growth-with-effort Umpires by F_R_Eaky Part III

[FREaky]

Umpires by F_R_Eaky Part III

 

Part One: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/6120-umpires-part-one-by-freaky/

Part Two: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/6180-umpires-by-f-r-eaky-part-ii/

 

Callum tried to call out for help, but the campus was deserted; everyone was partying for the week end at Dubbdub Hall. Realizing no one was going to come to his aid, Callum started dragging Connor towards his dormitory. Once there he was able to get the desk attendant help him carry Connor to his dorm room, explaining that the pair had run into a belligerent drunk out on the quad who decked Connor and ran away. The clerk commented that since Connor was completely out and a large wet spot on his groin, they should probably get Connor looked at in the hospital for a concussion. Callum explained it was alright as he was a pre-med student, son of a prominent neuro doctor and could take care of his "roomie" once there. The clerk shrugged a "whatever" and walked down the hall towards the elevators to go back to his post.

 

Staring at Connor for a bit, Callum wondered what to do. He thought that Connor, for a stalker, wasn't too bad looking. His face peaceful and handsome in unconsciousness. Deep, dark, burnt umber hair cascading into his face, over his eyes. Almost a member of the tall set, his long lithe 6' 1" track style body stretched out across the bed of Callum's roommate. No worries there; the roommate was on a trip back to the parent's house and wouldn't be back until late Sunday evening.

 

Callum wished he could do something to help out Connor, more in the area of his creamed underpants. That'll hurt like hell once it dries, but it would be inappropriate for him to undo the pants of someone he doesn't know, let alone wash his privates. Instead Callum placed a few good pillows under Connor's head, laid a bar of soap and washrag and a towel at the head of the bed, and then went down and pulled off Connor's sneakers so at least his feet wouldn't sweat to death while Connor was asleep.

 

"Damn!" Thought Callum. "He's got some big ass feet, even for his height. But, he's not that much taller than me."

 

Indeed. Most of the guys Callum knew between the 5' 11", his height, to 6' 3 - 4" range of height usually wore a US Men's size 12, himself included. Sometimes a size larger or smaller, but Connor's feet were pretty damn huge.

 

"No wonder this guy is on the track team. He jump starts with these feet and just the motion of rolling forward on the balls of his feet should propel him a foot...."

 

Checking the inside of the tennis shoes, Callum could make out the size tag and read it as size sixteen and half. Callum's heart leapt up....Connor does have big feet. Callum liked big feet. He liked big men period. He always wanted to be a big man too. Despite being in the nerd class according to most of society, he had always managed to keep up a good, decently in shape and strong build. He tried for years to push himself further and harder to go beyond his "light" trainer's build, but it never happened. Not only had his body stopped growing up at five foot eleven, but it refused to gain any more muscle weight as well.

 

Sitting there for a while staring hard at nothing, Callum began to smell the musky scent coming off of Connor's big dogs. The feet didn't stink, but they definitely had a scent to them and it was beginning to arouse Callum. Looking up to see if Connor was stirring, Callum began to peel a sock off of Connor's left foot. Once uncloaked, Callum marveled at Connor's foot. Studying the lines of veins crossing this way and that over it. He held it and felt its heft in his two hands and began to caress the long but strong toes.

 

"hmmmmmm"

 

Callum nearly dropped Connor's foot so that it would've hit the end of the bed. Fearing that Connor was becoming conscious, Callum tried to hide what he was doing by placing a pillow under Connor's left foot and then grabbed a frozen pita pocket out of his personal fridge and placed it on top of the ankle. He then crawled into his bed, faced the wall to hide his growing erection, and drifted off to sleep.

 

Rising early in the morning since their encounter and fainting only took place around ten in the evening, Callum turned over on his bed and looked across his dorm room. Connor was gone. After looking around he noticed that on the desk that made his head board was the soap, the washcloth, and towel used but neatly laid out to dry. There was also a note that said, "Thanks" with three dollars on top of it, and a drawn arrow pointing over the desk edge and down to the waste basket where lied the limp, soggy, and warm hot pocket still in its wrapper.

 

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"I'm telling you guys, he's got to be one of us!"

 

"Connor, I'm not buying it. Unless you're on the track field, you are usually an unconcentrated mess."

 

"Not when it comes to our powers and what we can do, Sebastian! I'm telling you, I've tried like three times, full on concentration, like full mind power of Professor Charles Xavier of the X-men and nothing happened. He should have size 33 feet by now!"

 

Saturday afternoon and the "strangers" have hooked up, except for Zachary who was on his way back from a morning wrestling meet.

 

"Look, Rabbit, I'm with Bast on this. Usually you're the one of us to get distracted. Can't focus. Can't concentrate."

 

"And, might I add to Mas's statement," Sebastian said, "You're also the one who usually chants the least, afraid you're going to give someone clown feet for real, so I doubt you've been concentrating and chanting enough on him that he'd suddenly have skis for feet."

 

"Ho, guys!"

 

"Hey, Zach."

 

"Someone have feet for skis? Who we talkin' about, Callum Addams?"

 

"YES!... Woode, you've got to tell them about Callum. I've been trying and they don't believe me."

 

"Wait, so both of you have been concentrating on him?"

 

"Yeah, Bast. I did one day after Connor told me he had two attempts and nothing happened. I figured it's be okay because it if wound up working, the kid could then be one of those guys who winds up proving the wife's tale about big shoe size and feet means you have a huge dick."

 

"So, what happened?"

 

"Nothing. It looked like he felt something, discomfort maybe, but there was no rise in his crotch bulge."

 

"SEE! And when I did it he didn't start limping around like his shoes were too small or his feet burst out of them."

 

The quintet stood there in a silence that hung longer and heavier than Jonah Falcon's cock. Finally Brook broke that silence.

 

"You know Zach concentrates. Him and I both do because we can't afford to make men look like it reads, 'inflate to 3,000 pounds per square inch' across their genitals, even with Zach liking his men hung. So, what are we going to do Bast?"

 

"I'm not sure."

 

"Hon, you know the only people who aren't affected by our powers are others like us."

 

"One other, Mason. There's only one other, and I am aware of that. Taking him on though... what is his power going to be? What can he increase?"

 

"The Great Booke of the Family doesn't say?"

 

"No. It just lets us know there is one other. A legend, really. Not a member of our family, yet somehow born of it. What else could it be? I grant muscle size and strength, you grant height, Woode grants cock size, Brook - testicle size and increased sperm count, and Rabbit...our lil' Connor boy, grants bigger feet. The only thing left would be the mind."

 

"He is a little nerdy...very bright.... here on a scholarship." said Connor.

 

"It's one thing to have men our age suddenly shoot up in height and musculature and all, but I don't think we could hide nor have accepted increased head size."

 

Mason came up behind Sebastian and wrapped his arms around the other man's shoulder and waist line in a hug.

 

"So, babe.... what do we do?"

 

"I don't know....I'm just not sure. We need to see what kind of guy he is personally."

 

Connor spoke up, "He's a really nice guy. Everyone I've been able to speak to about him have said really nice things and... and....."

 

The rest of the quintet turned and faced Connor. "Out with it...."

 

"Nothing really, it's just... he caught me last night."

 

"Caught you? He confronted you?"

 

"Yes."

 

"What did you say?"

 

"Nothing. I didn't get a chance to. You four were making out and then started chanting my word."

 

"Oh gawd!"

 

"I tried to resist.... but suddenly I came like nobody's business and passed out. He drug me back to his dorm room..."
 

"And did what?!?"

 

"Nothing! He did nothing."

 

"He left you full of cum coated shorts?"

 

"Yes. Took me an hour and a half in the shower this morning to get them peeled off. He thought I passed out from something. He knew I had creamed myself, but he left a washrag, towel, and soap near my head, and he did take off one of my shoes and socks."

 

"He took off one of your shoes and socks?!?"

 

"Yeah, but I don't think he realized both my dawgs were huge. He elevated that bare foot and then placed a frozen hot pocket on it to ice it down."

 

Mason looked at Sebastian. "Very gentlemanly of him."

 

Zach stepped forward, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, but what did he do before hand?"

 

"Uhm....." Connor blushed. "I think he tried to massage my foot..."

 

"You think?"

 

"Alright, I'm pretty sure he was caressing and admiring it!"

 

"Aha! Despite you stalking him, he found you cute and he likes big feet."
 

Mason asked again, "Hon, what are going to do?"

 

Sebastian sighed deeply.... "First thing is determine if he is one of us. Zach, Brook, go get the room ready. Connor, you said you've been following him?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"You know his routine pretty well then?"

 

"Of course."

 

"Alright. Tonight then, let us plan a proper introduction."

 

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It's ten till seven p.m. in the evening on Saturday night. Callum has gone to the library to get some extra studying done to try and clear his head of an image, an image he finds sexy. It is of a foot, and he can imagine it as a pair of feet, thinking that like most people, usually the right foot is close to a mirror image of the left. The owner of these feet he has found to be handsome as well, but the personality he knows nothing about. Well, except perhaps this guy is a stalker and is infatuated with him.

 

Hoping to get studying done, Callum sighed about fifteen minutes ago and realized he wasn't going to get any work done, nor keep his mind off of his personal observer when this was the last building in which he caught the man stalking him. He packed up his back pack and walked out of the Library.

 

"Why was he stalking me?" Callum thought. "Why are his feet so huge? Gawd! Why do his feet have to be sooooo...what? What the hell are feet anyway? Can you call them handsome? Or sexy? Why can't I get them out of my mind? Why am I thinking of his face? What is this I'm feeling and does it having anything to do with that sensation that happens when he's watching me from afar?"

 

Letting out an exasperated blast of breath, Callum switch directions to change paths from his dormitory to go to a cabin. The grounds of the college were very nice and spacious and abutted against many a private, wooded property, one of which was actually the grounds for a lake. This parcel had many a secluded cabin with gardens and yards tucked in little forested cul-de-sacs which many professors rented to live in permanently or temporarily during the school year, or tourists used during the summer. Having held some very successful summer jobs and investments before starting college, Callum was able to rent one for the school year, which he knew he would need from time to time to get away from the noise and crowding of college life and company.

 

But suddenly, there was a man, a fairly large man standing in the new path. He was broad, he was tall, he could probably easily take Callum down. Then... Callum felt it. That odd sensation he'd felt several times over the last couple of weeks. Striking him in the pit of the stomach, it spread out and radiated through his body, along his limbs, over his digits and out the finger and toe tips.

 

"Whoa!" Callum shook his head. This time it was stronger than before. Not as a bad as about a week ago, but still somehow stronger. He looked down the path again and saw his adversary. Although unable to see his face, Callum could tell that the man was staring him down and staring him down with fierce intent. Quickly he turned and went to go a different direction.

 

He made down this third path a number of feet until he came across another adversary. This one was quite a bit taller, maybe just as broad but not as heavily built. The sensation smacked him again in both the stomach and then the head, when he realized the sensation was the same as he just felt, but from two different type of people.

 

Running back up the path, he broke out onto a more main one and attempted to take a fourth which turned out to be blocked by a third gentleman. Again, due to shadows he couldn't see the man's face but he could tell the shape and style of clothes. It was Connor.

 

"What are you trying to do to me? Stalk me with a team?" Yelled Callum as he turned to run for another path, only to freeze to a staggering halt as the sensation over came him again.

 

The quad. He had to make it back to the quad; there he would be safe. Turning to go down a fifth path to short cut to the quad, he came to an abrupt halt as there was another man in his way. This one was about his same height and build, perhaps a little heavier, but unfortunately he was also hiding in the shadows so that his face couldn't be seen. Callum nearly doubled over as if punched this time when the sensation hit him.

 

Catching himself, he stood and began sprinting down the main path and hopefully to freedom. Yet again, there was a man. A tall, lanky figure of a man like some kind of damned toll booth officer in some scary medieval children's story. There was the sensation again, but afterwards, this time, the man began to approach him.

 

Turning on his heels, Callum began a full out run as though he was a track star and ran right into what felt like a brick wall.

 

"Hoooof!"

 

"Easy there, friend. Yes, we are your friends, we may even be cousins. We needed to find out. Come with us and we'll explain everything."

 

The man picked him up with ease in a fire man carry and began to take him down the paths, closer to where the dorms are located. Once there another man came up to him and gagged him, just as he began to get his breath and see straight after his collision with the behemoth that was carrying him. He was placed onto his feet and forced to crouch down amongst a line of bushes.

 

"Callum.... we don't want to hurt you, and what we're going to explain to you sounds crazy, utter lunatic in thought, but we need you to watch and listen to us so you'll understand and then we'll give you some other answers later."

 

Callum's eyes adjusting to the darkness, he began to make out his kidnappers... the Strangwich Strangers.

 

"Listen... you've been feeling things and seeing one of us following you around quite a bit lately and there's a reason for that. You see we have this strange ability...abilities, as it is different for each one of us. We can make men grow. We can make women to a small extant grow too, but the thing of it is, we can't make ourselves grow. All the concentration and chanting we do at one another won't do a bit of good. This is how we met. How we discovered and knew we were related: our powers don't work on each other. That's what you have been feeling. Our powers have been striking you but haven't done anything to you. The only reason for that is you have to be one of us.

 

"Now, I understand you're not going to believe us. Magical powers and all of that, like some kind of X-man mutant or Harry Potter magic shit. Trust me though, it's real. Feel again and then watch."

 

The man stood up in front of Callum, looked him dead in the eye and then said firmly, "PUMP!"

 

The sensation came over him again and then dissipated. It happened again four more times as the rest of the quintet stood in front of him and said their word.

 

"You can feel that sensation, but nothing is happening, so we will need to prove ourselves and powers to you in some fashion. Look to the two corner windows of this dorm building and listen carefully."

 

Callum glared at his captors but eventually stare through the bush and across the yard at the dorm windows. The window on the left corner there was a the silhouette of a man and a woman making out against the shade. The shadows disappeared slightly as the man leaned the woman back and they lay out, presumably, across a bed. Shortly there was some moans and grunts, although they sounded mainly masculine. Those became overshadowed by the sound of a shrill woman's voice.

 

"Oh!.... Can't you put some more feeling into it? You need more motion to you ocean to make up for you being the captain of a dingy instead of a cruise ship!"

 

There were more complaints about the tool with which the man was working and fucking the lady, but Sebastian whispered over them.

 

"Poor dude. He's not a bad looking guy: around six feet tall, slight trainers kind of build, decent face, but if lacked any more in the penis department, you'd swear he was born with two belly buttons. This guy happens to be very savvy in the stocks & bonds, financial area so he's kind of loaded, and that's pretty much the only reason why this lady is with him. He takes her taunting and cruelty because he figures he's never going to get another lady to date him or be with him once they've seen what he has.

 

"Over in the opposite corner dorm, we have a similar but slightly different story. There is a homosexual couple, and they are deeply in love for all the right and decent reasons, but one of them has a slight problem. His dick is ok... decent enough to work with, although nothing to write porn stars about, but his nads are so small one would almost swear he was a unic, a castrati, and man who was fix like a dog."

 

Concentrating they then listened a little to the conversation of the silhouettes from that other dorm, who like the set before had embraced, kissed, and presumably assumed a reclining position on a bed or couch.

 

"Ooooh.... mmmmmm....slurp....yeah baby give it to me... let me take...hmmmmmmmmm your seed."

 

Sebastian whispered near Callum's ear. "Unfortunately for that one, when the seed does come it won't even be enough to wet the tip of his tongue. But now enter us, or in this case, specifically Zachary and Brook. Zachary's ability is to increase a man's penis length and girth, while Brook's is the ability to increase a man's testicle size and sperm count. Gentlemen, do your thing."

 

And with that, Zachary and Brook first turned to look at and concentrate on the man in the left side door room.

 

"Let's have him feel it first in his balls just a little addition there..." said Brook. "plump.....Plump....PLUMP!"

 

"Oooooooh....." the man began to moan low and soft at first. It became a little louder and longer after a bit.

 

"Now," said Zachary, "We give him what he and his lady friend wants. hump...."

 

"Ooooh"

 

"Hump....Hump....Hump....Hump...."

 

"Oooooohhhh aaaaahhhh hmmmmmm"

"Ah-OH! OH! Baby... you're actually beginning to learn to use that little pea shooter."

 

"HUMP! HUMP!"

 

"HMMMMMMMRRRRGH! OOOOH GAWD!"

"AAAUUUUH! OH! SHIT! OOOOH BABY! Wha...? What's happening? You're filling me so well! AUUH! AUUUUH! OH GAWD! GAWD! YES! YES!...."

 

"HUMP! HUMP! HUMP!"

 

"EER! HUH! EER! HMMMM! YEAH! FUCK! SO! TIGHT!"

"YES! YE-AAAUGH! OH! OH! WHAT THE AWWWWG! FUCK! SO BIG! TOO HUGE! SHIT IT HURTS! OH MY .....GAWD!"

 

"AAAAWW YEEEEAH YOU LIKE IT NOW? AM I BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU?!"

 

"AUUUUUGH NO! TOOO....SHIT! HUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGH!"

 

"HMMMMMMM AH HMMMMMMMMMM MMMM yyyyyYYYYYEAH! FEEELS SO... SOOO... AH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HOOO MAN! I'M A GOD NOW!"

 

"OH! WHAT WAS? DID....DID YOUR....OOOH AHHH UUUGH DID YOUR COCK JUST TEAR THE CONDOM? OHHH?"

 

"TEAR THE CONDOM? OOOOOH YEAH....IT...IT... IT DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID! HUH HUH HUH!"

 

"OOOH NO NO! DON'T CUM... DON'T CUM NO YOU NEED A NEW CONDOM FIRST! AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"

 

POP!

 

"AUUUUUGH FUCK YEAH! LOOK AT THIS BILLY CLUB!"

 

"Ry....Ryan.... I might get pregnant.... I'm off my pills. You can't have a huge dick..."

 

"Why not? I've had a huge cunt all this time!"

 

"Ryan!"

 

"No, Sheila! You've been with me because you want my money. You haven't cared about as a person ever. You've belittled me because I wasn't endowed. You've gone through my check book and bank account statements. Don't tell me you haven't; there are nail polish smudges on the envelopes and statements! I've stayed with you and put up with your shit because I thought no woman would every have me after they saw my lack of equipment. I didn't need nor wanted to be hung like a horse. Just an average dick would've done. That's all I prayed and asked for, but since this has happened....I'm not going to complain, just buy new accommodating pants."

 

"You're not thinking of leaving me now! Your horse prong split the condom. You have to take care of me!"

 

"No, I have to take care of the child, if you care to carry it. I'll be making enough money to help raise him or her, I'll even take the child off your hands if you don't want him or her, but I'm not staying with you. Don't need to now."

 

There was the rustling sound of clothes being hurriedly put on, keys grabbed, and the sound of a couple of doors slamming.

 

"You created a monster." Callum said mumbly through his gag.

 

"He's feeling very powerful and lost in lust and virility right now," said Sebastian, "but it will wear off and he'll calm down to his regular self. However, he won't go back to her. She really has been secretly going through his check and savings books. She doesn't really care about him and never has. In fact, she's been seeing Brandon the football Captain on the side for the last couple of weeks."

 

The six men then turned their attention to the other dorm room and Zachary and Brook did their thing again.

 

"hump...Hump....HUMP!"

 

"hmmmmmm hmmmmm (gag) uhhhch (pop) Uhmmmm Guy? Have you been using a penis pump or something?"

 

"No... why?"

 

"You cock just seems.... so much....bigger...."

 

"What do you want to do? Stop, suck still, or have me hump your fine ass?"

 

"Let's hump...."

 

And the two men repositioned themselves and began to go at it.

 

"aaah...ahhh OH! GUY!...."

 

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuuuuuuuuck.... Clint.... you controlling your hole? You feel so...hmmmmmmmmm tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!"

 

"OH GAWD! Guy! Oh.....man....."

 

"Hmmmmmm huh...huh.... oh....oooooh....yes..... auuuh...."

 

"Hump!"

 

"Zachary!"

 

"What? Both of them can handle one more inch. He's only eleven."

 

"Like Ryan is now only twelve... Brook, your turn."

"Plump....Plump....PLUMP.....PLUMP!"

 

Guy began to feel a tingling over his balls. It increased the tremendous amount of pleasure he was receiving from his cock as he plunged deeper and deeper into Clint's ass. The new sensation of racking himself while having sex as his ever increasing in size balls began to heavily slam against Clint's buttocks.

 

"Hmmmmmmr hmmmmr hmmmr huh-uh-huh-uh-huh...ooooooh"

 

"OH! OH! OH! FUCK! AUUUGH! oooooh.... you're sooo big! Auwwww gawd, Guy.... I...I...AYIEEEE....I LOVE IT!"

 

"Hmmmmm hoooo hoooo....hoooo... you love me huge?"

 

"Hmmmmm fuck yeah! Ramp... OOOH..... up your weight training...AH! FUCK! OOOH! Become a huge dom for me. OOOOOH!"

 

Mason leaned in towards Sebastian. "I think that's a cue for us to join in just a little."

 

"After your lead, hon."

 

"Trump...Trump...Trump....Trump!"

 

"Pump....Pump....Pump....Pump!"

 

Guy's frame began to rise up taller and broader, which in turn meant Clint's ass began to rise up off the bed a bit higher and higher. Clint stared up the length of his body to his lover at the end and his eyes began to grow wider and wider. Guy rose up to an impressive 6' 4" tall, and of course he cock and balls became slightly larger growing in proportion to the new frame size. Then Guy's muscles began to hunch and bunch, pulling in, expanding out. Lines and ridges of definition began to appear all up and down his body as his muscle heads and bellies began to inflate, bloat up, and then slightly shrink in to a very chiseled and defined state.

 

He was smooth, taught, and hard. Guy now looked like a very tall gymnast who had to keep adjusting his stance, while fucking, as his muscles grew in and out. Clint was watching in awe, noticing the streams of sweat as the travelled down Guy's body. No longer did they simply flow straight down and off. No, now they had to rise and fall, sweep and curve over many a different mounding mass of muscle: down the brown, over the cheek bones, under the jaw line, around the chorded neck, sliding down the traps, pooling a bit at the clavicle and the little trench between the traps, delts, and chest. Finally cresting over the great globes of the pectorals, the beads of sweat careened down to latch onto a nipple until it grew and grew in size much like the body to which it clung and then drip on to the abs where it rolled and bobbed over each cobblestone like a sleigh over a series of snow covered hills.

 

Some of the droplets we caught up in the forest of pubes while others made their way to the thigh. It was here they were joined by other streams that had traveled over the great mountain called, "Biceps" following the path of the great hidden river called "Blood" which it was so jealous of as it wished it could be inside, flowing through this marble like body, feeding and nourishing the muscles it was caressing all this time on its journey. Following the veins the beads rolled down the biceps and the triceps, to merge and meet around the elbow and the course over the many defining lines of the defined forearms and head for the vice like hands and finger tips of the hand.

 

Cascading off the hands the pearls of sweat joined their brothers on the thighs and again rolled over and through, over and through the many hills and valleys that all the tear drop shapes of the front thigh. Some took the more scenic route and glided around to the buttocks, driving straight into the valley of the crack, coming out at the thigh and across the taught tight road of the hamstring. Once there the traffic all joined at the knee and formed a traffic jam at the calves where they drove off the human highway and collided into a pool at the feet that seemed to be stretching and growing towards them. The pool of sweat crying as it died away into evaporation wishing it could caress this form once again.

 

"Thump... Thump....Thump!" Connor said. "There he should be a little more stable on his feet now."

 

"Ohhh....my....gawd.....Ah! HA! AHHHH! OOOH! OOH! OOOH! HOOOOO!"
 

Clint was spewing his load all over the place after watching the changes that developed on Guy. This in turn began to send Guy over the edge and his grunting and moaning as well as the more jerkiness of movement as he plugged Clint's hole showed.

 

"Ooooh babe...hmmmm....pull it out.... PULL IT OUT!.....Shower me with your seed!"

 

Guy pulled out with an almost sickening loud pop and began to stroke his newer, longer schlong, aiming right for Clint's face. Clint was about to be drowned.

 

"Ooooh... AAAW .....YESSSSS..... AAAAAH UUUUUUGH..... GAWD!.......OOOOH OH OH OH OH OH............................................. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

 

Volley one.

"ah-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

 

Volley two.

 

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

Volley three

 

"HUUUUUUH AAAAAAH HRRRRRRRRR AAAAAAAAGH!"

 

Four.....five.....six.....seven.....

 

"HHAAAAAAAAAAAaaaawaHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOO SHIT MOTHER FUCK DAAAAAAAAMN!:

 

Eight....Nine...Ten.....ELEVEN....TWELVE....THIRTEEN.....FOURTEEEN!

 

"Aaaaaaaaaugh.....hoooooo......uh-wah......huh........hmmmmf.......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah......"

 

Twenty! Twenty volleys of spunk rope came uncoiling from Guy's huge prick. The first one completely coating Clint's face and damn near all his hair. The last one looked small compared to the first, yet would make most people think of the impossible cum shots seen in most porn videos.

 

Guy damn near passed out from the ecstasy, but weakly managed to fumble with his lover, Clint to the shower, which was soon to be clogged from too much cum.

 

Callum stood there transfixed on what he had heard, knowing that it wasn't a set up. Neither of these couple's had been hired as actors. What this quintet of men could do was amazing.

 

"Can we trust you to take the gag off now?"

 

Callum nodded his head and Sebastian did so.

 

"Will you follow us so we can explain this to you, and tell you why we think you're a part of us?"

 

"Yes." Callum dryly whispered, and the six men walked down the trails and away from the dorms.

 

[convolution]

Thanks

A very erotic and unique story.

[muscl4life]

Fresh approach, really interesting take on this story!

 

I wonder if Callum's ability being the mind it can help the Strangers to finally grow themselves into the muscle monsters they deserve to be? 

 

Cheers!

[loveembig]

very hot! can't wait for the next chapter!