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m/m Vice - Part 3 "Snitches Burst Stiches" (9-08-20)

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Tales From A Muscle Growth Cartel


Part 1 - Sometimes Drugs Give You More than a High


Jack was a drug kingpin of sorts. Like any potent drug, people craved it, they came to him, offered him their life’s treasures and he gave them their fix. In a world where usually only the strongest survive and only the smartest staid on top, he was doing quite well for himself and living an easy life. That was because in Jack’s case there were no rival drug lords because what he had to offer nobody else could give. His drug came from within.

Jack had a special ability that no one could explain. You see, he found from an early age that his cum had an odd effect on people. When he fucked someone or they sucked him off, their bodies would change. When he was only fifteen he and his best friend started screwing around and before they were done, Charlie was bigger than the captain of the football team with a dick that looked like it came from a donkey instead of a person. That’s when he learned that the more cum someone consumed, the more they would change.

Which brings us to the second unique thing about Jack. He knew from the first time he had ever jerked off that there was no limit to the amount he could cum. The more he jerked, the more his cock and balls grew to keep up. Of course there were times when he lost control, leading to his room having to be renovated several times before he left home. Then after he was done, over the course of several hours, his nuts would slowly shrink back to their usual fist size.

At an early age, Jack used his “gifts” on his friends. This caused him to have so many friends that his high school dominated almost every men’s sport they competed in while he was there. Then he noticed a strange thing. About a month after fucking his friends into a new body they started to lose their muscles and no amount of weight lifting could maintain what they had. Eventually after a year they would end up skinnier than they were before with a smaller dick. Jack would fuck them all again and their killer bods would be restored but they never lasted as long the second time and the third time was even worse. Soon every jock in his high school was addicted to his cock which is when he realized the potential for a business opportunity.

After he graduated he moved to LA where he found many who were desperate for his services. There were so many aspiring models and actors that needed an edge. When they couldn’t pay he would have them do favors for him that were worth even more. All of his body guards were simply guys willing to give up their lives for a continuous supply of his cum. Which was convenient because while his talents left him with a muscular frame, sometimes the demand for his juices left his balls so huge he couldn’t walk so they had to carry him. He built a reputation for rarely leaving his mansion in the hills and never wearing clothes.

Which brings us to an early afternoon in the spring. He was sitting on his couch, his bowling ball sized nuts were sitting on the cushions, resting from a busy morning and his 12’’ soft dick was splayed over his thigh. He was watching the news and eating lunch when one of his body guards walked into the room. Chad was nearly seven feet tall. His massive package was hardly covered by the speedo Jack made all of his people wear. “That guy from last night is back. Pretty sure he’s just as broke as he was. You want us to beat the crap out of him?”

“Who, Kyle? No, I figured he’d be back,” Jack answered. “I have a job lined up for him. Let him in.”

Kyle was dressed in a white polo with khaki’s. He looked more at home on a golf course than a drug din. About five years ago he had decided to skip all of the hard work and take the ultimate short cut for the perfect bod. The cum infusions had become so frequent lately that even though he had a great job at a software company, he had blown through his savings and his girlfriend was starting to notice things going missing.

His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his polo, but not like they had last week. But pay day wasn’t until next week and the bank refused to give him more loans because he was so deeply in debt. Not to mention all of the money he owed Jack. He walked in the room looking nervous and immediately had an uncontrollable hard on. The smell of that sweet cum that he wanted so badly was hanging in the room. “Kyle, have a seat,” he said affably enough.

“So I was thinking, you know that if you just hook me up this one time I’ll pay you double for it next week,” the visitor said darting his eyes from side to side, nervously.

“Now Kyle,” the practiced speech that he had said to so many began, “I don’t run a charity. You want something of mine, you have to pay for it.”

“Yeah, Jack, I will. I just need the stuff now and when I get the…”

“You already owe me thirty grand, you gonna make it forty?” Then his voice became softer. “No, no Kyle. I need something that’s worth more than a promise. Did you have time to think about my little job offer I gave you last night?”

“Look, I have a job and girlfriend, I can’t just whore myself out for you.”

“Please, man, spare me the girlfriend line. You guys always want the perfect bod so you can screw around. Don’t pretend that you want to look like that to be loyal.” He laughed. “Besides, you’re gonna have a pretty hard time convincing the guy that you’re begging for a fuck from that sex is something special that you save for your sweet heart.”

“But that’s different…”

“Ha! Sure it is. How long you think that relationship’s gonna last when she realizes the money is all gone and that perfect body shrivels up. You’ve got about two weeks tops before you look like a smack addict.” He laughed in his face. “Look, I don’t like to cut people off. So work for me and get all you want for free.”

“All I want?” His hands and lips started to tremble. The thought made him go hard instantly.

“Did I stutter?”

“I mean I…” Kyle murmured something incoherently and Jack started to play with his cock. Precum started to ooze down the semi-hard shaft filling the room with even more of that oh so potent cum musk.

“You know what you want. Fuck the chick, she can’t give you this. Crawl over and have a taste.” When Jack said crawl he meant it and Kyle knew the only way to get a free taste was to humor him. So got on his hands and knees and moved over to the couch where he began to lick the sweet jizz.

“Fuuuuuck,” Kyle groaned as his muscles began to tingle. The growth was always accompanied by the most intense pleasure of his life. “Fuck yes, I’ll do it.” He said trying to suck down as much jizz as he could.

“Not so fast.” Jack reached over Kyle and pulled his phone out. “Call the chick and tell her you’ve found someone else. I don’t want her wondering where you are and calling the cops.”

“But my…” Jack shoved his face against the jizz fountain as he whimpered his protests.

“Fine, fuck, I’ll do it,” he cut in. So after five minutes of listening to the most pathetic conversation he had ever heard Jack signaled him to hang up. Kyle was visibly shaken by what he had just done but a cum load to the face made him snap out of his stupor.

“Come get breakfast,” Jack taunted. Kyle launched himself at the dick sucking away. Jack was jizzing like a faucet and with each gulp Kyle could feel his bi’s, tri’s, pecs, and delts swelling. “Mmmm fuck yeah,” he moaned, the growth made him forget about what he’d just done. He savored every drop as his shirt began to fit him like it did last week, so tight. He was waiting for Jack to pull out like he always did but it didn’t happen. He even looked up at him expecting to be told he’d had enough but Jack was just groaning with his eyes closed.

Suddenly Kyle felt his shirt give way. He heard a loud rip as his pecs burst out of his polo. His cock emerged from his waistline as his ass and thighs began to shred his shorts. His balls sank down like grape fruits and touched the floor. He was becoming freakishly huge but still he didn’t stop. He wanted more, he couldn’t think straight anymore.

His cock grew thicker than his wrist and began to drool cum all over the floor while each of his pecs swelled larger than his entire chest was before he came in. His nipples were continuously pushed further down by his expanding chest. His eight pack abs looked like swelling boulders. Meanwhile Jack’s balls had expanded into beach ball sized nuts to keep pace with all of the cum as they churned out more and more seed to fuel Kyle’s transformation.

Kyle’s mind slowly gave way to the pleasure. All he could think of was fucking and sucking as he was dumbed down. His cock grew fatter than a normal person’s arm as it grew between his gigantic pecs and began to splash jizz into his own face. Still he continued to bore down on that cock, not caring about the freak he was becoming.

Jack’s balls grew so large one of them fell off the couch with a tremendous thud. Each one weighed over one hundred pounds. Kyle felt hands grab him from behind and pull him backwards. He struggled to reach the cock again but there were four of them and he was delirious from the cum. They shoved his face into his own cock massive head which was already at mouth level. He instinctively started sucking that instead and he was dragged down a hallway into a bedroom. His volleyball sized nuts trailed along the floor.

They hoisted him up and placed him on the bed but he was so engrossed in stroking his massive cock and sucking himself that he barely noticed what was going on. He was impossibly huge he was almost 7 ½ feet. His 800-pound frame sank into the sturdy mattress. His arms were so large that he could barely reach his cock. Jack could be heard in the other room talking with his muscular attendants. “No, he’s not done yet. The client wants them bigger.”

The body guards arrived again and this time they were carrying Jack’s huge nutsack. Each massive ball was being toted by one of massive men. “Spread him!” Two body guards spread Kyle’s legs and Jack forced his way into the tight hole. A hydrant of cum poured into him and he groaned in uncontrollable pleasure. Kyles were bulging uncontrollably, striving against each other for space. His arms became so beefy it became harder to move them. Suddenly he couldn’t reach his cock anymore.

As Jack pounded away, Kyle became more and more of an immobile sculpture. When he could no longer do more than wiggle, Jack pulled out. Kyle was laying there helplessly, his fat cock was drooling all over his face. “Ughh—you said all cum I want! Want more!”

“And so I did. I just never said it would all be mine. I have a few clients who are willing to pay more money than you’ve ever made to use your body as a jungle gym. Have fun.” Jack laughed as they carried him out. In the world of instant gratification Jack was like a casino. He provided thrills, a rush, and temporary gains you could never achieve on your own but in the end, the house always won.

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Part 2 - Boys who don't pay.

Steve had enjoyed an
amazing night out. For the first time ever, chicks were digging him. Of course he was a terrible dancer, but they didn’t care because his body was flawless. He got so many numbers in just a few hours and it was all thanks to Jack.

Steve had heard of this guy who could hook people up with a flawless bod, but he didn’t really believe it at first. Still, he thought he’d play along. He went to the address he was given and scoped it out. He remembered being led into a large house and saw this naked dude on the couch with balls the size of melons. Why he sucked that massive monster of a cock was still something of a mystery to him. Maybe he had always craved to have more than the skinny frame he was born with and would have tried anything to get bigger. Maybe there were so many muscular guys around the house that it seemed like truth in advertising.

Regardless of why he sucked that cock he was amazed with the results. With every gulp of cum, fresh muscle had piled on his frail frame until he looked like a professional body athlete. He barely fit any of his old clothes. If they hadn’t stopped him from drinking more, he wouldn’t have been able to fit into them at all. When it had come time to pay up, he told them that he hadn’t brought any money with him. He simply hadn’t taken it that seriously. He was afraid they would be furious but Jack just laughed and said it happens. “Just be sure to have the money here by Friday and we’ve got no problems”.

So he had ended up giving Jack an IOU and thinking nothing more about it. Day after day, the more he looked into the mirror the less he had cared about paying Jack back. Clubs were expensive and he was having a blast looking like a super model. Friday came and went and he’d heard nothing from Jack. “Hell, how would they even know where I live,” he told himself.

Today marked week three since he had his body juiced up and he really didn’t think of Jack at all anymore. He’d started to believe all of the lies he told the chicks at the bar. This was who he was, the was the body he’d worked for.

He walked into his apartment with new girls he had met at the club one night. There was a chick under each arm as he flipped on the light. However, there was more than the furniture to greet him. Five insanely large men were standing in his apartment. “About time you got home, Steve. I was worried I was going to have to waste my entire night in this dismal shithole of yours.” There, sprawled out on the couch, completely naked, was Jack. He was exactly the same as he remembered him. A perfect muscular frame with a hose-like cock draped over one of his legs and soccer ball sized nuts splayed out on the furniture.

“Whoa, what the…” Before his alcohol-addled brain could figure out what to do the door was slammed behind him by another huge guy who popped out of the kitchen.

“Well…? You said you’d have the money by Friday and it’s… ohhh… nearly a month later.” Jack snapped his fingers impatiently.

One of Steve’s girls piped up. “You know I think we’re interrupting something important and I think we should…”

“Oh shut up…” He looked to either side of them. “Bruce, Ty, throw the chicks in the bedroom until we’re done and stay with ‘em. I don’t want them calling the cops. Take their phones.” He looked at the frightened girls. “Oh don’t worry, you can do whatever you want in there as long it’s quiet until we’re done.” Two of the body guards led the women into the back bedroom.

He focused on Steve. “You know I’m running a business and I keep running into this problem that guys like you don’t seem to want to pay.”

“Look man, I can have the money by…”

“By?!” Jack shouted back. “By when?! It’s due now!”

“Look I just need a little more…”

“Nope. Not how this works. You’re already three weeks late. You know we checked this place over. They may look like meat heads but my colleagues in the other room there are crazy good hackers. They used to break into banks before they started working for me.” Jack chuckled. “Turns out, you made no withdrawals from the bank, no checks cashed, no nothing. We kind of got the feeling you weren’t planning on paying us back.” Suddenly there were groans coming from the bedroom. It seemed as if the girls were pretty satisfied with having the body guards as companions.

Jacked stopped for a minute to listen in. “See? That could have been you in there. Instead two strangers just stole your chicks on your own fucking bed.”

“Look just give me a…” He was cut off instantly.

“A chance? Jesus, don’t you all sound like a broken record.” Jack said as he got up and walked over to Steve. His giant nuts swayed from side to side against his legs as he walked. He leaned against him, pressing him against the wall. “You realize in order to come here I had to put on fucking sweat pants and get in an SUV. You know how much I fucking hate wearing sweat pants?”

“I mean… yeah… it seems horrible. I’d never wear pants if I looked like…”

“Like me?” He said pointing to his melon sized nuts. Then he looked up and smiled. “But that’s an interesting idea…”

“W..what? Sweat pants?”

“Idiot…” Jack groaned, then he shouted to his unoccupied henchmen. “Guys, bend ‘im.” The four remaining guys were so huge they dwarfed Steve even in his enhanced state. They easily pulled his clothes off and spread him over the couch.

“Holy fuck guys! What’re you doing!” he shouted.

“You like free product don’t you? I’m going to set you up with more than you’ll ever need.”

Steve tried to protest more but one of the guards shoved one of their fat cocks into his mouth. He wanted to spit it out but instinctively began to suck it. “Surprised?” Jack laughed as he pressed his huge cock head against his victim’s hole. “Once you’ve tasted me, your body will suck from anyone trying to get more.” With that he began to penetrate Steve’s virgin ass.

Steve groaned as he felt his hole stretching around Jack’s massive cock. The precum was flowing so freely that it lubed him perfectly. He thought it would hurt but his ass automatically clenched around the massive dick trying to capture every drop of cum. Just a few hours earlier, Steve had been such a stud. Now he was getting tag teamed on his own couch and his body was actually enjoying it. All he could do was to squirm and groan.

As more cum flowed into him, he began to feel tingly all over his body but particularly in his groin. He’d felt this way before but this time things were different. He felt like his junk was overcome with the most intense feeling he’d ever experienced. He felt up his body as his muscles began to slowly bulge. More impressively, his dick began to sprout up beneath him. He felt it work its way up his abs and then jab into his pecs as it grew longer and thicker.

Steve’s balls began to swell as if they were being inflated like a water balloon. He pulled his mouth off of the spurting cock in front of him and groaned. “Awww fuck, what’s happening!” Jack laughed and signaled for the body guard to shove his face back on the dick.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jack said, slapping his ass as he pumped him still fuller. Time passed quickly. Steve’s dick thickened and continued to grow, he could feel it widening to a two-liter bottle and pressing against his chin. He pulled his mouth off of the cock in front of him yet again.

“God… what’re you doing! It’s too much!” And once again his face was shoved back onto the cock.

“Little skinflints like you need to be taught a lesson. You get what you pay for. You want something great, you fork over the cash.” Jack’s balls grew to the size of beach balls as he poured cum into Steve like a hose.

Steve’s gut began to bloat with all of the cum as his cock swelled up even more, passing his head as it grew in length. Meanwhile his balls were swelling past the size of watermelons. They grew so large that he could feel his muscular body being pushed up off of the couch as they pushed him up. He wanted to struggle, he wanted to make it stop but the cum was so addictive that he couldn’t bring himself to try and make it stop. “Please! You’ve got to stop! How can I go out in public like this?”

“Who says you’re going anywhere?” Jack laughed as Steve’s cock swelled thicker than the rest of his body. His balls out grew Jack’s massive cum factories forcing his victim’s legs to straddle them helplessly, unable to stand up.

Eventually, after hours of fucking, Steve’s cock grew so huge that it crushed the couch beneath him. His balls splayed out like two small cars on either side of him. Jack pulled out of Steve with a grin. Steve’s junk weighed more than a tractor trailer, barely fitting in the apartment, and despite all of his muscles he was completely immobile on top of the crushed remains of the sofa.

The shaft was so sensitive that the sensation of his own body moving on top of it made him jizz, which made him squirm more, which made him orgasm even harder. The apartment was knee deep in cum and everything was a steamy body temperature.

Jack’s own balls were so large he had to be carried out of the apartment; but he didn’t care, they’d shrink back to a more manageable by tomorrow. Steve, however, would be there until the fire department figured out how to get him out. He figured the police would find him pretty soon as there was a small stream of cum leaking out from under his front door. Jack could picture the news headlines in his head as they loaded him into his black SUV.

“Think we should have left him like that for the cops to find?”

“He’s not gonna talk. After all that I’ll be surprised if he remembers his name.”

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Part 3 - Snitches Burst Stiches

George was an undercover cop. He’d been out in the field for ten years now and had a good record, but now there was a new player in town that had the police stumped. He’d never heard of anything like this new stuff. It made guys huge! People were going from stringy to jacked overnight and it was running rampant through the entertainment industry. Guys were juicing up in L.A. like never before and no one on the force could find who was supplying all of the ‘roids that were obviously behind it. However, he had an informant on the street that told him he could get the stuff from a guy named Jack who lived out in Beverly Hills.

Pulling up to the address he found a huge mansion with a giant wall around it. He was told to pull up to the front gate, ring the bell, and tell them, “I need some help from Jack.” After doing this, the gate slowly opened and he went inside. He immediately knew he was in the right place because stationed at every door was a guy with mammoth pecs guy wearing a tiny speedo that was not big enough to fully conceal his junk. As he walked up the front drive another hulk of a man opened the front door, his fist sized balls were dangling out from the napkin sized bottoms he was wearing. “This way.” He said, leading George into the house.

Once inside he was led into a small waiting room where other muscular hunks waited nervously on couches. Unlike the guards they were dressed normally and George assumed they must be other clients. He sat next to one of them and tried to get some information from him.

“So, this is some really good shit right? I mean, obviously you look great, but can it really be as good as they promise?” The guy just looked at him without saying anything. So George tried talking to the other clients. Eventually one of the guards walked up. “You’re new so I guess you get a break this time. We don’t like chatty clients, got it? You got a question, you ask Jack.”

George apologized and sat back down and pulled out his phone. “I’ll take that,” the guy said. “We don’t like phones in here.”

“Wait a min…”

“You want to see Jack or not?” he growled.

“I… uh… yeah I wanna see Jack.” George puffed up, it was usually good to put a show in these kinds of operations. “I just don’t like people touchin’ my stuff.”

“Shut up and go in there.” The guy pointed to a door. “Jack’s waiting. We decided to bump you up to the front of the line,” he said, glaring at the other people waiting, daring them to protest. Nobody said anything.

The door was opened and two giants ushered him into the room. Everything he had seen thus far did not prepare him for what he saw inside. Sitting on the couch was a guy with two of the largest balls George had ever imagined. They rested on the couch like two basketballs in a gym sack. His cock was pretty big too as it sagged over his left leg, leaking pre onto the couch. The guy was muscular but not particularly massive compared to the rest of the inmates of the house.

“The name’s Jack,” he said, without looking up. “So they tell me you’re lookin’ for some help?”

“Yeah, I’m lookin’ to get massive. You got somethin’ that can help me with that?” George growled.

“I can definitely help you there. But first we’ve got to be friends.” The man smiled.

“Friends?” the cop asked.

“Yeah. It’s pretty lonely being cooped up in here all day. I like to make friends with the people I help.”

“So how do we become friends?”

“Little Jack needs some attention,” he said, stroking his enormous member.

“I… uh… just came here for the stuff… I’m not into that kind of thing,” said George, a little shocked at being propositioned.

“What stuff?” Jack said coyly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“The stuff that makes you massive. I got cash. I don’t need ‘friends’.” George suddenly felt a powerful hand resting on his shoulder.

“You sure you don’t need friends?” Jack smiled. “You strike me as someone who could use some right about now.”

“That’s it, I’m outta here,” the cop said, turning to push his way through the wall of muscle behind him, hoping they would just give way if he postured. But the hands immediately turned him around.

“You came here looking for something. Nobody comes in here without finding it,” Jack laughed as he signaled the others to bring him closer.

“This how you treat all your customers?” George shouted.

“It’s how I treat the cops who think they can just walk in here and bust me.” He snapped his fingers and George felt a pair of powerful hands pulling down his pants, exposing his ass. “You think we don’t have people on the inside?” Jacked laughed. “We had you spotted pretty quick.”

“They know where I am! If you don’t want this place crawling with cops you’ll…” He was suddenly silenced by a hand over his mouth.

“What’s the matter George? You think something bad’s about to happen? Oh no. Today’s your lucky day.” Jack’s drooling cock began to harden and he signaled for his men to turn their guest around. George could feel his massive cock pressing up against his ass.

“A virgin asshole!” he laughed. “Don’t worry. It only hurts at first. Once I stretch you out, you’ll start to like it.” He grinned as he lubed up the hole with his precum and slowly shoved it in. George grimaced as the massive dick forced his hole to spread but once the pre touched his insides he went weak in the knees. One quick jet of cum sent a rush of pleasure up his body causing George to groan in surprise.

“See? It’s good to make friends.” Jack laughed as he shot another jet of cum into the cop, whose eyes were rolling back into his head. He nodded to his thugs who relaxed their grip on him as Jack continued to plow him.

George felt his muscles tingling as a rush of power and pleasure flooded through his body. His eyes suddenly went wide as he realized. “The cum is the drug!” he blurted out.

“Exactly.” Jack laughed as his victim’s muscles began to grow.

“Ughh… fuuuuck,” George groaned as his pecs began to swell in his shirt along with his deltoids he wanted to pull away but it felt too good he wanted that thick cock up his ass.

“Well, lookie, here boys, I think he likes it. What would the wife think?” Jack laughed as George’s back muscles pressed against his polo shirt like it was made of spandex. His sleeves strained against the swelling biceps. He looked down and could see monster abs being revealed one row at a time as his shirt began to ride up his stomach.

“Ugh… it’s too much!” the undercover cop groaned. “They’ll know.”

“Know you were juicing? I know. You might need a new line of work soon.” Jack patted his victim on the back as his muscles began to rip out of his shirt. His massive pecs split the polo down the middle as his biceps ripped the sleeves to shreds. His bulging thighs began to explode his jeans and every new pound felt better than the pound before.

George felt his tongue loll out of his mouth as he found himself bouncing up and down on the cock. He felt his massive naked body swell with new mass. He knew it should stop but he didn’t want it to stop. Then suddenly in an instant it was over as powerful hands pulled him off the cock and onto the floor. He could feel the precious cum shooting onto his back.

“You want more?” George began to stand but powerful hands forced him down. “No, Georgie. You want more, you got to crawl.” So he turned himself around on his hands and knees. The cum was splashing him in the face and he licked it from his lips.

“You want more? You got to suck it now. Suck it like you love it.” Despite the fact that it had just been up his ass he wanted to suck that cock more than anything in the world but again he felt people holding him back.

“Oh there’s just one catch… I need information from you. You don’t think I give this stuff away for free. You tell me everything you know and you get to drink this.” He said pointing to his cock.

That evening the LAPD found that their computers had been hacked and the names of all of their informants, officers, and operations had been stolen.

Meanwhile Jack found himself a new piece of furniture. George drank until he could barely wiggle his arms and legs and Jack used him as a couch.

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