The Experiment Unveiled
A few weeks had passed since that steamy night when Tyler, Jake, and Alex had turned their dorm into a den of raw, muscle-fueled lust. What started as an explosive threesome had evolved into a daily ritual of sweat-soaked workouts, brutal fucks, and an unbreakable bond between the three bodybuilding beasts. But things had taken a wild turn when Tyler revealed he’d been part of the university study from before their first encounter—some experimental biotech trial aimed at enhancing male virility through hormone boosters and gene tweaks. The goal? To supercharge cum production, making it more potent, voluminous, and intoxicatingly musky. Tyler, with his already impressive output, became the star subject, his early participation explaining the unusually heavy loads Jake had noticed that first time.
Now, Tyler’s balls churned like factories, producing loads that could fill a 500 ml bottle in a single session. The cum wasn’t just abundant; it was thicker, creamier, with a heightened pheromone-laced scent that drove Jake and Alex wild—earthy, salty, with notes of raw masculinity that lingered on the skin like an addictive cologne. The researchers had discovered side effects too: this enhanced semen was packed with proteins, vitamins, and growth factors that boosted muscle recovery, skin health, and even libido when ingested or applied topically. Drinking it was like chugging a supercharged protein shake, but bathing in it or using it as shampoo? That amplified the benefits tenfold, turning their bodies into paragons of pumped perfection.
Every morning, the routine kicked off with Tyler milking himself in the bathroom, his massive hand wrapped around his veined, throbbing cock—now even thicker from the treatments, easily 9 inches of girthy meat. He’d stroke with slow, deliberate pumps, grunting as his balls tightened, unleashing torrent after torrent into a sterile bottle until it brimmed with warm, viscous white gold. The smell filled the room, a heady musk that made Jake and Alex’s dicks twitch from across the dorm. “Fuck, boys,” Tyler would growl, capping the bottle with a satisfied smirk. “Breakfast is served.”
Jake and Alex had become addicts, guzzling the bottles daily like it was their lifeblood. Jake, with his chiseled abs and boulder shoulders, would chug half straight from the source sometimes, dropping to his knees while Tyler jerked into his open mouth, the overflow dribbling down his chin onto his pecs. “Tastes like heaven, man—thick and salty, coats my throat just right,” Jake would moan, his own cock hardening as the nutrients hit his system, fueling his gains. Alex, the hairier brute with his tree-trunk thighs, preferred mixing it into his post-workout shakes, blending the cum with whey protein and bananas for a creamy smoothie that left him buzzing with energy. “It’s making my muscles pop harder,” he’d say, flexing his biceps as veins bulged like ropes. “And fuck, the pump lasts all day.”
But drinking was just the start. The trio explored every erotic use imaginable, turning Tyler’s enhanced loads into a versatile elixir of pleasure and power. Bathing in it became a nightly orgy of indulgence. They’d fill the tub with hot water and pour in a full bottle, the cum swirling like milk in the steam, turning the bath into a slippery, aromatic soup. Jake would sink in first, his sculpted body submerging as the warm fluid clung to his skin, absorbing into his pores. “Feel it soaking in,” he’d groan, stroking his cock under the surface as Alex joined him, their legs tangling. Tyler would watch from the edge, his dick leaking precum, before diving in to pin Jake against the tub wall. They’d fuck slow and deep in the cum-infused water, Alex grinding against Jake’s ass while Tyler thrust into Alex, the liquid amplifying every sensation—slick, warm, and pheromone-drenched. Emerging from the bath, their skin glowed, muscles looking fuller, veins more pronounced, as if the cum had sculpted them anew.
Using it as shampoo took things to filthy new heights. In the shower, Alex would lather Tyler’s fresh load into Jake’s hair, massaging it in with strong fingers, the thick cream foaming slightly as it mixed with water. “Rub it deep, bro—let it nourish that scalp,” Alex would command, his cock pressing against Jake’s back. Jake’s hair would shine afterward, thicker and healthier, but the real thrill was the lingering scent—a constant reminder of Tyler’s dominance that made heads turn in the gym. They’d rinse off, but not before Alex bent Jake over, using another dollop of cum as lube to slide his girthy rod into Jake’s tight hole, pounding him under the spray until they both exploded, adding more to the mix.
The erotic applications didn’t stop there. They slathered it on like lotion after workouts, rubbing the warm cum into each other’s sore muscles—Tyler’s hands gliding over Jake’s quads, kneading the cream in until it absorbed, leaving a glossy sheen that highlighted every cut and curve. “It’s like oiling up for a show,” Tyler would say, his fingers dipping lower to stroke Jake’s balls, coating them in his own essence. Alex discovered it made an incredible massage oil, lying face-down as Jake straddled him, drizzling cum down his broad back and working it in with firm strokes, the friction building until Alex flipped him and fucked him raw on the floor, the slippery residue making every thrust glide effortlessly.
Cooking with it elevated their meals to obscene levels of intimacy. Tyler’s cum became a secret ingredient in their bodybuilding diet, infusing everything with its nutty, savory flavor. They’d whip up protein-packed pancakes, stirring a quarter-bottle into the batter— the cum adding a creamy richness that made the stacks fluffier, tasting like a forbidden dessert. Jake would flip them on the griddle, his naked body apron-clad, while Alex sucked Tyler off under the table for a fresh top-up. “Drizzle it on like syrup,” Alex would growl, pouring warm cum over the hotcakes before devouring them, the taste exploding on his tongue as he imagined it fueling his gains. For savory dishes, they’d marinate chicken breasts in a cum-based sauce mixed with herbs and garlic, the proteins tenderizing the meat while imparting that addictive musk. Eating it together turned dinners into foreplay—feeding each other bites, lips brushing, leading to Alex bending over the counter as Tyler and Jake took turns filling him from both ends, their cocks slick with leftover marinade.
They even experimented with desserts: cum-infused yogurt parfaits layered with fruits and granola, the thick semen blending seamlessly for a tangy, erotic treat. “Suck it down like this,” Jake would tease, spooning it into Alex’s mouth before replacing the spoon with his dick, face-fucking him while Tyler watched, stroking himself to add more. And for quick snacks, they’d freeze portions into popsicles—solid rods of frozen cum that they sucked on during study breaks, the cold melting on their tongues, releasing waves of flavor that had them rock-hard and ready to rut.
All this indulgence paid off in the gym. Their bodies transformed: Jake’s chest ballooned to new proportions, Alex’s back widened like a barn door, and Tyler’s arms hit 20 inches cold. Their coach, a grizzled veteran named Coach Harlan—6’5” of retired pro bodybuilder muscle, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a perpetual bulge in his sweats—noticed the leap in performance. During a grueling squat session, he watched them rep out sets with weights that should’ve crushed them, their forms perfect, recovery instantaneous. “What the hell are you boys on?” Harlan barked, his eyes lingering on their sweat-soaked tanks clinging to rippling torsos. “You’ve packed on 10 pounds of pure muscle in weeks. Spill it—I want in.”
The trio exchanged smirks in the locker room later, stripping down as steam filled the air. Tyler, ever the alpha, stepped forward, his enhanced cock already semi-hard. “It’s a special supplement, Coach. Home-brewed.” He pulled out a fresh bottle from his bag, the contents swirling thickly. Harlan’s eyes widened, inhaling the musk that wafted out when Tyler uncapped it. “Drink up. Or better yet, let us show you the full treatment.”
Harlan hesitated, but the scent hooked him—primal, irresistible. He took a swig, the creamy load sliding down his throat, igniting a fire in his veins. “Fuck… that’s potent.” Emboldened, Jake and Alex closed in, their hands roaming Harlan’s massive frame, peeling off his clothes to reveal a hairy, veined physique that screamed experience. Tyler poured cum over Harlan’s chest, rubbing it in as lube while Alex dropped to suck the coach’s thickening dick, tasting the mix of sweat and anticipation.
What followed was a locker room frenzy: Harlan on his knees, guzzling from Tyler’s bottle while Jake fucked his mouth, the cum overflowing. Alex rimmed Harlan’s ass, prepping it with tongue and fingers dipped in semen, before sliding in deep, the coach’s hole clenching around him. Tyler joined, double-penetrating Harlan with Alex, their cocks grinding together inside the tight heat as Jake fed Harlan his load straight from the tap. They bathed him in it afterward, pouring bottles over his body in the showers, massaging it into every inch—shampooing his hair, lotioning his muscles—until Harlan was moaning like a bitch in heat, his own cock erupting hands-free.
“Welcome to the club, Coach,” Tyler growled, pulling him into a cum-slicked group hug. From then on, Harlan was hooked, joining their rituals, his body rejuvenating as they explored even more uses: cum facials for glowing skin, enemas for internal boosts, even mixing it into energy gels for mid-workout fuel. The dorm became a haven of endless, erotic experimentation, their bodies—and bonds—growing stronger with every drop.
