My Little Brother Took Rejuvenex

So, by now I'm sure you've heard of Rejuvenex. It's only the Drug of the Century. Essentially, it's changed the face of our entire society. Every man over the age of 55 will turn into a muscle god over the period of just a few weeks and less than half of them will get younger looking. Results vary. Sometimes you will have a 20 year old looking stud who looks like he plays college football but he's really someone's great grandfather. The older the individual, the more powerful the effects Rejuvenex will have. And yes, if a man starts taking Rejuvenex at 55, he'll buff up, but then over time he will continue growing until he peaks. Height tends to peak at 7 feet, although most don't reach quite that far...yet. In 20 years, it's likely that a majority of Rejuvenex users will reach that height. But for now, there's a scale. Ten percent look chronologically 40 to 50 years old. That's in appearance only. Fifteen percent will look 30 to 40. Ten percent 20 to 30. And a special 5 percent will look anywhere between 15 and 19. Scientists have said it has something to do with telomeres, whatever those are. But there was an additional side effect that the makers of the drug never anticipated. They had created the fountain of youth and the world was in a tailspin. Some countries had banned it. Most had severely regulated it so that it was never over the counter, and for good reason. You see as elderly men across the planet celebrated not only newfound youth, but also having the muscular bodies of jock gods, somewhere along the way other people were bound to try it. Adult men would take it to no affect, of course and nothing they did would stimulate the amazing and unprecedented growth that was occurring in their elders. But then a few teens got their hands on it and...well...if they haven't reached puberty yet and the body hasn't begun to produce sperm, they would apparently also shoot right into adulthood. And with them, at least half would look about between the ages of 15 and 20. Ten percent would look to be between 20 and 30. Ten percent would wind up looking as old as their dads between 30 and 40. Ten percent would look 40 to 50. 20 percent would look elderly but with huge bodies. 

By now the stats are pretty well known and widely reported. Rejuvenex was the cure for unstoppable diseases. It was regulated that any adult male (it didn't work for women, unfortunately) over the age of 55 could legally obtain it, but as for pre-pubescents? Well, it didn't work for kids age 7 or below but 8 to 15 (depending on if they have or haven't started producing those hormones) would interact with the drug. So that means that for those lucky few kids that get cancer or other life threatening illnesses, they got a one stop ticket to adulthood. 

At least on paper. You see, there was an illicit market to grow kids into muscle beasts. Most parents would never want this in a million years, regardless of the fact it seemed to do nothing to alter the lifespan and in fact was projected to double most people's lives. But the parents looking to get their kids into acting, singing, or who wanted their kids to get jobs so they could help the family, those parents might just get their hands on some doses. Not to mention the parents that just want star athletes. Taking into full consideration that equivalency laws mandate that kids on Rejuvenex get automatic adult privileges and rights (drinking, smoking, sex, the ability to get jobs for anyone willing to hire them) almost no parent on Earth would ever want their child "rejuved" up. Some parents whose children were being bullied were the top of the list of arrests for "distribution with intent to age progress" which was a new crime of the decade. You heart cases coming forward all the time now on that subject. Most parents who wanted a bullied kid all growed up so they didn't have to worry for their safety had found loopholes by going to countries like Cuba or Columbia where distribution to minors was fully legal. It was the new plastic surgery. Only with way better results. 

Which brings me to my brother, Gregory. This is him:

Cute, wasn't he? Obviously, this isn't how he looks now. As cute as he is, he wasn't popular. He was a genius and highly picked on at school. His life of being bullied had resulted in him coming home with black eyes and bruises all over. It didn't help that he had a natural desire to lead others and he didn't take crap from anyone. He was pretty much at war with the school bullies who by the way were just scum gang members. Our house was vandalized a number of times with spraypaint. The fact my brother was rumored to be gay didn't help him and being a really conservative area he found very little support at school. People just didn't want to give him the time of day. He was branded as a gay nerd, even though he wasn't well, gay. That I knew of, at least.

So then my uncle and my parents went behind my back. I'm only a year older than my brother. He's 13, I'm 14. But I guess he hadn't started jacking off like I had yet. Because one day I came home and my mother wanted to have a very serious discussion with me and as she described how Gregory had been taken to South America, I went from baffled to incensed.

How could they do this. I screamed at her. It wasn't okay. It wasn't natural. Really I just felt betrayed. I should be the older, big brother. That was how it was supposed to be. This was going to ruin everything. It was going to ruin my life.

I got emails from Gregory. At first scared because he didn't speak Spanish but our Uncle Joe did and he was definitely keeping a watchful eye on him. Taking care of all the paperwork and making sure he was well taken care of. He was in this cool little villa with earthy red-tiled rooms and his bed had mosquito nets all over. I was so jealous because I'd never been anywhere. As the weeks progressed, he talked to us only sporadically over the phone. Mainly to Mom. One day she put him on with me and when I heard "Dave? Is that you?" I didn't recognize his voice.

"Jesus, is that really you?" A deeper voiced teen laughed in a rumble.

"Yeah, I know. It's gonna take me a while to get used to my voice, too. But...I just hope you'll uh...be okay with me when I come home. I'm starting to get big, Dave. Really big. Like I'm bigger than Uncle Joe now."

I tried to let that sink in, and couldn't. I couldn't fathom it or picture it.

"Everything is cool. I'm fine," I lied.

"Thanks," he sounded relieved. The lucky little shit! "I miss my physics AP class. I hope I don't get too far behind. I brought my book but Uncle Joe is saying I can just go for my GED when I get home since I'll be of age."

That made sense. Very few Rejuved kids stayed in school for long. It was too weird and they often felt isolated or made to feel like outcasts, though very few kids would fuck with the behemoths they had become.

"How much longer do you think you'll be there?"

"Uncle Joe says a few weeks more. Dude, I got to try beer for the first time last night! Cerveza! Don't tell Mom, though!" I sighed. I had never tried alcohol and my parents would kill me if I ever thought about it. I wanted to scream at Gregory in pure jealous rage but he really hadn't ever been my enemy. We'd always been like good friends, with me trying to be a big brother to him, and he never wanted to do anything I told him to do, even when it was for his own good. He was always trying to direct things with others but he was so unsuccessful at doing this at school. His natural instincts didn't play over very well with the school full of methheads and future prisoners that we both had to go to.

The weeks flew by. I made up excuses as to why Gregory wasn't around. He had a broken leg was a good one I usually went with.

Then one day I got the call. Gregory was at the airport. He had to stop to eat first before coming home, though.

This is a photo of Gregory (he's on the left) and his new friend who he found later from a support group of Rejuv kids, winning a trophy for wrestling. They compete with other biological adults down at the community center gym. This is how he looked when I came home asking Mom when Gregory was going to come home and I just turned the corner into the kitchen. I bumped into him. A human wall. He turned around. He had taken his shirt off, much like you see him in this photo.

"Dave!!!" He was so excited and his voice was so...booming. Gregory struggled with the instinct to hug me in mid air the way he would later hug his Rejuv "bros" and so he then realized he had to bend down on his knees. He pulled me to him. A grown man was embracing me. My grown up 13 year old brother now outweighed me by about a hundred pounds. "Isn't this great! Please say you're not mad at me! I know I'm way bigger than you now but I just HAD to do this. You have no idea what it's like. I..I..I just-"

"I get it. It's as much my fault. I wanted to stop the bullying but I can only tell so many people to go to hell. Well, fuck all the people in this shit town. No one's gonna fuck with my brother ever again. That's all I care about. So, how DOES it feel?"

"Oh my god..." He launched into details of how he grew, of how each week brought new amazing discoveries. About how he was constantly having "tall" moments. And then he started going around the house amazed he could reach the tops of all the plate shelves and boxes at the top of closets.

"Well, good. I know who I'll be asking me to help do spring cleaning," Mom piped in. "You'll be doing all sorts of chores to help work off that Rejuvenex vacation."

"Work off?""

"Wait, are you kidding?"

"Sweetie, I need to be honest," Mom started. "You will probably have to get a job soon."

"Uh...oh. Oh..okay."

"Not right away. But we were set back quite a bit by the expense of flying you all the way to Columbia. It was cheaper than we expected but still quite a lot for a middle income family. Dave, would you mind giving us a moment to talk about this in private?"

"Sure..." I said. It was the start of many conversations that would start that way as I was no longer adult enough to hold a conversation with my little brother.

The next day, Gregory was doing chores in the yard. Mom said that as long as he wasn't going back to school, he had to "man up" and do his fair share. I took some small pleasure in this until he took off his shirt to mow the lawn. Women in the neighborhood definitely noticed him, he told me when I got home. "Dude, I'm gonna be getting women staring at me all the TIME."

"Yeah. Great."

"Oh come on, I know you're still not like, as big as me but whatever, can't you help me out? I can't wait to get laid for the first time! My body is a fucking sperm MACHINE now, Dave. You have NO idea."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Sorry. I'm not saying anything right."

"It's okay. It's just...this is all gonna take some time to get used to. So what exactly is the plan?"

"I'm gonna take a night GED class to prepare for equivalency. That's next month. For now, I'll just start applying for jobs and stuff. I have to wait until I get some like, dress clothes I guess. Dad said I had to dress like a real man if I wanted a job. I hate wearing a tie! I'm gonna look stupid."

Note. He didn't look stupid. He looked like a million bucks.

"Jesus! Is that really you?"

"I know. I look like a geek."

"Seriously? Okay, Gregory. Look at me," I said. "You seriously look like you own a business or something. You look...dude I'm so fucking jealous now."

"You always loved dressing up. You're better at it than me," Gregory said fiddling with his tie.

"So are you excited?"

"I dunno what to say," he sulked. "Maybe I should never have done this." He sat on the floor and started moping. It was so odd to see a grown man acting like, well, a 13 year old.

"Okay, you look like a child and also a grown man and that's so not good."

"I don't wanna get a job! Not if it's at the places Dad was telling me about. I don't wanna work at the grocery store, Dave!"

"Oh my god, really? You look like fucking Conan the Barbarian's younger brother, not mine. You could seriously play professional sports now. Do you know what I would do to have a body like the one you just had handed to you?"

"You're just making me feel worse! You're supposed to make me feel better! You're my brother."

"Yeah, your older brother. Look, you were the one that agreed to this."

"Besides which," Dad said behind me, "We talked about you getting a job before we did this. You have to man up now. There's no going back. You left childhood behind the minute you got on that plane. So if you are having second thoughts about the adult world, it's a little too late. Now get off the floor and stop complaining and get down to that car. I'll be with you shortly."

Gregory moped out of the room.

"I was just trying to-"

"I know. I appreciate it. He's going to be a handful for a while. We all need to get him used to acting like an adult. You boys are well behaved but out of the two of you, you have the better attitude. Your brother has always been a bit negative. I'm going to really need you, Dave." My father put his hands over his face and pulled at it, which is a sure sign he's stressed.

"Okay, okay. So are you gonna teach him to drive?"

"Oh god, I have to do that eventually. Just not today. Today we're getting applications and he's going to introduce himself to prospective employers."

"Super fun." I said nodding. "So what about your job?" Dad works as a tax attorney from home.

"Oh  I am taking just a few days off and then I'm going to make your brother do all this alone. I can't hold his hand all the way..."

And thus it began. Dad helped him the first two days and from then on he just dropped Gregory off at shopping centers across town. No one called back, mainly because he was being honest about being only 13. It's legal to hire a 13 year old if he has been Rejuved but not many people wanted to. Would you hire a kid to represent your business? He can barely look at people in the eye. A few weeks of this went by. Gregory was starting to get anxious and he blew up at me and dad one night. That did not go over well. He yelled at us to get off his back and he was sick of us telling him what to do, because he was a grown up now.

That did not go over well. Cue Dad hauling his ass into the other room to chew him out. Cue Gregory crying. Yes, crying. A behemoth of a 25 year old looking dude crying is not exactly fun to listen to or watch.

He came to me later. He was really depressed.

"Well, look. You just started looking for work. It's not supposed to be easy. And you have your first driving lesson soon." He perked up a bit at that. "I guess that'll be pretty cool. Oh no, I forgot Mom wanted me to mow the lawn again."

"Hey what about that for a living? You can mow lawns."

"Haha, Dave." Gregory rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm being serious. Landscapers make decent pay."

I pitched my idea to the family that night and Dad agreed to take Gregory to a few different businesses.

One week later he was hired by one of them. He was so ecstatic when he came home. He couldn't stop talking about it. He gave me a big hug and said he owed it all to me. It was weird having a new much taller little brother who still gushed about me. At least we were still close. I'd heard so many horror stories about Rejuv kids falling out with their families. I hadn't broached that subject with Gregory but I'd talked about it with my parents.

As the weeks progressed, I was busier because I got onto the track team so I had to stay after school more. I also was getting tutoring for AP history with my teacher because I was pretty sure I wanted to be a history/law double major. Gregory isn't the only smart one. I just didn't brag about it or open my fat mouth as much as he did. There was some social awkwardness on his part that led to bullying and he never shied away from saying his opinion, whereas I tended to just melt into the background. Anyway, he started to change a little bit. Hanging out with grownups made him want to act more grownup, in his own words. He told me all the time about all the cool adult friends he was making and how cool the guys at work were.

He started to take more initiative. He started helping with chores without having been asked, doing dishes and raking leaves and taking out the trash. Before it was like pulling teeth. He was lifting weights in the backyard. His body was supercharged but he felt like getting more of a challenge here and there. He started to just act more mature. He was looking other adults in the eye more and more, I noticed. He started to be more confident when talking with adults. In school, he would stammer a lot or want to voice his opinion without letting other people speak. He was becoming more aware of that, about how he shouldn't be such a motormouth. He was learning to listen to other adults. He passed his learner's permit test. His driving lessons were going well. I guess being able to reach the pedals sure helped. Lucky bastard. I was still hoping for my growth spurt. I was still a bit on the short side and I fervently hoped that I wouldn't have to wait until I was 55 and could go on Rejuv myself before growing any taller.

One night I was doing homework and he called me, his deep voice resonating. "You need to come over here. I'm at my friends house. It's nearby." He gave me directions. I rode my bike over. He told me it was important but he didn't want to talk about it with mom and dad. Then I got to his friend's house and saw my little 13 year old brother smoking a cigar! By now his features had hardened a bit so he looked to be about age 30 by now. It was unbelievable!

"A CIGAR?? Are you joking? Mom would kill you."

"That's why she can't find out. DON'T tell her!" he said with slight panic. I crossed my arms and gave him The Look. "Seriously, I've been smoking them for weeks now. It's because I'm an adult and I can do what I want now. I have a job. I'm making money. And um. I'm thinking of moving out."

"What? You can't do that! You're supposed to help pay off your share of the trip to Columbia."

"I'm going to. And then I'm going to move out, in maybe four months. I have it all worked out." He blew the smoke and it was like heaven.

"Jesus that smells good."

"Yeah? You wanna try it? I won't tell mom or dad, I swear!" He smiled devilishly. I cringed and then gave in.

"Yeah. Okay. I mean, it's cool." He handed me the cigar gingerly. I was only 14. This was so illegal. I held it in my mouth. Fumes from the cigar drifted upwards, I took a drag on it and immediately started coughing."

"Dude, you're not supposed to like breathe it, just puff on it."

"Here, take it back," I said after wheezing a bit longer. "Do you have any water?"

"Inside. I'm gonna be moving in here."

Remember that friend in the pic from before, where they won a wrestling trophy? That friend lived in the house with some other 20somethings. My brother offered me a beer. He really wanted me to "bro out" with him along with his new adult friends, who opposed giving me a beer.

"Dude, he's just a kid still. And it's a schoolnight. I don't want your parents coming over here bitching me out cause I gave a kid beer."

"Technically I am older than him," I reasoned.

"Yeah but legally he can drink, so I'm gonna ask that you don't."

"Fine. Whatever." I looked a little embarrassed so to his credit Gregory got us a couple of apple juices to drink. When we were back outside, he took his cigar from the ashtray and took a deep drag.

"Oh man I fucking LOVE cigars. They're so awesome. I love the way they feel and taste." He exhaled. God, he looked good. I had been fighting all my feelings but as I had reached puberty I had to admit I jerked off to guys and even though it was my brother that everyone thought was gay, I was the only gay brother in the family. And yeah I had started to get awkward around him.

"Well you can have them. I think I'll pass until I'm a bit older," I told him. He smoked more. God, he just looked amazing. I was so embarrassed and jealous.

"What's wrong, Dave? Are you mad or somethin'?"

"Not mad, no, not really. Just...I wish I could jump ahead like you did sometimes. I wish I could hang out with your cool friends and not be the dumb kid brother."

"Oh. Sorry. I just."

"Look, this is the thing. You're older and you're gonna hang out with grownups your own age. I'm gonna still hang out with teenagers. We're gonna live in different worlds."

"Yeah. So, like..."

"What?"

"Okay, like, maybe when we're alone sometime, I can sneak you some beers and we can just relax and chill out. Would you be cool with that?" I smiled.

"Yeah. That would be cool."

It would be months before that would happen. Gregory studied hard to get his GED. He got his driver's license. He bought a crappy 15 year old car after 6 months (he was getting rides from his roommate to work and giving him gas money) that he was incredibly proud of.

Word got out fairly quickly after he got back home that he had gotten a LOT bigger. It's the sort of thing people notice. People at school just avoided the subject with me. A few curious questions from guys wanting to know if my brother was getting laid. I honestly didn't know what to say.

My brother didn't share that part of his life with me, but I found out that he had been having sex. I came over to his place (just a few streets over from our house) and I heard the moans coming from his room, and they were LOUD. Holy shit!

"UNGH. UNH. UNH. OH GOD. OH GOD. YEAH. YEAH. OH FUUUUCK. OH FUCK YEAH! YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH OH GOOOOOD!"

She was moaning and gasping and god knows what else. I only heard her but I got the fuck out of there. My brother was a huge sex machine stud and I was a 14 year old virgin and having incredibly disgusting thoughts about him.

I told him I was gay the next week. He gave me a big hug and said he'd fucking punch the shit out of anyone that fucked with me. I felt so safe in his arms. We didn't talk about the obvious fact I liked the feel of his big strong arms touching me, just how the touch of him when we sat together watching movies made me feel.

We never did anything, keep in mind. But the fact is, I was hitting puberty, gay, and my hormones were going fucking crazy. Incestuous thoughts went through my head pretty much all the time when I was around him and I kept them to myself. He was straight. I wasn't. It was just a really difficult time for me.

Gregory had decided to put college off until he could decide what he really wanted to do with his life. He was really enjoying the thrill of being an adult but he was also still changing. He started to look older every month.

He started to get even more muscular. He joined a gym. He started talking about his sex life with me and when I told him it was okay for him to talk about it he started talking about all his conquests. About all the pussy he'd been getting. Of course he didn't want to go to college yet, he'd rather bang half the girls in town first! But then he started to age more in his face. His hair got a little tiny bit gray. He said he was okay with it but I knew it bothered him. His face became even more mature, stubble filled and sensually rugged.

Most people would mistake him for a dad himself now. He looked like a dad. He had aged so rapidly and he started to attract the mothers of the girls he would have fucked before. He told me he had gone out with a milf whose daughter attended our high school. He banged the shit out of her, he told me, grinning proudly.

And then he called me one day. His voice was really serious. He was going to be 14 in only two months.

"So, I have something to tell you. I met this girl. Woman. And she's like, she's like mom's age. She's not the same one as before. She doesn't have kids. She's really nice, Dave." He sounded sorry for something.

"Gregory. What's wrong?"

"I knocked her up. The condom broke."

"Shit. SHIT!"

"We're gonna get married. I really love her. I'm gonna be her husband and I'm going to raise the child with her."

"But...but..you're like only a kid still!"

"I don't feel like a kid anymore, man. I feel like a real man now. Anyway. I wanted to tell you before I tell Mom and Dad. They are NOT gonna like this."

That was an understatement. Mom had a fit and Dad yelled at him. They told him he was too young for this. I didn't envy Gregory. He was choosing to be a 14 year old father. He said there was no way he could go to university now, at least not for a regular BA. He was looking into trade schools to become a machinist. He moved into her place. Her name was Marisa.

I still pictured him at night with his monster dick, fucking his soon to be wife (who was admittedly really hot for 37 years old) and I guess her family had some issues with him, too. Theirs was a definite uphill battle. I had my 15th birthday and he introduced me to his girlfriend. She was very nice.

But I believe my brother. He is a real man now. He has become MY big brother in many ways. We eventually got together for those beers. We had a Boys Night. His soon to be wife left us for the evening and we both got drunk watching movies. And then came the biggest bombshell of my entire life. I had never been drunk before and he cradled me in his arms. "Hey. Hey little brother."

"Hey big brother," I said, feeling his big strong arm around me, feeling the hairy forearm and wanting desperately to kiss it. We had begun to abandon thinking of me as the bigger brother, and I was enjoying it, to be honest. I didn't care what anyone thought of us as a family. I loved my brother.

"I want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me."

"Okay," I muttered, watching the flickering TV screen after he muted it with the remote.

"Do you ever think about me? It's okay if you do. I think about you, too." I slowly got up.

"What?"

"I...I think about guys when I jerk off. Mostly girls, but sometimes guys. Mainly big muscle guys. But I love you, little brother. You know, I've changed so much and you have been there for me all the way. I just want you to know how much I love you. How much I appreciate you. And you are so fucking hot, dude." He grinned.

"I fucking love you, too." I hugged him tight. "Your muscles are so fucking hot. Fuck." I smelled his beer breath and he brought me in closer, situated me on top of him. He kissed me. Oh god, it was fireworks. My brother kissed me and I felt dizzy like I did when I tried my brother's cigar. He immediately picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He held me in his big arms, kissing me still, tasting me and me tasting him. He was intoxicating. I loved his stubble. I pulled my tongue out of his mouth to lick it. He was in the bedroom. No one was in the house but us. He had carried me into the bedroom. He took off the white T-shirt that hugged his giant frame and I looked up in wonder. I wanted to cry I was so happy.

"You like that muscle? Huh? Huh, LITTLE brother? You like that fucking muscle?"

"Oh my god," I managed to say, in a whisper. He made his pecs dance for me.

He was on top of me, in control of me. Larger than life. A real live, grown man with muscles everywhere, and I was all his. He knew what he was doing and I didn't and that was okay. He shucked off his pants and his 8 inch dick bobbed up and down, as big as a bat. I wowed with my mouth and then he asked me to put my mouth on it. He guided me. He moaned in ecstasy. I managed to get my mouth around his head. Fuck. He tasted amazing! His cockhead throbbed in my mouth and it was the best thing I'd ever done. The feeling of how hard and salty and sweaty it was. I was instantly hooked.

He brought me up again to kiss me. He made out with me and took off my clothes, took his rugged well-worked calloused hands and yanked them off rather forcefully. He growled. "FUCK yeah, brother. I fucking love you. You want this cock, hmm? Oh, fuck. You have a nice dick, bro." We held each other's dicks for a while, just standing there next to his bed. "I want to fuck you. I'm clean. Do you trust me?"

"Always."

He put me in position over the bed and slipped cold lube over my little hole. Getting ready, he grasped my sides and I felt his dick position itself. For a minute or so it hovered, and then slowly, painfully, gloriously it made its way inside me.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned, and started to slide his dick inside me. It felt amazing. He was gentle. He was slow. After about 10 minutes he told me he wanted to go faster. I let him. He was really holding back that night, I know because we've had sex a dozen times since then and he is usually just a powerfuck. He had impaled me many times since like a fucking jackhammer but that night was different. That night he took my cherry. He came inside me and as he gasped.

"Oh! OH! FUCK! OH GOD! OH DAVE, THANK YOU!" He hugged me to him with an iron arm and slowly fucked me more standing up. He was only partway in. I couldn't take all of his dick back then but now I'm proud to say I can. He was so careful and I'll always be grateful.

He wiped off the lube so I could eat the rest of his cum. He jerked off and told me to open up. I was in heaven. He gently put his dick into position as I waited for my first cum and it filled my mouth ever so briefly. I relished the taste of it and moaned. He laughed at me.

"Fuuuuck yeah, you love that, don't you?"

"Yes. Oh god you're so hot. I fucking love your muscle." I held onto him almost all night as we talked for hours and hours and intermittently made up for lost time by exploring each other with our tongues.

"So what about Marisa?"

"We're not gonna fucking tell her about this," he said, thoughtfully. I mean, fucking your brother was still pretty uncommon enough for society to want to keep that to oneself. So I got it. We had a secret life after that.

My brother got married. I was his best man. I wished I could have been there for the honeymoon more than I could say. He went to trade school and did in fact learn to be a machinist.

He's 19 now and I'm 20. I am in university and I'm really enjoying my classes. Getting straight A's.

We get together every now and then. Twice a semester but I stay with him and his wife during the summer. He has a young daughter now, age 5. We go on fishing trips to the woods, where we can have guy time together. I think Marisa suspects but she would never say. My brother for all intents and purposes is an amazingly mature man and I'm so proud of him. And I'm so lucky to get fucked by him.

Rejuvenex is a complicated matter. Everyone responds differently but the one thing it can't do is force you to act mature. My brother manned up because he wanted to. I hope I can be as big and manly as him someday. I've begun to catch up finally. He is obviously over 250 and stands at 6'2". I reached 6'1" so I'm at about his height now, which makes making out with him a lot more fun and I weigh in at 190 of taught muscle. I have a long way to go before I get to his level and I'm not going to wait until I am old enough to take Rejuvenex.

Better hold on, little big brother. I'm gonna catch up eventually.

The Contract - Part 2

Jimmy awoke and rubbed his ample tummy, covered with hair. Rubbing the hair on his gut felt strange, like he was in some new frame. It's not like you get fatter down there overnight, he thought absentmindedly. He had been having dreams of working in an office and they were strange. In the dream he had shown up for work in his suit as usual and they had all laughed at him and when he looked in the mirror he was naked. Then they told him to go fix the plumbing in the bathroom and he had begun to go into one of the bathroom stalls with only a wrench and his dick flopping around everywhere.

He must be getting horny. It was being in this house with such a good looking guy like Bill. Classy guy. When they started living together he had been so disgusted with the way Bill treated him, like he was just so...casual. Bill was easy going and Jimmy knew he could be uptight and being around Bill did drive him somewhat crazy but it was good for him to learn how to let go of control a little bit if it meant the job got done. 

He looked around and realized he was in the wrong room. That's right. Laverne and Bill had used his bedroom. Why hadn't they talked much about this? It seemed so odd he would just allow Bill to have his very own comfortable bedroom while he took the unfurnished and still being re-constructed half room but then he did have a soft spot for his new friend and wanted him to get some relief. It was good because then he could whack off even more to the idea of Bill naked in his bed. 

He realized with a shock he was having very sexual thoughts about Bill and had for some time. Even though it was like...Bill had changed. Maybe Bill had become a bit less rough around the edges from having lived with Jimmy. It was a nice thought, that he was having a good effect on the man.

He found that Bill had already left. It was 9 AM! He panicked. He was slightly hungover and completely late for work! How would he make this up to Mr. Langston was the real question. He quickly walked into his room and found the unfamiliar scent of cologne in the air. Also, the lingering traces of cigarette smoke. Laverne's odor, no doubt. His nose wrinkled. More at the idea of some middle aged pussy than the actual smell. He got a shirt and tie and pants and put them on, all of them a little bit more snug than usual. He felt his week old beard and thought he should trim around the edges to make it more neat but he was already late as it was.

He got into the pickup truck as usual. He couldn't imagine not having it. It was his baby. Sure, it broke down from time to time but it fit his personality so much. Many people must find it odd that a man of high finance would lower himself to drive such an old truck but many people just didn't understand country boys in high finance. He was Texas born and bred. He may not live there anymore but Texas left an imprint that yuppy bred men couldn't possibly understand. 

He checked his reflection and smiled at his masculine appearance. His forehead seemed a little bigger than normal but that must be the angle of the mirror! He drove into town and walked from the parking garage to the financial district. Walking amongst his peers, he felt slightly ill. There was something so off about today. Every time he saw his reflection in a mirrored glass door or metallic surface gleaming from the base of a raised platform he blinked as if he had to recognize himself and it took time. Pattern recognition seemed to be off. 

Whatever pattern recognition was. It must be a term he heard from the Boss. Wait, what boss? Mr. Langston? Mr. Langston was such a fuckin' pansy, he thought.

He got in the elevator and got to his floor and felt a sudden fear flood through him. Walking down the hallway it was like he was intimidated to go in. What was this feeling? He suddenly panicked and walked back to the elevator. For whatever reason he had to get some fresh air outside. He should have called in but that seemed wrong, too. Everything seemed wrong. 

He waited until finally calling Bill. He needed to tell him to set a timetable for all the things they needed to do with the house.

He got Bill on the phone but he seemed distracted. 

"Yes?"

"Bill I need to talk to you. I'm outside work and it's really bothering me that things have gotten so off track."

"Well I'm glad you're finally admitting it but I'm a bit busy right now."

"On what room?"

"What do you mean, what room? I'm busy. I have enormous amounts of information to go through, Jimmy. Look, where are you?"

"I'm outside work. Outside the MacIntyre Building."

"You're what? Why? Never mind, I'll be down as soon as I can but this is really unusual. Just hang tight for the next 20 minutes."

"What? No, don't come down here." But he had already been hung up on.

He surveyed the scene. All these hot fancy guys in suits. Man he felt out of place. I can't wait to get home and take this thing off, he thought.

And then he had the most frightening moment. His heart nearly stopped. Mr. Langston was right there in front of him berating some employee. He approached the two men. He had been spotted and would have to apologize for being late and for apparently just hanging out in front of the building waiting for his friend. He was already on thin ice, he didn't want to draw too much more attention to himself.

"Look, I don't give a shit what the excuses are, when I say jump you say how high SIR. I want you to give me results and I want GUARANTEES. I want you to be DEVOTED. I don't want to hear anything less than I WILL DO THIS not any "ifs" about it. Man up and get back upstairs and assist your senior Mr. Handley and maybe he'll straighten you out. And if he says you aren't doing your part for the team, if I hear you're slacking we will not have this conversation again. I'll can you. Do you hear me?"

"Yes.-y-yes sir. Yes, Mr. Langston. I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"Mr. Langston." Jimmy said, approaching the man after his subordinate disappeared.

"Yes? Do I know you?"

Suddenly Jimmy was hit with intense feelings of nausea. He wanted to apologize but he couldn't remember what for. 

"It's me."

"Sorry, pal. Don't remember you and I'm kind of in a hurry this morning. Behind and all." 

He left without saying anything more. Jimmy walked around in a daze. He wanted to go home. But he didn't feel at home here and he should. His work was like his second home.

Bill finally found him and he had been daydreaming and was feeling loopy. Looking up at Bill's concerned face he suddenly felt fear. Fear like he was pretending to be something he wasn't. 

"Why are you dressed in that?" Bill asked. Something sank deep inside Jimmy. 

"Well I didn't want to come to this place dressed in anything but-"

"But what, borrowed clothes? We've talked about the rules of the house before, haven't we?" Bill asked calmly, reasonably. 

"Yes but you see I was late for work and-then Mr. Langston came out."

"How do you know him?"

"I used to work for him."

"You never mentioned that! You must have done some work for him in his loft."

"His loft. I must have. He didn't recognize me and I don't know why." Jimmy said lamely.

"That's because he is an egocentric shit. Look, I'm taking care of a lot right now but I feel like treating myself for lunch. Why don't you and I have a discussion at 4. I'm getting off work early because I just feel a pressing need to. Meet me at Maple Tavern. It's one of the last restaurant bars you can enjoy a good cigar in.  Go home. Get out of those clothes, they just...I'm trying not to be irritated here but just go over the list, okay?"

"The list. Gotcha. Right. Okay. Sorry." He stuttered. Bill was already gone, striding purposefully towards the building he worked in. 

Bill was so confident and self assured. 

Jimmy did as he was told and got home and went over the list of things that would be necessary to do. A number of them were gardening projects to extend his time in the house even further, which was a good thing. 

He blinked. He should be in this house but this seemed wrong. Why should he need to extend his time here? He went back into Bill's bedroom and took off the suit. What was he thinking? He must have thought he wouldn't be able to talk to Bill unless he was dressed like everyone else downtown. Maybe he was feeling self conscious but a Texan boy like him shouldn't be self conscious. He put the suit back on. No, this felt more right. But wait, he could just wear it later. He didn't want to get it dirty at all.

He went into his room, the one half constructed with bare beams everywhere along the half roof. The room was an addition to separate one very large room into two and this would be the "man cave" of the house. It was an ingenious little construction project and would be a lot of fun for the owner to enjoy.

He sorted some of his things on tarps in various rooms and picked up a sander and started working on the floor. It took several hours. It went by quickly. He wore his goggles.

Realizing he had little time left, he didn't bother to shower. Who cared? He popped into the suit in Bill's bedroom again and took off in his pickup. 

When he got to the bar, Bill wasn't there. Probably finishing up all of the things he needed to do that day. Bill was a man of many ideas and he admired him more and more and it seemed petty to resent him for moving in with Bill...or...them living together. He ordered a drink and found himself lighting a cigar and talking to a guy who introduced himself as Steve. Steve was 25 and Jimmy quickly thought how much they would have in common since they were the same age. He told the man this and the man laughed. Guess he must be really packing on the pounds lately if the guy thought he was kidding. He tried not to let it bruise his ego.

"So what do you do?"

"Oh I'm in investment...stuff."

"Investment stuff?" the man laughed. "So which firm do you work for?"

"At the moment, well, I'm a private contractor."

"Oh okay. Get laid off in New York. Thought you'd come out here?"

"Texas, actually."

"Texas? You don't sound like you're from there. Did you grow up there? What firm did you work for out there?"

"It's complicated." More like blurry, he thought. Maybe he was still hungover from yesterday. Didn't even remember having that much to drink. "I don't think I want to talk about work much. Hey...you like football? You keeping up with the game here?" Jimmy smoked his cigar more and the two men started talking about their favorite teams.

Finally, Bill arrived and the man got up as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Jimmy felt very strange now and pawed at his goatee. He held his cigar nervously. Bill approached him as if it was his dad back in Texas catching him doing something wrong. The men shook hands.

"Still in that suit, Parsons?" Bill asked tensely. 

Bill motioned for Jimmy to follow him to the other end of the room and they did. They sat down and Bill ordered. He didn't let Jimmy order. 

"Now, look. We have a lot of things to go over if we're going to live together. Okay?" 

Jimmy nodded excitedly to say of course.

"We need to go over some ground rules. Being respectful of each others space. Private space especially. I won't go into your room and you won't go into mine. I think that's fair."

"Of course."

"I know we've become closer as friends but I don't think anyone should take advantage of anyone else because of this." Bill produced a pen from his very nice suit and scribbled something on a notepad. "Now I'm thinking that we should be more organized. I can give you tasks that need to be done within the next few weeks and you can prioritize them in the order you think would work best but I want updates."

"On accounts?"

"Very funny. We're not talking about my work though," Bill chuckled. 

They talked more and more about all the details of the new rules of the house and Jimmy consented to all of them. He really liked Bill. He felt real bad about making him feel uncomfortable before. He had a habit of being too judgmental, he realized. It wasn't something a man in his position should be feeling. He really ought to be a bit more...compromising. 

"I think we can have a situation that ameliorates things for the both of us if we both pitch in." Bill said.

"Ameliwhat?"

Bill sighed. "I mean, make better." 

"Oh. Well why didn't you just say so?" Jimmy asked, scratching at his beard. Jeez, this suit itched. Why had he even borrowed it in the first place? 

The two men finished their lunch and Bill told him he had to meet some very important people at a small gathering. They would conclude their business and progress a little each day.

Each day he would just have to be a little more diligent around the way Bill needed things to be done, Jimmy thought as he drove back to the house in his pickup truck. He got inside and immediately threw off the suit which was straining at the seams just to accommodate his frame. Stupid idea tryin' to impress the boss by wearin' one a his suits. Thought I must be pulling some kind of joke. Guess it was. Can't wait to get into my own flannel, he thought. 

He went back to sanding with his goggles as soon as he got his carpenter jeans on. He worked especially late that night so he could write a note for Bill to update him as per their new arrangement. He topped off the evening with some cool beers and porn and visited several sites where guys in suits were getting blow jobs and came buckets at the thought of one of the powerful suited men having Bill's face...

One day, Bill called Jimmy into his study. He bellowed for Bill. Bill was truly MAN of his house and he had been belting orders for the last few days. It had taken time for Jimmy to get used to it, but he felt he was okay with it. Bill had a way with carrying himself. He expected things to be done and he wasn't afraid of his own voice and how powerful it was. In addition, Bill's house had been pretty spotless ever since Jimmy started to become more cautious of where he left things. Bill was smoking a pipe and Jimmy's nose was tickled in delight.

"Come on in, Jim." Bob said forcefully. He laid some papers aside. "I was just going over some credit default swap data."

"Some what? Boss, I dunno what you're talkin' bout half the time."

"Good God, you smell. When was the last time you took a shower?"

"I take a shower when I need to," Jim said in his casual drawl. 

"Well, I just want you to know Laverne and I are going out to the country bar tonight.  One of my newest clients is pretty cowboy and I want to show him a good time, and I thought you could do with some company from back home."

"Sounds fun! Anythin' else I should know, boss?"

"Yes, I want you to start working right away on a doghouse."

"You gettin' a dog, boss?"

"No, I'm getting chickens, what do you think I'm going to do? Just fucking build one," Bill said casually before dismissing him so he could take part in an important conference call. 

Jim worked hard that day dropping everything so he could get stated on doghouse construction. At one point he got a text from Mack saying he and Stan wanted to hang out with him. Mack and Stan were Buck's friends, though. Who was Buck? Bill. Bill. They were Bill's friends. But why would Bill be friends with his friends? Jim had known them for years. They had just met Bill. 

He told them to meet them down at the country bar. After all, gay rednecks had to stick together. Heh. 

At the bar, Bill had his clients and some of them were interested in handiwork. Bill had told Jim that he could introduce him to some other people that could give him work later on down the line. After they drank a few rounds and Jim had bored some suits with talk about sanding, Mack and Stan motioned for him to follow them so they could play some pool.

A familiar looking guy walked into Jim. The guy had run into him before but for some reason Jim remembered cowering before this guy, who was obviously a lot smaller than him. Must have been his imagination running away with him.

"Watch where you're going, buddy." Jim told him. 

The cowboy opened his mouth to say something but took a look at Jim's big muscular arms and took a look at Mack and Stan and backed away mumbling his apology. 

There was no talk of the Witch House that night up until Laverne mentioned it. Bill told her and her friend Darlene there was nothing to be concerned about.

"Well it is hot that such a masculine guy like yourself lives up there out in the woods, just must get lonely is all," Darlene said. Bill smiled a dapper smile and said there was always room for more company. The two girls giggled. They seemed a lot younger than before, Jim could have sworn the two were more middle aged when they were obviously in their 20s.

That night, Bill took both girls home and loudly fucked them in an orgy. Jim had to stroke it many times in the bathroom as he just listened in. It was so hot to think of his masculine, in charge boss just demanding sex and getting it and he only wished he could be a part of it. He overheard Bill shouting out as he thrusted into one of them.

"Oh yeah. You like that? You like my big, rich banker cock? Huh? You like that? You like how much money I am making? How bout I buy you some emeralds to match your eyes sweetie? God you have a great pussy! FUCK YEAH! FUCK! YEAH! GOD I AM SO FUCKING HOT! SAY IT!"

"YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT, BILL! OH FUCK YOU HAVE SUCH A HUGE DICK! GOD DAMN! OH MY GOD OH OH OH OH IT FEELS SO GOOD YOU ARE SUCH A REAL MAN!"

"YEAH COME HERE SWEETIE. LET ME FONDLE YOU WHILE I FUCK HER! MMMM!"

He came at the thought of the sound of his boss's voice and the thought of his boss giving him sexual orders, making him lap up all his cum like a good boy.

After the girls left the next morning, Jim started work on the doghouse again. Hehouse at one point stopped and went into his boss's bedroom and started snooping around. What he couldn't take anymore was the lack of physical release. He found some uncleaned boxers, and sniffed them deep for several minutes, inhaling the manly odor of them, and then got a new pair from a dresser, nearly folded (somehow he knew right where they'd be!) and put them on. This was so wrong and forbidden. But he didn't care. The thought of his rich voiced boss telling him what to do was so inviting and he couldn't help but jack off. He came within a minute, big dribbling bits all over Bill's nice clean boxers.

"Oh man, I wish I knew how to please him." he said out loud. The house creaked slightly. He heard the wind rustle outside and through the window cracks and the house and something almost whisper in his ear before he realized he was dribbling cum all over Bill's nice floor. He got some tissues and cleaned up his cum. He sniffed the boxers one more time, both of them, deeply inhaling and then put them both in the hamper. 

The next day, Jim was able to invite Stan and Mack over for a get together.

They talked at great length about the house and all the good work Jim had been doing on it. Jim was definitely comfortable taking his shirt off. When wasn't he? He commented on being so comfortable and loved the feeling of his muscles in the sun. That is when Mack and Stan, Mack in glasses and Stan with a beard and necklace, told him they had submitted some of Jim's photos to a porno company.

"A what? Porn. Shit, man. I dunno."

"Think about how much money you can make, dude. Five grand a film at least. You would earn top dollar."

"You are such a good daddy. I love it when you take the time to top us."

"Are you saying you want to make a porno with me."

"Well I do," said Stan. "But they wanted you to do it as well. Then we can both make some serious dough."

Jim thought about it. He sure as hell wasn't making all that much money these days and he could sure use the extra money. 

"Uh..boss man?"

"Yes, come in Jim-Bob."

"Uh, boss. Sir. I was just wondering if I could have next Friday off."

"Why, do you want to go party somewhere?" William smiled knowingly.

"Well uh, it's more like a job opportunity. And like. You know. You know when like, business guys like you and stuff, they get business um...people they know. Contacts. They like, get contacts and then they like, get work. Well sir, I got a job possibly lined up and I'ze just wonderin'..."

"Yes yes, I'll give you the day off if you just stop talking with your incessant prattle."

"What's a prattle? Is that like a rattler? Like noise?"

"Very good, Jim-Bob," William said, his words dripping condescension. 

"Well um.Ya'll can do without me for one day, right? You're not mad?"

Jim-Bob waited expectantly, looking at his boss with puppy dog eyes.

"How could I be mad with the man that has given me so much?" William smiled a secretive smile.

At the porn shoot, later that week, Jim-Bob was a natural. He took to fucking in front of a camera with great ease. Though, to be fair, fucking was one of the few good things he was good for and the director said he was so taken with him that he was shocked Jim-Bob didn't do escorting on the side. 

"A boy as good looking as you ought to have a solid customer base. Now I don't want to tell you what to do, but I can only pay for two movies with you before I move on. I am moving my business to Austin. I need real American cowboys, ya know. So I'll hook you up with some nice businessmen who can afford a cowboy prostitute. You can make big money, Jim-Bob."

"Well thank ya kindly, sir." Jim-Bob said proudly. "I do have quite a nice body and ya'll want a piece of my meat, ya'll can just let me know." The director gave him a few hundred more to take him home that night and fuck him, though Jim-Bob didn't normally bottom, it felt so good he didn't think twice about it. He used to be afraid of sex, he thought. Wait, what? I was always bigger than the other kids, not small and cowering. I loved the hell out of sex from such an early age. Why wouldn't I? I look fucking gorgeous!

The next day, Jim-Bob got back to the house where William had left copious notes for him regarding various chores, as always. And as always, Jim-Bob did as he was told like a good boy.

He was in the attic cleaning up and generally preparing it for renovation while he was dreaming as always of his hot boss when something came over him. It made him sleep and when he woke up he saw his boss in a suit looking down at him. Everything was white and it was like he was in a dream and it was like his boss was on a throne.

"I think you need to please me finally, son. Get started with worshiping my dick you dumb redneck."

Jim-Bob did not have to be told twice. He quickly got to work. He worshiped his boss like he never had before. Simply taking pleasure in letting the man have complete control of him crashed into ecstasy as he embraced the man's superior dick in his mouth. His own little dick was nothing in comparison. He felt William's perfect muscled legs, and looked up in devotion as his boss, with his stubble and tie, the perfect picture of class. After slurping and slurping like the cumpig he was, with his boss cursing at him, he finally began to choke and gag but he didn't give up.

"That's right you stupid redneck cumpig. Eat my fucking cum. God you're so fucking stupid. Dumb handyman slutpig. You're just good for being my whore, aren't you, dummy? Yeah, that's right. Take it. Take the essence. Earn your destiny, pig. That's a good job, BOY. Take all my cum! Every drop! Get ready, slut!"

The explosion of cum was better than Jim-Bob could have dreamed. He gargled on it and savored every precious drop. 

"Let the games continue, huh boy?" Jim-Bob looked up lovingly at his master. When they were done, Willam told him to sit down so he could admire his own handywork. "Well I have to say, you certainly have aged well." William said, smacking his lips and getting his dick ready for another go. "Now get up, old man. I'm going to plow into you. And you better enjoy every ounce of pressure I put inside your hick body."

"Hell, son. You had me at "Now"".

"More! I want more! Do you hear me! More! MORE!" William cried out. "I want it all, I want it now! FUCK YEAH!" he plowed the older man's ass repeatedly, enjoying how good it really felt to be inside the man who had once employed him, a lifetime ago, another reality ago. He was cumming all inside Jim-Bob's ass, and his dick was a practical cum factory.

"Sheeeeit boy, you just don't know how to stop!"

"SHUT UP, OLD MAN. SHUT UP AND TAKE IT!"

It took hours to finish. But letting it all drain into Jim-Bob, his years as well as his cum, allowed William to look even better than ever.

"I have to take a picture of myself. God, I look fantastic! And my voice! It's so strong and clear! My intelligence. God, I can do so much in my head. I can predict outcomes of financial institutions. I can trade stocks in my own head, I can see all the numbers coalesce and merge. God, this feels amazing. I can't believe you once had all this and now it's mine."

"Boss, what the hell are ya'll talkin' about? Cause I do not have a clue."

"Shut up and get back to work. You're just my bitch." William took photos of himself and his new huge dick. "Say it."

"I'm just your bitch. Sheeit I didn't even know ya'll was gay."

"I'm not. I'm your master. Your alpha. I don't fuck men. I fuck FAGGOTS. And you are included in that category. Say "yes sir, I obey sir," " William said, in love with his new young visage.

"Yes sir, I obey sir." Jim-Bob replied. 

Over the next few days, many things occurred. Jim-Bob developed a new routine of cooking for his master as well as gardening and doing housework. He did all the housework now, including doing his master's laundry and attending to all his personal needs. He cleaned his sheets, ironed his shirts, shined his shoes, made him his meals (all carefully selected from a specially designed nutrition regimen that Jim-Bob had to learn the recipes for) and most importantly, served his master's sexual needs. Women were good for some things but Jim-Bob made extra sure that when his boss needed a cum bucket, his mouth was handy. 

William took to constantly criticizing Jim-Bob for the way he spoke, the way he smelled. He abused him every day verbally, and Jim-Bob just got hard from it. William was so unwavering. He didn't smile except when he was parading his superiority in front of his older, submissive dependent. 

"Here," he said one day, taking off his socks and threw them in Jim-Bob's face. Clean my feet with your tongue. And make it snappy!"

Jim-Bob licked the man's feet with glee.

William would walk throughout the house inspecting it. "You missed a spot over here. Lick it clean."

"Yes, sir." Jim-Bob said, and licked the tile on the kitchen floor until it was spotless.

"Slave, I have a present for you." William said one day. "It is a dog collar, Boy. I want you to wear it. It signifies that I truly own you."

Jim-Bob let William try it on him. "What would you like me for ya'll?"

"Let's go to the doghouse. I want you to do something for me."

The two men walked outside. The master in his fine clothes and Jim-Bob had to go naked. The doghouse was very large per William's specifications. 

"Now get inside," William told him. He got some dog food and put it in a bowl while Jim-Bob crouched in his new temporary home. "I bought this especially for you, doggie. Eat up."

As Jim-Bob ate his dog food, William began to jack off over just how much control he had over his once-powerful boss. He sprayed semen over the dog food and made Jim-Bob eat that as well, and he did so with gusto. 

"That's enough, food. Come here, doggie." Jim-Bob crawled out. "I want you to tell me how to check if someone's account has been allocated the correct amount of attention regarding advice on offshoring."

"I don't know what that means, sir."

"Doggie, I want you to tell me, how do you know you have a solid investment in subsidized raw materials?"

"Sir, I don't know. I'm confused. I just want ya'll to be happy with me, sir."

"I am happy, Doggie. So happy. Now get inside." William produced a leash to go with the collar. He led Jim-Bob inside."But I think it's more fun if you remember just enough to know who you were." William snapped his fingers and memories of being important and dressed in a suit came back to Jim-Bob. 

"My-my name isn't Jim-Bob."

"Oh, your name has changed a few times. Think about it, Doggie."

"I-I'm not a dog. I...I work for an inventive...a vest place."

William laughed at him. "Oh, no. Think more, stupid. Think harder."

"You...YOU were the older one! I...I was younger!"

"Very GOOD, dummy. Now try and think about where you are."

"The house. It did this. I can't think good anymore."

"I know that," William rolled his eyes. "I am now drowning in money and good looks and you are here for my beckoned call. Such a good pup. I'll let you remember that much. But mentally, you have an IQ just above retarded. So you'll be very happy making me happy. Won't you?"

Jim-Bob, once known as James, shook his head. He knew that their names had changed but he didn't care. He loved having sex with William and he loved how William took care of him. 

"Just one more time, though, for old times sake. Oh, but you probably wondered how I did this. Here, I'll boost your IQ long enough for you to understand." Suddenly Jim-Bob was more alert. "When I started doing work on this house, I couldn't stop fantasizing about what it would be like to own it. Hell, to own you. To have you do everything I wanted, my own personal servant. Of course such notions would have gotten me fired, especially as I wasn't your uh..type. But I have to say you make an excellent cocksucker. Really." Jim-Bob blushed at the compliment. 

"And now here I was, and the house I realized, was filled with power. It was meant for someone that knew how to take it, how to handle it and as it filled me more and more each day I received the magic messages hidden inside it. I was just the right personality. I was truly Alpha and I was utilizing the house to drain you of everything you had and slowly it became mine. Now I don't desire or want for anything, except for you to GIVE. Now. I'm going to use the house one last time to fulfill my dreams of being young and gorgeous. And you...well I have something special in mind. I've shaped you a few times, drained you at others. It's been a wonderful process watching you change, dummy. But then, no one said success was an easy process. Except me, that is." William smiled cruelly and said "Open up." 

Light exploded and he felt flooded and he felt his body getting hairy and he rolled over. He was outside, on the grass. He got up and felt his blubbery bearish body.

"Wonder where my Master went off to?" he grumbled. 

He walked back in the house. Master William was still transforming. His hair was becoming blond and his muscles were getting bigger and bigger. He was naked and judging by the looks of it, he had never been happier.

"This is amazing. GOD I FEEL SO YOUNG! AND STRONG! GOD I FEEL INCREDIBLE. GET OVER HERE, DOG. DOG IS YOUR NEW NAME. LEGALLY. YOU ARE DOG AND I AM WILLIAM LANGSTON. YOU ARE DOG HANDEY. WORSHIP ME! WORSHIP MY AMAZING BODY!"

Dog's IQ had jumped enough for him to be somewhat eloquent again. "Yes, Master. You are so beautiful, master. I adore you."

"What are you good for, Dog?" William pumped his magnificent frame and made his pecs dance, feeling the raw energy, the pure power of the house filling him with ALPHA godlike strength.

"Sir, I am good for serving you and being your cumwhore, sir."

"Do you know who I am, Dog?"

"Yes, Master. You are the vice president of an investment firm. You are very important, sir."

"Yes I am. I am one of the smartest, most beautiful men in the country. And I bought into a company when most men were barely able to flip burgers. Now get down on the floor and get ready to receive my cock, slave."

"Yes, Master. I love you, Master."

"Of course you do...it was part of my contract. I want a loving slave who will adore every move I made, like you do. And do you know what else is in that contract?" Dog couldn't answer as his mouth was full of cock. "That contract says you will be my servant for life. I will give you a wonderful life, of course. Better than a fat cumwhore pig like you deserves. But you will be faithful and maybe every once in a while I'll make you younger or more toned, maybe perhaps I'll drain off that supervisor you once had. Pearsons was his name, I believe. He could use about fifty pounds of fat and a big bald spot, I believe. Be a good Dog for a few years and you will have another fat pig here and then you will get to be a Master over him. And you'll look young and handsome and be smart again. And he will be your servant. Would that make you happy?"

"Mmm HMMM!" Dog grunted happily.

"Now how's that for a contract!" He came into Dog's mouth in a torrent.

The End