomb of sex, spreading up and out like a mushroom cloud. Unfiltered, raw, super-powered masculine sex.
The members of Main Office who were within 100 meters of the men felt the compulsion the strongest, and each of them, no matter what they were doing at the time, experienced one, long, extended, rather powerful orgasm, sending a full load of cream from their balls until they were emptied. Messy, sure, and certainly curious, but hardly dangerous.
Men outside the blast radius were gifted with orgasms of lesser intensity, but no shorter in duration. It was like suddenly thinking of a hot pornographic image that sent your body temperature rising and caused your dick to inflate with surprising speed. Some felt it stronger than others, experiencing sudden and unexpected streams of cum, with the outer periphery doing little more that soaking their underwear with a 1-inch spot of precum at the tip of their hard-ons.
Outside that circle, the feeling was simply like a memory of sexual pleasure. A tease. A hint. It made those men feel very good, but the physical properties were much more subdued.
A sudden orgasmic experience wasn’t enough to start the process of Operation Midnight, which would have brought the entire structure down around them, but the action left the entire base, and Mr. Peck’s office in particular, in a state of panic.