Not By Choice 4
by Wordshop
Jerry and Curtis were so turned on that the first loads came quickly, but the erections didn't fade. They went at it again and in about ten minutes a second load came out that was as copious as the first one. Still their erections refused to fade and Curtis took the lead rolling Jerry on to his back. Two hard dicks combined with sweat and Curtis simply started humping his hard dick against Jerry's. Their bodies betrayed them and soon they were producing pre-cum by the bucket full. This started to lube the two dicks and the humping became more and more sensual as the lubrication began to increase in volume. Jerry again started to tense up and lose command of his muscles. Though he would not have believed it possible his dick got even harder. Curtis in the act of sex started to have one of the same kinds of seizures yet again. This time there was something odd in that the sex and the seizure were both building to a quick climax. As if they were somehow wired together the escalation towards ejaculation seemed to progress at exactly the same rate. When the moment came there was silence and their was muscle contractions and shaking beyond belief with an orgasmic experience that none had ever experienced before.
While Angus Ruston was sharing fucks with Tyrone and Junior working on the hustler's ass, he was unaware that his captives had cleaned up, found their clothing, dressed, and disguised the beds with pillows and towels they had found to look like they were asleep. It would give them a good head start and they would find a way to get away.
Surprisingly, all the modern conveniences of the Los Angeles high rise office building offered them the latest conveniences with safety codes making escape convenience very easy.
"Where we gonna go dude?"
"You got some place we could go Jerry?"
"Look Curtis, my bitch of a Mom would go all religious on me, she's a drunk and a nut case." "That's why I am out on the street to begin with."
"What about you?" "You know that crazy white dude is gonna be lookin' for us!"
"The only place I know that might be safe for us is this monster old house with this bodybuilder fag dude." "He's got money, he's an OK dude, and he might be willing to help us if we tell him the truth."
"How could anyone believe us?" "I wouldn't believe us do you think he will?"
"We gotta try!"
"Where is his place?"
"Way up at the top of the very top of Hollywood Hills on Sunset Plaza."
"Dude, how we gonna get there?"
"We half ta walk!"
"It is still dark dude, but it's gonna be getting' light soon."
"You got any money Jerry, or did that white prick maniac steal everything?"
"Nah, I got some bucks."
"To get to Sunset Blvd is going to take us a good two hours of walking from here."
"Jerry, dude, where is here?"
"This is an area called Wilshire." "We gotta go through Rossmoyne, and then stick to side streets in Hollywood until we get up to Sunset Blvd."
"How da ya know all these names and places?"
"Before the bottle became my Mom's exclusive love, she used to sell Real Estate." "She got fired when she caused a lawsuit with some Movie dude, and the company she worked for lost over five million dollars because my Mom was a damned fuckin' stupid drunk!"
"How did that happen?"
"She sold this fuckin' crapola house on the beach in Malibu, and according to the outcome of a lawsuit, she forged signatures on a false disclosure statement." "The house had structural problems with termites, dry rot, and the fact that the termites holding hands were the only thing holding it up was not important with regards to safety in my Mom's drunken eyes. Mom lied to the client and hid the real disclosure statement signed by the owner because she wanted the commission and she knew that the work needed on the property would kill the sale." "There were signatures Curtis, but the Court said that my Ma forged them." "She lost her license, and was on probation, when she should have been fucking thankful that they did not throw her lying ass in jail on the forgery." "The celebrity hired a building contractor about six months later who uncovered the truth, and they fried the bitch in Court." "At the time I was about 11-years-old and I was the sole reason that the Court did not throw the book at her." "There was no Father then, she did not find the other drunk until about a year later, and she was the only living relative, so my Mom went to AA meetings and did what the Court had ordered, but, the minute the probation was over, every dime she got went for booze. She would buy booze rather than buy fuckin' food for us." "There were other problems with the man who kept calling himself my "Father". "He was a mean drunk and to be honest was abusive as hell when he was drunk, which was nearly every night." "There were a bunch of problems from some things I legitimately did do with a neighbor kid that caused him to go into a drunken rage." "The drunk she never did Marry was a "Religious" drunk who beat up two innocent people, one of which was a kid, and got thrown into jail because of it, at that time my Mom was starting to buy his religious bullshit and to blame all her problems on the fact that we did not in her opinion worship Jesus enough." "They both fed each others drunken hallucinations." "And worst of all instead of blaming the intoxicated drunken bastard for beating up the neighbor and his kid, My Mother the moron did the Jesus thing and now all her problems were not because of the alcoholism she shared with another drunk, it was because I her kid was a deciple of Satan."
"By the way, as it gets lighter, remember, we gotta take side streets just in case our jailers are out lookin' for us."
It took nearly three hours to walk and stay out of sight going up the various streets of Hollywood to take the back ways towards Sunset Plaza Drive. They stopped at Convenience stores for water and at Gas Stations to urinate, but they kept moving.
Sunset Plaza is a long winding street that goes up in altitude as it winds up into the hills in West Hollywood off of Sunset Blvd. and it has many classic homes built in the 1920's and 1930's. It was in one of the most unusual hillside homes near the very top that Curtis's hope lived. Curtis had tricked with this guy a bunch of times, even though that fact had not come out to Jerry yet, and he was always good for some bucks when the going was tough.
It took another hour to get to the home near the top of the hills. During this walk, they avoided the traffic, and surprisingly were even able to duck out of sight to not be seen by two different squad cars that belonged to the West Hollywood Sheriff's Station.
Curtis walked to the door of the home, and by 11:00 AM he rang the doorbell. The door was answered. . . . . . . . .
"Well, Curtis, come in, come in, who is your friend?" "Come on, don't stand out there in the cold."
This time, Curtis did the talking and because both were scared of what they had been given as far as weird chemicals, Curtis did tell the absolute truth to the guy.
The home was huge, and he had a basement level with a number of rooms in it that could quickly be re-configured into at least one guest room. There was a swimming pool and their new host said that he would take care of them until they began to figure things out.
That night, the whole story with the good the bad and the ugly played out as both Jerry and Curtis began to tell the strange story of being stupid, being kidnapped, and the weird physical things that had happened to them.
Strangely, there had not been any more of those strange "episodes" since they had gotten to the home. The man gave them both permission to call him by his first name, which was Ron
Ron was in fact a retired professional bodybuilder who for years had hidden his sexuality. He had done well with product endorsements and the bottom level of the house had a very complete and sizeable gym in it. Ron seemed ancient to both Curtis and Jerry, but, in truth he was in his early 30's and still had one incredible physique. Ron was actually a prince of a person, and the boys did not yet realize how good and caring he actually was.
There was only one extra bed available in the quickly made up guest room, and it was agreed that when Ron needed legitimacy the two guys would pose as training protégé's sent by wealthy parents to train with him. They would, as a condition of remaining have to do some lifting, but neither thought much of that. They had to stay out of sight and they knew with Angus Ruston's power, that many places they could use for long distance escape would be watched. They figured it would take a great deal of time before he developed interests elsewhere and they could then make a quiet exit and go on with their lives. If they managed to put on a few pounds of muscle it would be all the better because they would be less likely to be recognized and both realized that if they really "bulked up" Ruston would have no idea who they were even if he looked right at them.
At about noon Ron had to leave for a business appointment. Both Curtis and Jerry were stripped down and their clothing thrown into the wash. Ron checked the sizes and when he was out he would spend some money to get his "protégé's" some other clothing which in and of itself would help.
At the same time, he handed both boys some throw away razors and made the suggestion that if they were all cleaned up they would also be harder to recognize. Both immediately agreed to that, and in fact both wanted haircuts and a few other things that might change their look enough to keep the evil from the Wilshire district from recognizing them immediately.
When Angus Ruston discovered the escape, Tyrone and Junior expected an explosion. What they got instead was laughter.
"Why you laughin' so much boss?"
"I still won!"
"Whaddya mean?"
"The stuff I gave them can only be reversed by me."
"You remember when our present little guest was passed out downstairs. And I gave him three shots?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, that dude got the same thing."
"It's too complicated for you guys to get it all, but what will happen over time is that our guest and our two escapees will begin to grow very slowly in very interesting ways." "Their hormone levels will climb and climb and climb and this will begin to enhance their secondary sex characteristics." "Their cocks and balls are gonna start to grow slowly." "They are gonna start growing hair on their bodies like crazy it will seem to them like they hit puberty times a thousand." "Finally their muscles are gonna start growing very slowly and unlike bodybuilders using juice, they are gonna keep growing." "It will not happen overnight, probably about three to five pounds a month, but there is going to be a point that their muscles get so big that they are going to start having trouble even feeding themselves." "Remember guys that five pounds a month will be 60 pounds in a year." "In two years they won't be musclemen, they will be total freaks!" "Their cocks will get so big that nothing will be able to take them and throughout this they will be getting more and more horny." "The same thing is gonna happen to the one we still got." The reason I did it this way is that I was gonna send shots with them so that the guys on the other end could stop the growth when they were at the size the whore house managers wanted." "The two idiots who escaped do not know what they are in for." "Just knowing this makes it laughable." "Another built in feature is that their bodies will crave the things that will make them grow." "There will be a point that those two escapees may need twenty thousand calories per day to maintain their growth, and that is not going to be easy to get." "If they get their hands on juice it will only speed things up!"
Eventually, they will be back, but I don't know what they will be able to do by then."
"The only other detail is that if they were at all straight before, that part of their life is gone and they are gay now."
Tyrone and Junior took quick glances at each other and wondered if this guy was really as sadistic and cruel as what he said. Were they safe?
To be continued