Soaked

Aaron racked the barbell and lay on the bench, panting. His tanktop clung to his torso, soaked with sweet. His mounded pecs rose as he breathed in heavily. 

“That’s a good PR, Aaron. Good PR,” Big Tom said, watching from the side. He slowly stood up from the other bench, his seventy-years-old knees cracking. “Let me help you take those plates off, boy. I can see you’re worn out from training.”
“It’s nothin’,” Aaron smiled. “I can get them.”

“Three hours of chest workout is ‘nothing’? Ha! That’s why you’re my favorite young man to train. Humble. You don’t see that a lot now.” Big Tom reached up and patted Aaron’s sweaty shoulder. “You sure you’re fine with locking up? The gym crew and janitor already left. You’ll miss the bus.”

“It’s no problem; it’s not a long walk.”

“OK then. Be sure to shower off; you’re like a walking puddle!”

Aaron laughed and waved goodbye to his trainer. “Yeah yeah, I know, it’s gross. Thanks for coming out tonight, coach.”

Big Tom smiled at his favorite trainee then shuffled his short, wizened body out the door, and Aaron started taking the plates off his bar. Even his forearms were sore from having held up and stabilized the heaviest weight he had ever pressed, and his chest was screaming with his new, growing gains — as well as stretching out his tank to its limit. His nipples, dark and wide circles under the sopping white fabric, hardened beneath his cooling sweat. They tingled from his intense chest exercise, and, left alone in the gym, he wanted then and there to massage them and see if he could bust a nut just from rubbing them, but he decided to wait for the shower. 

When the last plate was back on its dowel, Aaron looked around to make sure he hadn’t left anything else out of place. Then he noticed, in the alcove by the vending machine, someone in black tracksuit pants and a black, zipped hoodie, with the hood pulled over their face. 

“Hey, if you’re in here to steal something, you got another thing coming!” Aaron marched towards the person, when someone else spoke from his right, coming from the door leading to the locker room. 

“We’re not here to steal anything.”

Another door opened for a third person, to Aaron’s left. “But you have something to give up, and there’s a big reward if we let them have it.”

“Yeah? Well, a fight is all you three are gonna get!” Aaron shouted, clenching his fists.

From behind him, a fourth voice taunted in a sing-song voice. “No no, you’re getting a fight — probably the hardest fight of your life. But don’t worry; you’re going to love losing.”

Then all four people began to mutter, and the muttering turned to chanting while Aaron stood his ground, waiting for one of them to come at him. As the seconds passed, his head began to throb — not with pain, but with pulses of grogginess, which turned to a deep lethargy. He stumbled back, tired, as if he hadn’t slept for days. “What… what the… no….” Aaron fell onto the gym floor in his sweaty gym clothes, sprawled out deep in sleep, his mouth open and drooling, lost in a dark dream.

—-

“Hey, sleepy head. You’re almost here.”

“Aw, you’re right; his eyes are opening. Can we start having fun now, Fior?”
“Wait, Bête, he’s almost ready.”

“Uhhh, my head. It’s heavy…” Aaron tried to sit up, but his arms, splayed out to either side, could barely move a few centimeters in any direction. He looked at them; at each wrist, a black silk cord bound him and stretched out into invisible darkness. His ankles, too, lay tied together by a single, thin rope that vanished into darkness as well, leaving him trapped facing upwards in a T-shape. There was no ceiling, just a roofless darkness. Nothing existed above or around the smooth, obsidian plate on which Aaron lay. He could see his own body, but no actual light shone from anywhere. 

Wisps of darkness like smoke coalesced, and, to Aaron’s shock, two young men appeared. Their toned, slender bodies looked boyish, like short, lithe college freshmen with tiny dicks, who would rather paint than lift weights — except for their glutes. Each one had a peach deep and wide: juicy enough to jiggle like a pudding, and meaty enough to crush a cock. What distracted Aaron from their endowed bums was their skin — one pale pink, the other pale blue, like cotton candy — smooth, soft like polished stone. They wore little, frail gold crowns. Fat asses aside, they seemed like colorful, angelic twinks — except for their wings, which were pastel like their skin but leathery like a bat’s.

“Oh good, you’re fully asleep,” said Bête, the blue one who lay by Aaron on his stomach, leaning on his forearms next to the muscular young man. He rubbed a silky finger over Aaron’s rippled obliques.

“Where am I?” Aaron asked.
“You’re right where you left off, silly,” said Fior, the pink one. He rubbed the hair on Aaron’s chest with a light touch. “Lying down, having a nice sleep wherever you are.”

“So you put me to sleep? Where did you take me? If you want money, I can try to hook you up. Just don’t… take my organs for your… circus freak show or whatever!”

“You still don’t get it, handsome.” Fior, replied, gripping Aaron’s thick, right-side pec in his small, soft hand. “Your body is still sleeping, wherever you are. We didn’t bring you anywhere; we’re inside your mind. Some demon worshippers must have summoned us again.”

“What!? I’m… is this death? Am I in hell?”

“Not yet,” Bête said before licking Aaron’s exposed left pit. His tongue bathed the skin and fur, tasting him like sampling a delicacy.

With a deep growl, Aaron pulled with all his might on the silk cords. His body was plenty strong enough to break cords so fragile, but seeing that the silk strands held firm, he knew what they said was true — he wasn’t in the physical world anymore. 

“No sense trying to get out, muscle mortal,” Fior teased with a grin. “You can’t escape until you wake up. So, you better hope you were snared in that spell close to dawn, or else.…” His tongue started lapping at Aaron’s nipple, making it harden. 

Aaron felt his cock twitch. “Or else what?”

“Don’t worry about it; just let yourself relax and get hard,” Bête answered before licking the other pec. 

As their tongues lapped his chest and nipples, they made hungry sounds like lion cubs and rubbed their pastel hands over his juicy muscles, and firm brown skin. 

Aaron felt his blood pump to his cock, and he tried to think. This must be a dream; I… I fell asleep at the gym. I’m just super tired from my workout, and horny because it was intense. I’m just having a freaking crazy wet dream; I have to be! It’s, like, ten hours before the gym reopens. You’ll wake up by then.

“You won’t wake up if you’re totally drained of energy, though,” Fior said, looking up with a cruel, amused smile. “Don’t look surprised, stupid; we’re in your mind, so we can read all your thoughts. Unless you’re a telepathic mage, which judging by these muscles you are absolutely not.” He started slurping the swollen pec again.

“What you are,” added Bête, “ is a delicious mortal, young and full of vitality and a kind, strong soul.”

“So that’s what you want….” Aaron felt a cold, sinking feeling in his stomach, even as the tender lickings of his nipples sent blood to his cock. It slowly began to fill, even as he willed against it. 

“No use, mortal. You can delay the process, but ten hours? No, we’ve pleasured strong, young men for over a hundred years — we won’t fail, not with so much time to make you feel so good it kills you.” Fior blew a kiss and winked. “Just relax, let us sap your strength —”

“And when your body and mind are exhausted, then we’ll drink away that delicious soul,” Bête added. As he said that, their tongues lapped longer and wetter, with more heat that softened Aaron’s chest, relaxing it, making his blood flow more easily downwards. 

“Yes, that’s right, mortal — look at his cock, Bête.”

“It’s growing, filling up! My my, wherever his body actually is, it must be making quite the sight! It’s much bigger than the last seven or eight men, and it’s not even halfway full!” Saliva was dripping on Bête’s glossy, blue lips. He licked it up with his purple tongue and crawled over to watch the cock grow. “I know we have hours, but I can’t wait. I can feel how strong he is, and I want to break him!”

Fior crawled over to Aaron’s growing meet. “Let’s get started, then.”

Aaron couldn’t help but moan as the two twink demons began licking his sack. Their eyes watched his ecstasy with cruel mirth. “Oh, no — we’re making his cock even bigger! Do you think he doesn’t believe we’re planning to milk his soul out?”

“Maybe he changed his mind and wants it.” The two imps laughed and continued slurping on his smooth sack.

“No, please don’t do this… I…!”

“You feel so good! See how much your body wants it? Look, open your eyes, you big, dumb animal!” Fior cooed sweetly. 

Aaron caved and opened his eyes. It was true: His body wanted the pleasure, and his cock  attested to that fact. His twenty-three centimeters stood at full mast, with his foreskin stretched out and barely able to contain the ruddy glans and its pent-up precum.

The two imps rose up on their knees and turned their backs to his cock, retracting their tiny wings so that Aaron could see his throbbing pillar get pressed between their heavy, full asses. They pressed together so that his trapped cock was enveloped in soft, smooth skin. Their glute-embrace felt warm and pillowy, and there was no way for Aaron to move unless he wanted to thrust up and quicken the process of getting milked.

“Mmm, feel that throbbing mortal cock. It’s so full of life, it’s spilling out.”

“Yesss, I can feel it trickling from the tip of his big, strong dick.” Bête turned to Aaron. “Want us to start? Want to watch your big, virile penis betray you?”

Aaron swallowed hard.

“Oh, he hesitated a moment! Guess that means ‘yes’!” 

“Wait, ahhh— ahhh…. that…. unnnhhh….,” Aaron groaned. Their fat, juicy asses bounced up and down in perfect sync, stroking his cock with thick ripples of smooth flesh. The motion pulled down his foreskin, unleashing all the precum building in his pipe. The juice streamed down and served as lube for the twin asses to better grind his meat. 

“It’s too much…. not like this!”
“Hear that? ‘Not like this’? I think he’s asking for bigger booties,” Fior said. “Don’t look away, mortal; watch these cakes make you feel so good it hurts!”

Cheeks wet with fresh precum, the twins quickened their pace, making wet splat sounds in the echoing void as their warm skin swelled, their asses growing fatter until each cheek was the size of a cantaloupe, until all of Aaron’s cock was being stroked, up and down, by the rhythmic milking. His balls tightened, hurting with the thick load pent up inside his system. He tried to will his incoming orgasm away, but he couldn’t look away from the two obscenely large, silky-smooth bums consuming his cock. He grit his teeth, then yelled. “NnnyaaaHHH! AH!! UHHhhh….” 

The imps moaned lasciviously and hungrily, slowing their cocks to let the ropes escape his dick. Big wads of cream-white seed erupted from his body. The first few shot up high, and splattered loudly on Aaron’s sweaty abs, his dark pubic hair, and the two pairs of engorged ass cheeks. The several spurts that followed after oozed out and slid down his cock like sap from a fallen tree. The rivers of white goo, hot and fragrant, coated his cock and balls. 

Back in the gym, lying on the floor, Aaron’s unconscious body groaned with closed eyes. His gym shorts pitched a large tent in the air with his massive hardon. It twitched violently, pressing against the fabric, then spurted hot, white seed in multiple shots. The gooey release soaked his shorts, then began oozing through the mesh, making an obscene puddle on the floor.

———

Aaron panted in the darkness, feeling fatigue and a deep, pervasive emptiness inside himself. His cock still pulsed, twitching, even after his first load had left his sack.

“Aw, Fior, he’s still got some fight left…” Bête said with a pout.

“Of course he does; he’s disciplined, strong, and young,” Fior said.

“But I want to drink him now!”
“A strong, healthy bull is always harder to fell. But the meat is sweet! Maybe you should really try to finish him off?”

Bête grinned, showing his small, sharp teeth. “Maybe he’s not such a sweety after all. Mortals have lots of perverted desires.” He stood up over Aaron’s half-hard cock. 

Aaron tensed his brow and glared at the imp, and panted, “I’m not letting you win; I’m not cumming again.”

Bête put on a pout and squatted down so his drenched ass cheeks were grazing Aaron’s cock. “But, daddy, I want to break you,” he purred. “Don’t you want to break me too?” He put his hands on his slender torso. “Think you can fit your big manhood inside me without tearing me apart? It was so big a second ago, and wide. Should I try to fit it inside me?”

“Get — get off me!”

“You don’t have to say anything; just get hard, throbbing, and swollen if you want my little-hell-prince ass to get torn apart by that huge, juicy human meat.”

Fior stepped behind Aaron, knelt, and put Aaron’s head in his lap. He then rubbed Aaron’s pecs and nipples with cum scraped up from the man’s abs. “Your cock is twitching; let’s make your mind imagine it, OK? Mmm, yes, you’re weaker now — so let us do some of the thinking for you.”

Aaron moaned, feeling the soft hands tease his firm pecs and dark brown nipples. “S-stop!”

“Yes, think about how much your cock wants to ruin my brother’s hole, stuffing him full of throbbing, eager meat, flooding him with your precious seed. Tearing him apart while he gasps and is ruined by your thrusts.”

“Get out of my head, I … no, my dick!” Aaron looked at his shaft; it was full, hard, and purple-brown again, engorged painfully with balls filling up with life-rich cum.

Bête moaned. “Mmm, Fior, his big glans is pushing at my tight hole.”

“That means he wants it. Devour it, Bête,” Fior said, not stopping his cruel caresses.
Aaron watched Bête slide down, slowly, putting on a pretend pained face. “Ah, daddy, stop! You’re filling me up; I can’t handle it.”

Fior laughed and squeezed Aaron’s nipples. “You’re so turned on imagining you’re hurting his little hole; what a pervert.”

“No, I… god no, it’s too tight!” Aaron was sweating; Bête’s inside was warm and wet, as if he was made out of silk and hot oil. “It’s… so warm… ahhh…. no… feels so.…”

“Mmm, he likes it, Bête. Keep going; take all of him inside you.”

“He’s such a pervert, isn’t he?” Bête chuckled before acting pained again. “Ah! Daddy look, you’re pushing my stomach out!”

Aaron opened his eyes and gasped, trying not to cum immediately. Bête had indeed taken his whole shaft, and he could see it outlined against his skin, pressing from his little imp body. He could see the dick veins pulsing just beneath the surface, and the glans right below where the imp’s ribcage bones would be. 

Except there were no bones, no organs — just a mass of dense, wet, fleshy material. A million little cells of pure pleasure drenching and squeezing and warming Aaron’s cock. He could feel his precum dripping steadily in and mixing with the demon juices. Bête contracted his whole insides, rhythmically, with a quickening pace. Aaron moaned against his will, and he could feel his balls pulling up, preparing to betray him again.

Fior knelt by his twin. “Look how big you are inside him, mortal. See how you’re destroying his insides with this powerful tool? Maybe it’s too strong for us to juice you. Should I help him find out?”

Aaron shook his head, gritting his teeth to keep from cumming.

“Shhh, don’t worry, it’ll be over soon. Just watch us ruin you so good, muscle ox.” While Bête continued to whimper and squeeze Aaron with his insides, Fior wrapped his hands around his brother’s back to grip the silhouette of Aaron’s cock. He began stroking it, squeezing Bête’s skin to make jerk Aaron’s excited dick. 

“Yes, cum. Let’s see if this one finishes you off, you dumb bull.”

Aaron groaned. “It’s too much, please don’t make me — AAHHH!!” His hips thrust up as Bête’s flesh strangled his cock. He could feel his dense ropes filling the interstices of Bête’s body, pressing out his stomach, filling him with seed like a water balloon. 

“That’s it, more! Burn away that energy!” Fior said, while milking him more through his twin’s skin. “Bête, keep squeezing; this might be it!”

Aaron began to yell in both unbelievable pleasure, almost to the edge of pain. He groaned as the cumshots continued, until Bête coughed and began spewing out his overflowing seed. Fior pressed his mouth to Bête’s and began licking and drinking the cum from his throat. It kept flowing, down his pink mouth too, splattering on the table, flooding out of Bête’s heavy bum. 

Aaron’s mind was swimming, like a man lost in an ocean at night, whose body is exhausted from fighting and just wants to drown.

In the gym, still three hours before the first staff member was scheduled to arrive, Aaron groaned in his sleep. His soaked shorts couldn’t begin to hold back the flood of ropes firing from his cock. His tanktop, legs, chest, and back were soaked as liters of semen poured from his fading body. Still, he couldn’t wake up, even as his weakening cock spluttered a few more drops. 

———

Aaron’s blurry vision could barely make out what was happening. 

“Oh, your spirit isn’t crushed yet; I was wondering why I haven’t been able to milk out that sweet, mortal soul yet,” Fior said, stroking Aaron’s re-hardening cock with two hands. Bête, still swollen with his small womb full of Aaron’s seed, was helping as well. Aaron’s breath was shallow as he watched all four petit hands twisting and milking on his pole, using leftover cum to slick him up. 

“Usually mortals expire after such a deep milking, but that’s what makes you special — and so tasty. You maybe would survive if you had more time, but — oh well,” Fior said carelessly. “Time to finally end you, bull.” He stood up over Aaron’s rock-hard cock, with his glutes facing the human. “Look at these beautiful ass cheeks. So pink and fleshy.”

Aaron, despite himself, felt his blood pump with lust. 

“What’s that, idiot? You want them bigger? OK then.” Fior reached behind and gripped his own cheeks, squeezing and jiggling them. As he did so, they grew bigger, juicier, fatter — each cheek swelled from the size of a cantaloupe to a watermelon. “Oh, Diablo!” Fior moaned, “they’re so heavy, I can’t stand up,” he teased. Suddenly he slammed down on Aaron’s cock.

Aaron’s mouth gasped wide open, “AHHH!” He shouted then grit is teeth hard, tossing his head back and forth. Bête had gone slowly, but Fior was fierce and stronger. The soft, warm chasm from the top of his cheeks to his hole was so deep, only the last third of Aaron’s twenty-three centimeters could enter the imp’s hole at first — but that was enough for Fior to abuse him, pressing so hard that a weaker cock would be crushed into uselessness. The honey-sweet juice of his demonic insides ran down Aaron’s cock, slicking the chasm, drenching Aaron one last time. 

“Oh, you’re already close! I can feel it!” Fior squatted a bit lower, taking more of his dick prisoner.

Aaron could feel his body preparing to cum. He could feel his energy pooling in his balls, trying to make one last, deep orgasm from what was left of his strength. “Stop… it’s too much… it’s too…” It’s too good; it feels too good! he thought, at which the imps laughed. 

Fior reached down and cupped Aaron’s huge balls, one in each hand. “Mmm, these precious spheres are so warm and full. How many seconds away do you think he is from cumming, Bête?”

Bête was sitting by Aaron’s head, watching him slowly give in to the animal urge to cum, rubbing the human’s dark brown hair. “Not even a minute. I can smell his pheromones from here, on the other side. Wherever he is, he’s lying in so much cum his body can’t keep up — and still he’s so horny for it he reeks of lust!”

Fior chuckled. “What a dumb animal! That need to breed is so strong in them. Should I put him out of his misery?” Fior began to flex his insides and his ass cheeks. “There it is! Oh he’s really struggling now!”

Aaron tried to look away, but the sight was too surreal and too sensual: the huge globes of flesh on Fior’s petit body milked him like a penned bull, relentlessly, methodically working his rigid meat. “It’s so good, it feels… oh no, I’m going to cum!”

Bête was sucking his pec and moaning, Fior laughed and panted as he slammed his full self down onto Aaron, trapping the human’s cock to the hilt and squeezing, crushing, milking him with all his power.

“It’s cumming! No! Please! My cock!”

The ground shook, and a white crack etched itself into the void above. Aaron’s balls stood on the edge of an abyss of infinite, fatal pleasure, but he looked at the crack of light. 

Fior gasped, and Bête looked up.

“No, someone’s —! Bête, help me!” Fior shouted before resuming the full use of his tempting body. His colossal cakes slid up and down, loudly pounding against Aaron’s firm muscles, drenching him in juice. Bête slurped on Aaron’s pec, and he spewed up cum to grease the muscles and try to arouse Aaron just a little bit more, tom push him over the edge.
Aaron could feel the filaments of the silk bands start to rupture. His arms felt more in control, but he was so weak from his milkings. Still, for a moment he tried to raise himself up, but he felt his body resist — and his animal nature wanted more than anything to explode like a volcano and gush out its seed.

More cracks appeared in the dark above, shining light down. Fior’s ass, slamming harder, grew even bigger, trying to weigh Aaron down. Bête straddled him too, pressing his heavy ass into Aaron’s handsome face, attempting to distract him with his cakes. They tasted sweet to Aaron’s mouth. “Please, daddy, give in; stay with us! Let us make you feel so good you don’t ever want to leave!” Bête said, crushing Aaron’s face and massaging his pecs, trying to overload him with pleasure. Aaron moaned in to the cakes, giving in to the lust, driving his tongue into the imp’s hole, drinking its lust juices mixed with his own sweet cum.

“YES! Like that, Bête! His balls are tightening!” Fior laughed. Aaron moaned deep; his body felt like pure pleasure. His ego tried to tell him to escape, but his body had given in. He lost the will to care; he needed to cum, to give in to the thirst, no matter what. His sack was in the last moments before erupting. Fior gripped Aaron’s cock silhouette as it pressed out from his pink tummy. “Yes, I feel it! His balls are twitching, it’s coming up his tubes! He’s going to—!!!”

“Hey, bro! Dude, wake up!” River was shaking Aaron by the shoulders, kneeling down by him on the gym floor.

“Ah! Take it, milk me!” Aaron gasped, opening his eyes. 

He was looking at River — his handsome gym buddy, with his wavy black hair poking from under his beanie, and his tank top barely holding in his smooth, shiny pecs. “Oh sorry, I’m— ahh, ufff!!” Aaron’s cock shook as he orgasmed, six jets of a (relative for him) normal load size — but releasing enough cum to push through his ruined mesh shorts and splatter onto River’s forearm.

“Bro,” River laughed, “What the fuck? Were you having wet dreams all night? Look at the floor!” He laughed again. “Dude, you’re lucky I came in early. In a few more hours, everyone would have seen you fucking wrecking yourself. Must have been a hell of a wet dream! You’re drenched up to your neck in cum, bro!”

Aaron sat up, weak and shaky. He put his hand to his head. He felt like he could sleep three days straight — and he probably would, after he ate about ten thousand calories. “I… I guess I did. It was… an intense dream.”

“Dude, come on, get up.” He helped Aaron stand, and caught him as the big stud almost fell over. “Whoa! Easy! You wore yourself out there! Hold it together; let me help you shower off. You can borrow my street clothes; they should be a close enough fit.”

“Yeah, uh, thanks. I just… need to recover.”

“Yeah, take a couple days off, bro; you know they say recovery is half the game.”