Building Walls 2

Cheeky builders Bern and Darren have been turned into mindless muscled zombies by a client Mr. Grossman…

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Darren poses, his huge muscles catching the soothing light and glowing amazingly. Bern, on his knees sucks at Darren’s 20-year-old cock as ex-rugby player ‘Mr. Grossman’ stands over them, smirking.

“Enough,” he demands of Bern. Bern obeys the order. His muscles are bulging after the potion that Grossman gave him, his clothes are almost tearing at the seams. Mr. Grossman opens a cupboard and pulls out two collars.

“Here you go boys.” Mr. Grossman hands his two new toys the collars, and both place them around their necks as Mr. Grossman fastens them. “You now both belong to me.”

20 year old, stunning looking Darren stares straight ahead, thinking, ‘Of course he wanted this, he needed to be owned and who better? Mr. Grossman is a powerful man. He is muscular, strong and rich.’

Mr. Grossman tears off Bern’s top and demands he wears rugby shorts also. Grossman hands him some and Bern changes in front of them. Mr. Grossman whispers in Bern’s ear.

“I have a job for you both… it involves Darren’s rugby team.”


The van that Bern owns for his building business pulls up to Darren’s local rugby team training club. The weather is sunny, and the two boys exit, looking and acting more like themselves. Both wear white rugby shorts and black tight vests that look like a second skin over their newly developed muscles.

Darren calls over to Bern, as he fetches his toolbelt. “What’s the job here again?” A slight vacant look is present.

“To install the new lights.” Bern puts his tool belt on also. Both toolbelts are black leather studded ones with various equipment around the side. Bern, 38 years old, has never looked younger or felt better. He admires his reflection as he shuts the van door.

“Boss said it shouldn’t take long.” Bern and Darren walk to a back door, and Darren uses a tool from his new leather belt, which sits nicely over his rugby shorts, to pick the lock. The door opens without trace of break in. Bern seals the door.

“Boss will be arriving in 45 minutes, the team in 20 for training.”

Darren and Bern move down a hallway and into the male changing room. The familiar smells come back to Darren, and he grins. ‘I will be the Boss’s fav for this.’

The two hunky builders move into the centre of the changing room, and both look up like robots in sync. Darren holds his hands low and together like a gymnast as Bern places his foot and gets hoisted up towards the light in the ceiling by Darren’s beastlike strength. Bern pulls off the plastic covering of the light and applies a device from his tool belt. After a few adjustments he re-attaches the plastic casing and gets down. Both nod at each other before doing the other 3 lights. After the last light, they start to hear commotion outside.

“We need to get to the front desk without being spotted. The time release on the lights is 10 minutes.” Bern declares as they use the same door they used to get in to exit. They re-seal the door and move towards the van and casually go behind it. They can see some of the rugby team meeting and greeting each other as they pull up in the car park. A good looking blond guy stops his mate.

“Isn’t that Darren’s boss’s van over there?” The cute blond says to a bigger guy.

“Must be inside mate, c’mon.”

The players enter the club. Bern and Darren walk in after 5 minutes to make sure they are not seen. They enter the reception as the young guy behind the desk sees Darren.

“Darren! Mate, you better go get changed.” He looks Darren up and down. “Then again, you’re almost halfway there! Dude, you been hitting the gym or wha-?”

Bern and Darren cover their mouths as they use a modified plastic gun to fire vapour into the air right in front of the teenage receptionist. He coughs and coughs, un-doing his tie and taking his jacket off. His coughs turn into barks as he falls to all fours.

Mr. Grossman walks in behind his two boys, who immediately stand to attention, with their massive arms behind their backs. All of their muscles are tensed, and they stare directly ahead. Mr. Grossman smiles at them, eyeing them up and down.

“Good boys.” he tugs slightly on Darren’s vest before kissing his lips and stroking his shaved head. He hears a playful bark and turns to look down.

“Good pup. Good puppies obey their masters.” Mr. Grossman says to the young receptionist who suddenly stops barking and sits in front of his new master. Mr. Grossman rips his shirt open and pours a potion down his throat. The young pup suddenly starts to grow and get more muscled. His trousers rip and his boxers are close to ripping as he turns into a muscled puppy. Mr. Grossman applied a collar and lead and lets his new puppy lead the way to the changing rooms as his hunky stud builders march either side of him.


Mr. Grossman and his boys arrive at the changing room. He takes out some sunglasses from his top pocket and wears them. He opens the door wide and the sight is breathtaking.

The male changing room looks like a well-lit disco. The multi-coloured lights from the ceiling shine down onto the men within the room. The men themselves are all staring up at it.

“Perfect.” Mr Grossman says grinning as he enters the room.

The tough, well built rugby players are standing relaxed, their arms by their sides as their heads look up at the light. Some are in various stages of getting changed for training. Some shirtless, some in just boxers, some in just tight jocks, some in full rugby kit, some in just rugby shorts, and two who are completely naked.

“Looks like you boys set the timer just right.” Mr. Grossman chuckles, turning back to the muscles studs at the door way. He sighs and grins. Bern and Darren are both standing limply side by side, massive muscles useless against the power of the rainbow light. Both builders are staring up.

“Now, to have some fun eh?” Grossman talks down to his new pet who also stares up at the light, kneeling down on his massive thighs. Mr Grossman lets go of the lead and points a remote at the light on the ceiling. The room changes red. The men still stare.

“You are now under my control. I am your Master, and you all belong to me, don’t you?”

“Yes master,” 17 muscled men grunt at the same time, all staring at the light.

“You are all mine now. My boys. You all belong to me. I own you. You will comply with whatever I say. You are all horny boys… so horny and it feels so good, doesn’t it?

The 17 men reply with a “yees” as their cocks start to stiffen.

“Explore that horniness, now.”

The beefy Rugby players immediately start to touch themselves. Hands slide down abs, nipples are played with, cocks are stroked. All the men move slowly and explore their bodies, some putting fingers up their asses as they play with their solid hard members.

Darren is lifting up his black vest and fingering his abs as he plays with his massive dick with his other hand. Mr. Grossman grins. He flicks a switch on the remote. The light of the room returns to normal. The self-carressing men all look at each other astonished.

Many “WTFs” are heard before they realise what they had been doing. They also realise Mr Grossman standing in the middle of the room.

“Well, hello there,” he says winking at some of the naked guys.

“Sick dude! A fucking fag is in here!” says a guy, trying to mask his erection, not noticing the ones on the 16 others.

“Your feet are all stuck to the floor, and you are unable to move and unable to touch me.” Mr. Grossman says calmly.

The tall cute blond guy tries to march over to Grossman to punch his lights out, but as he said, he is unable to move. Mr. Grossman moves over to him and strokes his model good-looking face. The guy winces and wants nothing more to hit him.

“On your knees.” Grossman demands of him.

“N-no...” The blond guy obeys anyway.

“Open your mouth.”

Darren looks away in disgust. He doesn’t remember getting here with Bern, but he’s sickened by what he is seeing, and he can’t hide his massive boner.

“Dude,” he whispers to Bern.“What the fuck is going on?!”

“I dunno mate, how the hell did I get this big?!” Bern says pointing at his muscles.

Mr. Grossman turns around, “Boys, I forgot, you have returned to yourselves again”

The blond guy is blowing Mr. Grossman furiously as the other rugby players watch, wincing yet all sporting boners.

“Bern, obey me…pull down Darren’s shorts and put his nob in your mouth and suck as hard as you can.”

Bern’s eyes glaze over as his feet come unstuck. He pulls down Darren’s shorts and starts giving him head. Darren is appalled and tries to get away but can’t. Meanwhile, Mr. Grossman has the blond naked guy on all fours as another good puppy as he walks around the room, commanding the players to do various things. Some are now blowing/sucking. Some are fucking madly, some are posing as the others lick their muscles, two are dancing like gogo’s in boxers and jocks on the bench.

With this all going on, Mr. Grossman walks over to a stuck Darren.

“You are my favourite boy, you know that Darren?”

Darren shakes his head before. “Yes, I know.”

“You’re so good looking, so strong and powerful. Your former team is now my team, and they will emulate you Darren. They will all be like you.”

Mr. Grossman raises his hand above Bern, he moves away and joins 3 other guys around Mr. Grossman on all fours. Mr. Grossman unbuttons his flies and pulls out his hard cock. He whispers something in Darren’s ear. Darren’s frightened face turns to a mellow, calm one as he turns around and obediently bends over as the boys in the background continues to fuck, suck and pose for their new master…

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