[If you’re sexually active, do it safe – NOT like the characters in these fantasy stories I write.]
That night I had to go back to The Hole in the Wall. I wore only tight shorts, commando. No shirt. Sandals on my feet. I saw Jim and his group as I came in. He looked at me from where he sat and just nodded in the direction of the hallway to the door that opened to the receiver side of the glory holes. I knew that that was where I'd be spending the night all the way till closing time. That's why I dressed the way I did. I also knew I couldn't wait to be there! But, no, that couldn't have been right. I thought. I was a big lawyer, a rich guy, fancy tastes. I thought how I wasn't no glory hole cock sucker!
I stripped off the few clothes I had on and headed for the only empty hole. It was one of the low ones, so I was on my knees. Didn't have to wait long. A short shaft with a little head poked through my hole. I reached in to start lickin' its little mushroom. It was leaking pre. I savored it and then swallowed the pre. I tried to suck that little rod onto my side of the hole. The guy was groanin' at first, but then he was actually more like howling. And, he was bucking. I knew I was givin' him what he wanted when he had stepped up to the hole. Finally, he cummed. I was surprised. For such a small dick, it was a gusher. I caught some in my mouth, but most of it splashed on my face and just dripped south.
I was off-and-on suckin' for the next five or six hours. But, it went fast. I was lovin’ it. I was confused. I knew who I was. I knew that I couldn't be lovin' it! Not me. I'm a big lawyer.
The next day when I got up, I went to the gym and right to Jim's office. He was at the front desk again with a member of the gym. I went in. I took my dog position near the chair. Jim came in. He said, "johnnieboi, get up and drop those pants. Go lean over my desk." I had to do what he told me. It had become impossible for me not to. I still didn't understand how, but I knew that he had me in his power. I went and leaned over.
"johnnieboi, you know just what to do now. This isn't your first time, ya know. -- Oh, that's right . . . ya DON'T know! You can't remember that trainin' session, but it’s _not_ your first. Just go on autopilot now." I had no idea what he was talkin’ ‘bout. Training session? He had his hard cock out and I could feel it moving up and down my ass crack. I started to push my ass back toward Jim, toward his hard dick. I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks apart and I tried to move my asshole toward him. I knew to relax it, to let it open to receive his shaft. He spit in my crack right on my hole and he spat a second time on his dick. I turned my head and I could see Jim. He rubbed his hand through the spit and lubed his cock. Then, he just took it and rammed it in – all the way. I cried out with pain. He laughed, and then he started movin' out real slow like . . . and in . . . and out . . . and in. After a while, he went about halfway in and then just rocked back and forth. He knew he was on my prostate cuz I was shouting, "Yea, Yea, YEA!" He said to me as he did it, "This is to make that dicklet of yours want to get all hard and big. But, it can't, can it? Nope, it's in a _cage_, ain’t it? All it can do is make you feel it hurtin' you, and you feel your little caged balls want to shoot. All it’s gonna do is drool out some pre-cum, johnnieboi. Get used to this. I want you here every day this week, first thing when you come into the gym. You got that? Of course you do!"
I answered, "Yes Jim, yes SIR. Every day, first thing when I get to the gym. I’ll be here in your office so you can fuck your boi." "Yea, you are learnin' boi. You are learnin'." The rest of that first week went the same as that. Every day I would go to be fucked. Every night I'd go to The Hole in the Wall and suck cocks through the glory hole. It was better and better each day. By the end of the week, I was actually letting myself give in and look forward to all of it.
On the next Monday, Jim – now he had me calling him "Boss" or "Sir", instead of his name – Boss said to me, "Tomorrow is when you're supposed to go back to your lawyer job. But, I'll just bet that you can't do that. I'll bet that you're not qualified no more. Am I right?" "Whaddya mean, Boss? Why wouldn't I be qualified? I can go back." "Doubt that, boi. Tell me who your boss is at that big, fancy law office? What’s his name?" "It's -- it's -- I . . . I . . . I dunno his name -- can't think of it. Just a minute -- it's -- no, nah -- I . . . I dunno who my boss is!"
"You're a dummy, boi. Don't even know your boss' name! How about tellin' me something about lawyering. What was the kind of case called where you screwed my cousin, my best friend, johnnieboi?" "It was called . . . called . . . called a . . . a . . . I . . . I dunno what it was called, Boss." "I don't think you oughtta go back there, boi. I think you better just let go of that high falutin lawyer bit. You ain't no lawyer. Not no more. No way are you smart enough for that!"
"But, what am I gonna do. I won't have any money. How can I earn something to live off of?" "boi, you must have some money stashed away in some big bank . . . and you got stuff . . . lots of stuff. You can sell it off to live off that."
I never went back to where I'd been working. Never called, either. Just never showed up. I guess I hadn't been making big money long enough to have built up a stash nowhere . . . or, maybe I just spent big. Dunno. But, after about three months, there wasn't enough to pay another month's rent. I had been doin' what Boss told me and sellin' stuff. He came over to see what he wanted, and the rest he let me use his van to take it to the flea market on weekend afternoons till it was all sold off. I had a two-year old Audi car. Boss said that I had to “sell” it to him. He found a good, used multi-speed bicycle that cost $150. That’s what he “bought” my car for. He told me to buy the bike with that and to use it or the bus to get around. I had to do what he told me. This makes no sense, I was thinkin’. How? Why? Why would I even consider gettin’ rid of all my stuff?
It was about that time that Boss said to me on one of the days that he took me outta my cages to clean ‘em and check my crotch, “johnnieboi, looks like that equipment of yours is shrinkin’. You probably have thought that was just cuz it’s been penned up in them cages. Truth is, though, steroids aren’t the only thing I been puttin’ in ya. Yup. That little package down there is gonna stay little. Let’s measure.” He got out a tape measure, and it was about an inch and a half, soft. Balls were way little, too. He said, “Well, too bad we can’t see what it is stiff, but you know you aren’t allowed to bate it when the cage is off, so we’ll just guess. Bet it wouldn’t be more ‘n’ ‘bout three inches full out! I heard that guys in the showers used to notice your junk cuz it was so big. Now, they still might be noticin’ it – but for a different reason.”
All this time, I’m still gettin' fucked by Boss right away when I come into the gym. That was usually only afternoons now, cuz of my bein’ at The Hole till 2:00 in the morning. Today, Boss says he's got somethin' extra lined up for me on my Friday and Saturday nights at The Hole. He says, "I think you could get some tips at The Hole in the Wall if you put on the dog's head mask and strap paws on your fists and just crawl around suckin' and savin' the drinkers from havin' to take trips to the urinals."
"What?! Nah, Boss. I couldn't do that," I said. But my cock had immediately tried to test the bounds of its cage between my legs. A thrill ran through me at the thought. I said inside my head, I keep seein' more ways I'm actually still changin’. I thought I couldn’t get lower. But, looks like I can. Ahh. Shit!
Boss went to the cupboard. He took the dog mask out . . . along with knee pads and fist paw-gloves. He said to me, "boi, let's try these on. I got locks for the mask and the gloves, too." He told me to strap on the knee pads, and then he put the mask and the gloves on me and told me, “Get back down in your proper position unless I tell you different." I dropped to the floor. Now my hands were inside the gloves. My "dicklet" was pushing SO hard on its cage. And, my balls were aching inside their cage, too.
"Crawl around on the floor here, johnnieboi. Get used to the feel." I did. I thought, "I wanna do this." I would never have believed I would be in this position -- where doin' this would make my cock wanna get hard! "O.K., boi, crawl over here. My cock's waitin' for your mouth. Grab a hold of that man-milk utter with your mouth and suck it." I did just what he told me. I held it in my mouth and lapped my tongue round his cock head, and then I started movin' up and down his shaft. Boss took the back of my head with his hand and pushed down as I got to the end of each pull. Then, he started face fuckin' me. This was different than being at the glory hole. There I could move my head back – if I wanted – but here Boss controlled that. He was down into my throat. I gagged some and was drooling all over, dribbling it outta my mouth as I sucked. Finally, Boss cummed. He was far enough into me that it went right down my gullet. It was great! Oh, Fuck! After he pulled out, calmly as ever he just told me, “By the way, don’t keep shavin’ your pubes. I want ‘em growin’ out from now on.” Then he told me to go and workout.
Over that time, I’d often see Boss and Joaquin and their other friends when I’d get to The Hole to take my place behind a glory hole. I figure that I probably sucked them all many times without knowing it. Finally, one night, when I hit the door, I saw Boss raise a finger to call me toward him. I went. He told me to step out of my sandals and to strip. Like always, I had to do what he said. I did it. He took the knee pads out of the leather pouch he had on a strap over his shoulder and told me to strap them on my legs. I thought, “Oh Shit!”, but my prick in its cage felt differently about it. This had stopped surprising me. Then he said, “Kneel down.” Once I hit the floor, he reached into the pouch again. He pulled out the dog mask. He buckled the mask onto my head and locked it. Then, he took out two paw-gloves and did the same thing. Then, he took out something I hadn’t seen in his office. It was a dog-tail butt plug. He told me to turn and stick my ass up in the air, and to loosen my hole just like I did when I’d get fucked. In a few seconds, he had the plug secure.
He told me to stay there in a dog sit while he went to the bar. He had the barman ring the bell. Everyone quit talkin’, and Boss told him to announce that one of the glory hole mouths was gonna be on the floor tonight . . . that they should feel free to use the dog. Then he came back to me and said, “O.K., boi. Go and hump a few legs. You should be able to get a lotta cum tonight! Maybe even some piss.” Boss laughed as he shoved me out onto the floor. That was new to me. I’d never even been in a public place where someone was crawlin’ around to service cocks. But, there I was doin’ just that . . . and feelin’ a high cuz of it! I thought how I could not let myself be doing this. It wasn’t me. It disgusted me.
It was a lot like the glory holes, except that it was easier to get the whole cock in my mouth, and I could look up at the face of the man I was pleasuring. I was suckin’ the same rods that I did through the holes, but this was better than the glory holes, I realized. I also thought, I am sinkin’ lower and lower. I dunno if I can get back. There’s gotta be a way for me to escape. By closing time, my back was tired from crawling for hours and looking up. My dog mask and paws were wet with cum. There was a lot less of it on my hair then when I was at the holes, though, cuz of the mask. No one pissed on me or in me that first night. I’d learn later, though, that a lotta them would rather stay where they were to take a leak than to leave their friends and go to the john.
A month or so into this, Boss said one night that we were gettin’ rid of the tail. Then, he announced that my ass was fair game now, too. My prick tried to get hard in its little cage. This was a Friday night. The Hole was packed . . . and mine was gonna be, too, many, many times that night.
Someone fingered my asshole. As soon as the surprise left me, I felt myself back up onto his finger. The drinkers weren’ shy. Next thing I knew, I had my paws up around a man's thigh and I was humpin' his leg with my caged crotch! If my dicklet wasn't caged, it'd been full out big and hard. John Novak ain't no more. The man laughed and pushed me around facin’ the other way. He told me, "Stand up, pup. And, bend over. I'm gonna fuck your ass!" I did what he told me. Soon as I was bent over, I felt the end of a big rod working up and down my crack. It stopped down low. It felt round for a target, and then he started into me. He was gentler than Boss is. I was plenty used to gettin' fucked by then. He worked up to a faster pace. He probably was in me for five minutes before he got moving in and out really fast. Then, he went all the way in hard and just stayed there. His pelvis bucked and pushed my whole body forward. He cummed and cummed into me! I was SO thrilled. I was yellin', "Yea, yea -- fuck my dog man-bitch hole!"
They musta had a line formed. Soon as he came outta me, another cock went in. I heard a guy off to the side say, "Where's the dog's penis? I can't see his cock! Is it up in a sheath, just like a proper dog’s?" There was a lotta laughter. I knew where my penis was. It was as hard as it could get in its little cage. It was leakin', too. I didn't have to look to know that. I was used to how it reacted even in its tight space by then.
Before the guy in my hole was done, another man had pulled over a bar stool in front of me. He put my paws up on it and placed my dog chin on it. "Open", he directed. I did. He put a beer can sized prick into my mouth. SUCKING! I had become expert at doing that behind my glory holes. I started slurppin' his cock head and lickin' up and down his shaft. I was wilder than I'd ever been at the glory holes. This was heaven! I'd never been more excited. I had a cock in both my holes. And, both cocks were workin' me . . . workin' my ass and my throat. When they cummed, they didn't do it together. The guy in my mouth shot first. Pretty quick after he came outta my mouth, the pole in my ass let lose. After he finished, enough cum had built up inside me that I felt it drippin' down the insides of my legs. I just ignored it. This felt great. It went on and on and on. Time flew by me. Seemed like all of a sudden it was time for the bar to close. That meant it was 2:00 A.M.!
Guess it was a good thing that Boss’ cock was so big. After all my daily stops in his office to service him, my hole was plenty ready for size. It wasn’t necessarily ready, though, for such a non-stop night of cocks fuckin’ it for hours.
Boss came over with Joaquin. He told Joaquin to get me home. I don't know how I even remembered, but I piped up and asked, "But, Boss. What ‘bout the tips? What about the money you said I'd be earnin'?" He said, "Don't worry 'bout it. I talked with the owner. He'll send it to ya through me. I AM your Boss, ya remember." How could I forget. The next time I saw him, though, he did give me $200.
When I got home, I just lay there and tried to get a handle on what was happenin’. My money was pretty well gone. I’d have to get outta the apartment in another week. I had to get a job.
I had to escape Boss’ hold on me. I didn’t know what was holdin’ me back from just takin’ a walk . . . I just couldn’t.
Dunno why, but that Monday at the gym, when I saw the two tatted meatheads, I went to talk with them. I’d never done that before. Even over the last months, I’d looked down on ‘em . . . like I used to when I’d look at ‘em and laugh with my other rich buddies.
“John -- that's your name, right?" Without thinking I answered, "Yea, used to be. Now, it's 'johnnie'. Ya can just call me that." Right after saying that I had this thought, ''johnnie is not my name. He was right. It's 'John'. What's goin' on that I'm sayin' I'm 'johnnie'?” He said, "O.K., johnnie. I'm Ape. This here is Hulk." We shook hands. They weren't usually there early – I figured they hadn’t found day work or were off for some reason.
I felt embarrassed that they were bein’ nice to me. I’d trashed them so many times behind their backs. Even when they’d been in the locker room when I was there and naked, they’d never seemed to bother ‘bout my caged dick at all. They sure never whispered to each other ‘bout it or laughed at me.
They said I could work out with ‘em if I wanted. So, that’s what I did. We spotted for each other. We rotated on three pieces of equipment at a time and pumped each other up for our exercises.
Startin’ that day, since I didn't have money to spend on fancy restaurants or nothin', I just hung more and more with them if they were around. They let me work out with them any time I wanted.
So, I had no job. I had to be at the gym every day to get fucked. I hung there afterwards and was working out so many hours every fuckin' day that I was gettin' BIG -- everywhere except between my legs.
It had gotten to be a problem for me to figure my money, so I'd started lettin’ Boss tell me how much I had left. He'd make payments for my bills using my online bank account till it was all gone.
One day after Boss fucked me, he said to me, "O.K., boi. Looks like you don't got nothin' left. Not a penny. Just like what you left my cousin with. You gotta find a job. Sure as hell, you're not smart nuf any more to do anythin' that takes more than what a high school dropout can do. Am I right 'bout that, boi?"
I had tried and tried to think 'bout stuff I must have learned in school. There must be stuff I learned that could help me get a job. I just couldn't bring it back. It was like it had just drained out, like a bucket with a hole in it . . . the water would just leak out till it was gone. That’s how my head felt. That never changed even up till now.
In my workout that day, I was with Ape and Hulk. That was regular now if they were around. They hadn’t caught a job that day. I was glad to see them. Can't believe that I laughed at them with my other “smart” friends back when I first came here -- back when I was "smart", too. I was bein' a jerk back then.
After we worked out hard, we went to the lockers. We got naked and were gonna head for the showers. I sat down on the bench and hung my head. They stopped and asked me what was wrong. I said, "Nah, guys, you don't wanna bother with my shit. I'll figure it out." "What ya gotta figure out?", Ape asked me. "How I'm gonna live," I answered. Hulk said, "I don't get it. You got money, right?” I told him, “I did have money. Not now. It's gone. I don't got a cent. I don't got a job, either."
Ape said, "Well, Big Jim is doin' ya all the time, right? Maybe he'll help ya." "Whaddya mean, 'doin' me'?"
"Sorry, I forgot we'd never talked ‘bout it. Hulk and I figured out weeks ago that your always comin' outta his office when we we’re around at that time of day wasn't cuz you was just shootin' shit with a buddy. He's the one with the key to that cage coverin' your junk. Right?" I said, "Oh, damn. I feel ashamed. Yea. Yea, you're right. He fucks me every day."
Since I'd started, I decided to tell 'em everything. I'd gotten to like them, even trust ‘em. I never felt like they judged me. I said, "But, there's more. Lot more."
"Whaddya mean, 'more'?" "I'll tell ya. You got some time?" They grinned at each and Ape said, “Yea. Like we got shit to do? Sure we got time.” I sat there with them, the three of us naked and me playin' with my tiny caged cock as I talked with ‘em. What I said 'bout them not judging me showed when I realized what I was doin' and moved my hand, telling 'em, “I’m sorry, guys. Don’t wanna disrespect ya.” They laughed. Ape said, "Go right on, man. I'd try to get all I could outta my prick, too, if it was caged up! If it makes ya feel better, how 'bout us two play with ours?" So, as I talked, all three of us were sittin' there and enjoyin' our rods at the same time.
I told them about how I'd gotten a lotta money off of Boss' cousin's court case and how Boss had put together that the case was his cousin’s. Boss had somehow gotten control of my head. Said I thought that Joaquin had somethin’ to do with it. Told ‘em that had gotten me to losin' my job . . . and my smarts. How that ended me up broke. Hulk just said, “Damn, Man. That sucks!”
"Yea -- but there's more," I told them. "There's a bar where Boss and his friends took me back at the start. At first, nearly every night I'd be there behind one of the glory holes in the john. Now, I’m a dog suckin’ dick out on the floor . . . and getting’ fucked." "What bar?" Hulk asked. "The Hole in the Wall," I said. "Damn! – We go to that bar a lot, right Ape?” “Yea – we DO! I like it. johnnie, maybe you've sucked our cocks and had em in your hole, too!" They laughed. At first, I didn't . . . but, then I kinda got why it was funny. Here I was so ashamed tellin' 'em . . . and they might a had their dicks in my mouth and my asshole already! That’s when I finally laughed with 'em.
"Dude," Ape said, "Look, that don't make no difference. Hell, now that we know, if you wanna suck us, you can do it any fuckin' time you want! Right, Hulk?" "Damn straight, right – ‘n’ take our cocks up your ass, too!" he answered. "Look, johnnie," Ape said, "you're being so straight with us 'n' all, I guess ya trust us. And, we got no reason not to trust you. How would ya feel 'bout comin' and stayin' at our place. It's nothin' like them rich digs ya prolly used to . . . but, like ya say, ya got jakshit nothin' now. It's a damn sight better 'n' nothin'!" "You mean that? You guys would let me stay with ya?" Hulk said, "Sure, Dude. Not a problem." "Yea, it is a problem, Man. I don't wanna mooch off you guys.”
“Maybe we can get ya on at a job site doin' construction clean up and go-fer stuff like what we do. You could share payin' rent 'n' all that way." "Fuck, guys. I dunno what to say. I mean, like, I never expected this. You hardly even know me!” Whaddya mean, we don't know ya. After all you've just told us, think maybe we know ya better than anyone in the world right now."
"Maybe you're right. Maybe you do. Only one who might know me better is probably Boss -- I keep thinkin' all the time these last months he knows me better than _me_. I dunno why I'm doing half the shit I am or why I'm forgettin' so much shit . . . but he knows.”
I went home with them from the gym after we'd showered. Their place was quite a dump. Could see the whole thing from the doorway. Really stained mattresses on the floor in one room. No sheets. Some old dirty blankets. Clothes strewn round. Some shelves along one of the walls in the mattress room. A naked light bulb hung from a cord in the center of each room. There was a switch on the wall by each doorway. Smelled stale. Dirty dishes in the sink in the main room. No cigarette smell, though – weight lifters! Just two rooms and the john. No doors except the one to the stairwell from the ground level. Same wall with the sink had an old dirty stove, some shelves, a microwave oven on a little table, an old looking fridge, and there was a bigger table with four different junk-chairs round it. The bathroom opened off of that room. Steam radiators under the windows in the two regular rooms, but not in the john. It was on the inside wall. It had a vent in the ceiling with a missing cover. There was a tiny sink in there, a dirty toilet, and an old, old tub with a shower head above it. The shower curtain and wall looked stained with more than just mineral deposit from drying water. That made me smile. Yea. I probably _would_ really be at home here the way I’d been carryin’ on lately. No judging here!
"Welcome home, johnnie," Hulk said. Despite the way it looked, I was really glad to be there. And, the way they were so open made me feel like it was a safe place to be. I only had a suitcase of clothes left from the sell-off of everything that I had before, and it was in Boss' office.
Ape said, "I think I saw a mattress by the dumpster out back this morning. Lemme go see if it's still there." I thought, ". . . by the dumpster". Guess it's come to that! What the shit is pullin’ me down like this. Why can’t I walk away? I don’t belong in this dump!
Pretty soon he was back with two bunk bed size mattresses over his shoulders. "Yep, it was still there. Another one, too. The garbage men were just turnin' in the end of the alley, so you're in luck, johnnie!" Ape threw one in the room where the other two were. The extra he threw along the wall to the right of the stairway doorway, between it and the opening into the bathroom where there wasn't a door. He said, “Look. Now we got a fuckin’ couch!” Across from it, on the floor in front of the radiator under the window was an old beat up lookin’ T.V.
When they said they were goin’ to bed, I told ‘em, “Since you’ve probably already sampled the goods, how 'bout doin’ me whenever you want from now on?" Fuck NO! Don’t fuck me! But, I knew that I did want ‘em to to!
So, we went into the “bedroom”, put my mattress between theirs, and they did me. One in my ass with the other in my mouth, then they switched places. Ape was bigger in my ass that Hulk, and Hulk was slower and paced in his fuckin’ than Ape. This was my first time suckin’ or getting’ fucked when it was just “friends”. My caged cock was leakin’ a steady stream of pre down to my already filthy mattress. At least now some of those stains would be mine for this first night sleepin’ on it! I cleaned both their cocks off when they finished. Then, I fell off to sleep for the first night in my new home.
I got up when Ape and Hulk did. Instead of going to the gym that day -- the first time in months that I hadn't gone on a weekday -- I went with the guys to see if there was a job open for a helper. I had told Boss yesterday before I left the gym that I wouldn't be there to get fucked cuz Ape and Hulk might be able to get me a job on a work site. He had said, "So, the big lawyer's become a meathead ‘n’ he’s gonna be a laborer. I like that! I'm gonna tell my cousin that the prick who took him down is really screwed now -- and gettin' screwed regular, too!"
I did get a laboring job. I'd never done that kind of hard work before, but being in shape made a difference. By the time I'd been there a week, I had the routine down. I could tell that it was already making me stronger in a different way than the gym did. I had to ask a lotta questions, though, cuz some of the stuff they'd tell me to bring ‘em was new to me. I didn't know what it was.
During that first week or two workin’ as a cleaner and a go-fer, I quit thinkin' at all 'bout my past work or how I knew that I'd forgotten pretty much everything I'd learned in school after about 4th grade. I also was grabbin’ a lotta looks at the construction workers’ crotches. My time at the glory hole had made me real interested in what the bulges in their jeans might be hidin’. ‘Bout The Hole in the Wall, Boss told me after he saw I was gonna be workin’ regular that I should only go there on Fridays and Saturdays from now on. The money from the job was more important. I felt a little disappointed. That surprised me. But, yea – I had to have the money and I could not work till 2:00 A.M. and get up at 5:30 A.M. to go into work on a building site.
In the apartment one night, lookin' at Ape's and Hulk's tats, and Hulk's nearly half-inch long nips, I asked Ape, "Can you think of a good tat for me?" He said, "Yea, I can! You said you didn't want any, so I didn't talk 'bout 'em, but I already got one I thought 'bout a while back.” I asked him, “Really?! What is it?" He said, "Well, you were talkin' 'bout how your brain was emptyin' out 'n' all, so I been thinkin' I could make a tat of a hole at the bottom of your brain with parts of brain fallin' out. Whaddya think, johnnie?"
"Hmm. A hole with the smarts fallin' out. That's pretty much the way it is, all right. DO IT, Ape. Do it right now -- before I lose my nerve.” Ape got a big smile on his face. He got up to dig out his tattooing stuff. He didn't do fancy tats like in the shops where the pros worked. Just basic. He came back into the room. He said, "Look, johnnie, for this to be right, you gotta have a shaved head." "Why the hell I gotta get bald for a tat, Ape?!" "Well, if the hole at the bottom of your brain is down on your neck after where your hair stops -- it's too low.” I just said, "Really? Bald? Damn! Whatever. O.K., bald me, too, then."
Ape looked at Hulk and said, "How 'bout you do his head?" Now it was Hulk's turn to have the big smile on his face. "This is gonna be fun! johnnie, you're gonna look so cool! You're gonna be a whole different johnnie! Shit, back when we first saw ya 'n' your fancy friends comin' into the gym, sure never thought I'd be here and gonna bald you! Damn! I love it!" I almost chickened out. When I finally gave into thoughts 'bout a tat, gettin' bald sure wasn't part of it. Well, my months of growin' this patchy, straggily beard already makes me sorta fit in with these guys that me 'n' my rich friends looked down on -- so, what the hell. Why not bald, too?
Hulk went to work. He first took the electric shaver and put the longest attachment on it. He started in the front at the middle and went all the way back to where my hair quit growin' on my neck. Then, he did the same first on one side of that track and then the other. What the hell, my cock was straining to get out of its cage! How was gettin' balded makin' me hard? But, yea, it was. And, even though my cock hurt cuz o’ the cage . . . I liked it. My dicklet was tellin' me this is just fine! Hulk did the same thing twice more. Then, he worked down to the attachment that is for a bald head. Finally, he got out the shaving cream and a regular safety razor and real careful like made me really bald. It was ‘bout then I noticed that his prick was standin’ straight out from his crotch, hard ‘n’ proud like.
When he told me he was finished, I said, "O.K. I gotta see this." I got up and went and stood in front of the little sink in the bathroom. “Damn! Fuck! Who is that man? He's makin' my prik wanna get outta its cage!" Ape and Hulk laughed. Hulk said, "Yea, I was gettin' hard, too, doin' your head." I told him “Yea. I noticed, Dude.” Ape said, "All three of us was feelin' it. I was hard just watchin'!" I thought, "What the fuck?"
"O.K. My turn," Ape said. I sat back down in the chair at the table and he started workin' on the back of my smooth shaved head. After a while, not too long really, he said, "O.K. I got the hole made. Now, I'm gonna make some pieces of brain look like they're fallin' outta it. Some of 'em up in the hole. Some of 'em already fell out under it. This'll take a little longer." Hulk was standin' where he could see. "Cool," he said, “You’re gonna like this, johnnie. I know ya are." I just stayed quiet. I wasn't having second thoughts. I was just thinkin' how this really was marking me for good as a different kinda person . . . the kind I had been changin' into. I was a meathead myself, now. How? How the hell was Boss makin’ me choose all this crap . . . I didn’t want any of this!
"O.K.," Ape said. "Done." I said, "Wish we had another mirror. I wanna see what it looks like from the back." Ape said, "You can look next time you get to the gym. Use one of them little mirrors tied with the cables next to the sinks in front of the big mirror."
Then Hulk said, "I think you need to put some words there, Ape. You and I got some tats with words." "What words?' Ape asked him. "Well, people need to know what’s the reason for showin' his brains fallin' out." "Yea, maybe. What words ya thinkin' of?" Hulk right away said, "I know. Put 'I used to be smarter'."
"Whaddya think, johnnie? Ya want me to put them words there?" I thought for a minute. Then I said, "What the hell, Ape. Why not? I already got a hole on the back of my bald head. Why not tell anyone lookin' at me 'n' wonderin' why it's there. O.K. Do it, Ape.” As he was finishin' the words, I heard, "Oops." "Oops? What oops? What happened?" He said, "Ah, not too bad. I just see I did somethin' a little bit wrong. Okay?" What could I say . . . or do? It was a tattoo, for chrissake. It wasn’t gonna get erased!
After all that was done, I asked Hulk 'bout his long nips. I'd seen him pumpin' them with screw-on suction tubes. He said, "Yea, johnnie. Been doin' 'em like that for years. They are SO sensitive. Direct line to my cock. Ya know, I'll bet if you started borrowin' my nip pumps, you could make up for havin' that little dick caged up like it is. I'm gonna show ya how."
He got up and went for the pumps. He came back, rubbed some vaseline all round the area of my nipples. Then, he held first one o' the tubes, then the other, tight to my chest with my nip in the middle. He screwed each of ‘em down some from the top of the pump tube. The suction started pullin' my nips into the tubes. “O.K.,” he said. “Every day you're gonna do this. We'll start with just five minutes or so. It'll get longer. After a long nuf time, you’ll have big nips that will make you feel like you've got two more dicks."
I did start pumpin' 'em every day after that. Turned out he was right ‘bout two more cocks. Now, I get a thrill in my crotch whenever me or anyone – or even a tight shirt – touches ‘em. And, they're gettin' bigger, even after all this time.
Didn't finish 'bout my tattoo. Seein' it from the back for the first time next time I was at the gym by usin' the small mirror tied to the drainboard in the lockers, I was surprised . . . little shocked. I shouldn't a been. I'd seen Ape's printing on his and Hulk's bodies, and on some others of us meatheads. (Yup. I knew that to everyone who’d see me from now on, this was gonna show me to be one of 'em. It almost felt good to feel like I belonged somewhere.) Back to my tat again, low down on the back of my bald head just above my neck, beside the pieces of brain fallin’ outta the big hole, it said, "uSeto be", 'n' under it, "sMrtrr". The letters and the crocked lines were like a second grader would print 'em. Guess Ape targeted in on writin’ one letter at a time forgettin’ ‘bout where he was in a word -- or even if it was the right letter. So, there I was. Now, I really was lookin’ like what I had laughed at before! A dumb lookin’ body builder meathead. Serves me right. I figured, "Well, the printin’ is there now. I'm just gonna be proud of it. I'll probably even let Ape do more! No way! No more!
Hulk said, "Man, Dude - where's that fancy-pants big lawyer gone to?" and then he laughed hard. In that moment, I felt like I'd taken another big step into having real bros.
I wondered that night, after they'd fell off to sleep, if my head was getting’ so screwed up inside that I didn’t know anymore what was comin’ from Boss makin' me do shit - and what could be comin’ from me. Could he be changin’ me so much that I could never get back?
To be continued.
