The Himbo Machine – Chapter Six

I barely got any rest. The joint helped a little, but I woke up around four in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. Eddie was snoring next to me peacefully. His scent was driving me wild. Sweaty and masculine... I wanted to curl up next to him so bad.

Instead I got up before the sun and I took a long shower. That woke Eddie up too, so we were on the road early. Breakfast was coffee. Eddie had a donut, but I didn’t want to fuck up my abs, so I just had an apple.

We got in the truck and started putting miles behind us.

“What do you think we’re gonna find in Ohio?” Eddie asked, trying to draw me into conversation.

“I dunno,” I mumbled.

“I bet Robinson’s hiding out there,” Eddie said to himself. “He’s probably got the Himbo Machine setup in the basement or something.”

I watched the landscape go by.

“Grant?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“Do you think Robinson’s in Dayton?”

“I dunno man,” I shrugged.

“You still pissed at me?” Eddie asked.

“Nah.”

“We’re making good progress,” he said. “We’ll catch up with Doc Robinson soon, and then you can have all the himbo pills you want.”

“Sure.”

Eventually Eddie gave up trying to engage me and flicked on the radio. He blasted classic rock while I leaned my head against the window and stared at the fields going past us.

I wasn’t pissed. I was horny, and more than a little confused. When I’m on the pills, yeah... I’m super into guys. I basically turn gay. But last night with Ricky – it had been more than a day since my last pill. Those things only last twelve hours.

And this morning... it was a day and a half. Still, the way Eddie’s scent filled the truck was driving me wild. I wanted him to pull over at the nearest truck stop and fuck me til I was numb. The urge was foreign and disturbing. I’m not gay. Not when I’m off the pills.

Last night with Ricky... we needed that address, and I didn’t want to accidentally raise his suspicions. If he somehow alerted Robinson then we’d be back at square one. So that made sense... I had to let him fuck me. It would have been suspicious otherwise.

So what if I loved it?

It was a long drive to Dayton – nine or ten hours. I barely spoke, all I could think about was how I felt with a cock inside me. Even when we stopped for burgers, I just zoned out and ate mine silently.

Finally we pulled into a dingy parking lot off the side of the highway. The short cinderblock building practically screamed ‘gym’. I could see guys working out inside. The short winter day was already fading into darkness.

“Do you have plan?” I asked, breaking my silence for the first time in hours.

“I was just gonna go inside,” Eddie shrugged. “Ask for the tour. Scope out the situation.”

“Careful,” I cautioned. “If Robinson’s set up in there, he might be using the gym as a front to convert more guys into himbos.”

Eddie laughed.

“Shit bro, this is impossible,” he chuckled. “This is like something from a bad sci-fi movie. Sex Zombies from Planet X.”

“More like Planet XXX,” I said, attempting a joke. Eddie rewarded me with a low chuckle.

That’s cool, it wasn’t funny anyway.

“Seriously dude,” I said. “We just left ‘The Himbo District’... I’m pretty sure that was weird, even for Brooklyn. Robinson’s not being discrete and he’s not being choosy... he’s just transforming guys into himbos as fast as he can. I don’t want you to walk in for the tour and walk out with a buttplug, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie said. “You get that I’m gay, right? A buttplug doesn’t scare me.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “I know. Okay... hey, look at that! I think we’re in the right spot.”

The gym swung open and a beefy young man in walked out. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of old-school running shorts, a pair of high top sneakers, and a backpack. His blond hair was spiked up and he wore a dopey grin.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” I laughed. I watched the himbo walk off down the street, enjoying the way his muscular ass strained against the shorts.

“But check out this guy,” Eddie said, tapping me on the bicep. “I guess Robinson’s not transforming every guy who walks through the door.”

I tore my eyes off the blond himbo and looked back at the door. A skinny twenty-something kid in a ratty winter coat was trudging out of the gym. The guy looked like he could barely handle the door, let alone a barbell.

“Hey, wait here a sec,” I said to Eddie, pulling my door open. I hopped out of the truck and jogged after the nerdy looking guy. He heard me behind him and turned, glaring at me through a pair of thick framed glasses.

“What?” he said apprehensively.

“Whoa,” I said. raising my hands in peace. “I just wanna talk. I’m Grant.”

“Oh... uh... I’m Oliver,” the guy said. “Oliver. But I’m trying to get people to call me Ollie.”

“Okay. Ollie,” I said, glancing back at the gym. “I was wondering about this place. I’ve been hearing some rumours... you know what I’m talkin’ about?”

“Wait a sec. Is this uh... is this how it happens?” Ollie asked hesitantly.

“Huh?”

“You know...”

“Dude, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

“The way you’re dressed...” Ollie said, pointing at me. “Tight jeans. A tanktop. In the middle of winter? Like you care more about showing off than keeping warm.”

“Yeah...” I said, scratching my chest awkwardly. A good himbo hates to be overdressed. “It’s uh... it’s just my style.”

“Your muscles? Your looks?” Ollie pointed out. “Uh Grant... you’ve got to be one of... uh... them.”

“Sorry,” I shrugged, not quite lying. “I just got into town. I swear, I’m just trying to find out what’s happening at that gym.”

Ollie looked at me closely. I tried hard to look trustworthy.

“Okay...” he finally breathed out. “Okay. I’m sorry. I was just... hoping, y’know? That maybe...” He looked relieved and disappointed at the same time.

“Listen Ollie,” I said. “I’ve heard some rumours, but they’re pretty vague. What do you know?”

“Um... okay. So like... eight... nine months ago, like a couple dozen guys who went to this gym all changed like... overnight. They all used to be just average, y’know? And now... did you see Jesse leave?”

“Huh?”

“Jesse, he was right in front of me.”

“The blond guy?”

“Yeah,” Ollie said. “They all turned into big guys like him. They’re all hot and muscular and...”

I waited. Sometimes that’s the best way to make someone talk.

“They’re uh... they all turned into like... hyper-sexed up gay guys. That’s how I found out... they started turning up at all the gay bars around town. This gym is kinda an urban legend, y’know? Work out here long enough and it’ll happen to you.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I uh... that's why I signed up,” Ollie admitted. “But I guess I was too late. It only happened the once. Whatever was going on... I keep hoping it’ll start up again.”

“You want to be changed?” I asked, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

“Um... yeah?” Ollie said. “I mean... who doesn't want to be a sexed up muscle stud, right?”

I sighed. Yeah... I knew the way he felt.

“I’m sorry,” Ollie said, backing away. “That was weird. Look Grant, I’m gonna go.”

“Yeah, okay bro,” I nodded. “But hey... I’ve only been working out a few years, okay, and I’m plenty built. Just keep it up. Stay consistent. If you wanna gain some muscle, all you gotta do is lift hard, okay?”

“Yeah...” Ollie mirrored my nod. “Okay. Thanks Grant.”

“Yeah.”

I turned and walked back to the truck. Yeah, Robinson had been here, that was for sure.

“Okay... what’s up?” Eddie asked, giving me a puzzled look.

“Robinson’s definitely been here,” I told him. “He put a couple dozen guys through the machine last spring. Sounds like he didn't stick around too long – I’m guessing he skipped town right after.”

“Okay!” Eddie said, slapping me on the knee. “Then we’re good to go in and check it out.”

“For sure,” I said, suddenly excited. A good himbo works out everyday. “Let me grab some workout clothes outta my suitcase.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Eddie nodded. “We’ll go in and do a workout and take a look around. Uh...”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any spare gym clothes?” he asked. “I didn’t think to pack any.”

“Bro, gym clothes are like the only thing I packed!”

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We told the guy at the front desk that we were thinking about switching to their gym. They were eager to give us a free session

The guy at the desk was yet another piece in the pile of evidence. Between his buzzed blond hair, his skintight tanktop, and his tiny pair of shorts with the gyms branding, I knew he was another of Robinson’s victims. He gave me a big idiot grin and waved us right through.

“Hey... uh, Grant... is this all you’ve got?” Eddie asked. He’d picked a locker on the opposite side of the change room from me, so I had to turn and look.

I almost broke out laughing. I’m used to the way I look – the sight of me in rugby shorts and a stringer tank isn’t a shock anymore. Eddie was wearing the most conservative pair of gym clothes I owned, . A pair of red shorts that reached about halfway down his thigh, and a white cutaway tank that barely covered anything... my bro looked like a total slut.

It’s lucky he’s shorter. That tank is a crop top on me.

“Sorry bro,” I said ironically. “That’s the style these days. Everyone in New York is doing it."

“Whatever,” Eddie laughed uncomfortably. “I’ve worn less.”

“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Sure you have. You’re like... the straightest gay guy I know.”

“Hey, fuck off,” Eddie laughed. “I only take that shit from my actual gay friends.”

I slammed my locker shut and walked over to him.

“Hey, how many dicks do I gotta suck before I can make a joke,” I said pointedly. “Now come on, we’ve got a mystery to solve.”

Eddie followed me out onto the gym floor. We got plenty of jealous glances from the guys in the weight room. The gym was full of nerdy guys like Ollie and a few hot guys like us. I guess Ollie wasn’t the only twink hoping for an overnight transformation.

I headed straight for the squat rack. It's just instinct for me at this point. Tyler had me working on my ass six days a week – it had already been too long since my last workout. A good himbo works out everyday.

Eddie was glancing around while I loaded plates onto the bar. I did a set while he looked for any clues.

“Your turn,” I said, breathing heavy. “You okay with 135? Or you wanna go lighter?”

“Uh... I don’t see anything here,” Eddie said. “Why don’t we look around the rest of the gym.”

“C’mon bro, get your ass under the bar,” I laughed.

Eddie ended up doing eight reps at 135. I’m sure he could do more, but he didn’t seem to care about pushing himself. I shook my head as I reloaded the bar – you gotta push.

“Grant, for real, we’re here to find Robinson,” Eddie hissed as I started my second set. “We’ve got to check the place out.”

“Yeah,” I grunted, re-racking the bar in annoyance. I hate people talking when I lift. "Just lemme finish off another set, okay? It’s helping... working out the energy, y’know?”

It took two more sets for him to pull me away from the squat rack. My pulse was heavy and thumping in my ears. Before Sam I’d worked out to look good or because my buddies did – now I needed it. I needed to really ground myself in the physical, y’know? Forget about the world and just fuckin’ exist.

Eddie grabbed my arm.

“Seriously Grant, we gotta look around,” he snapped.

I realized I’d already started loading plates on a bench press. I shook my head and tried to focus. He was right – we were here to find Robinson. I slid the 45 off the bar and nodded in agreement.

We wandered around and poked our heads through every doorway. Cardio machines, a yoga studio, a room full of weight machines... for fucks sakes people, all you gotta do is feel the iron in your hands.

Eventually we found a hallway with an ‘Employee’s Only’ door at the end.

“Let’s check it out,” Eddie suggested. It wasn’t locked, so we slipped inside. There was a set of stairs leading down into the dark. Eddie pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. Who takes their phone into the fuckin’ gym?

The stairs led us down into a basement. The walls were grey cinderblocks, not even painted. It was what you’d expect in a gym – busted equipment, a bin full of used towels, a laundry machine. Finally Eddie’s light landed on the jackpot.

It was a pallet of chemicals, glowing faintly in the flashlight beam. Eddie read off some of the names – I’d tell you their names, but honestly, who remembers that stuff?

“I recognize these,” Eddie said. “These are some of the chemicals Professor Larkin uses for his research.”

“Huh,” I said, chewing my lip. “Maybe it’s a stockpile? Something Robinson needs to make the machine work?”

“If that’s true, he’s got to be somewhere nearby,” Eddie said with a grin. He looked like a maniac in the flashlight beam.

There was a creak above us. The door swinging open. We heard the click of a light switch and the basement lit up with flickering fluorescent light. We were caught out in the open. The blond from the front desk came downstairs.

“Hey guys,” he said dumbly. “Found you! The manager’s all ready. Follow me."

Eddie glanced at me and gave me a slight tilt of his head. We’ve got that special telepathy that only comes from being roommates. Play along, he was thinking, whatever happened.

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It was a small office, painted the same sterile white as the rest of the gym. A desk, two chairs for visitors, and a potted plant that had seen better days. It was all the way upstairs, on the second floor next to some squash courts. We could hear the muffled sounds of a game happening as we stood there. The manager had a big window looking out over the weight room – he must have enjoyed a great view of my ass doing squats.

“Thank you,” the thirty-something athlete said to the blond guy. “Close the door.”

The front desk guy backed out and shut the door softly. Back to work.

“You two should have checked in with me right away. I’m glad Billy told me you arrived,” the manager said pointedly. “I guess some himbos just can’t resist a workout. What does Dr. Robinson need now?”

This guy thought we were a couple of Robinson’s himbos. And honestly, the way we were dressed, who could blame him? I glanced over at Eddie – he had a nervous look on his face, so I decided to take charge.

“He wants a status update,” I said, trying my best to sound like an idiot.

“Goddamn it,” the manager laughed. “Why can’t he just send an email. Act like a regular person for once. Okay... what status is he looking for?”

“Uh...” I stuttered. I didn’t know enough to bluff. “He uh... he wants a full status update.”

“Okay,” the manager said. “We’re still waiting on our supplier for a few of the last items. This stuff isn’t exactly over-the-counter, y’know? But the full shipment will be prepped and ready to ship next month.”

“Okay,” I said.

“That’s on time,” the manager said tensely. “Don’t tell me he wants to move up the timetable again. I can't make this stuff appear out of thin air – it takes a while to get it synthesized. Doc Robinson needs to pull his head out of – y’know what... no, don’t tell him any of that. Just tell him it's on schedule and it’ll be shipped out as expected.”

“Okay,” I nodded, trying to plan my exit.

“So which one of you is sticking around to drive the cargo back?” the manager asked, glancing between us. “You’re pretty early, but I guess we can stick you at the front desk while you wait.”

I glanced at Eddie and saw him sneaking a look at me. I tried to activate our roommate telepathy again – Robinson was using himbos like carrier pigeons, and I guess delivery drivers. Maybe this was an opportunity – we could hijack the chemical shipment. Or would the real driver show up and expose us?

“Uh...” I said uncertainly.

It only took an instant for the manager to pick up that something was wrong. His whole vibe became suddenly guarded. I watched as he punched a button on his phone.

“Who are you guys?” he demanded. “Who sent you?”

“Um, we’re just...” Eddie stumbled.

Then the door burst open and strong hands were grabbing us from behind. I tried to wrest myself away, but there were two of them for each of us. We didn’t stand a chance.

Eddie and I quickly found ourselves tied to the chairs.

“Okay... Tony, Mike, you guys stay here just in case,” the manager said. “You two, go grab that guy – the one with the hungry look. It's gonna be his lucky day.”

“Hey man, this is all a big misunderstanding...” Eddie started.

The manager ignored him. Instead he walked over to a tiny wall safe and punched in a combination. There was a beep and a clicking lock. The manager pulled out a box and sat back down at his desk.

“So, what are you guys looking for?” he asked.

“Nothing man, this is –” Eddie started again.

“We’re looking for Robinson,” I interrupted. “We don’t care about the gym. We don’t care about you. Just tell us where to find him and we’ll be out of your life forever.”

“It’s not that easy boys,” the manager smirked. "The doctor has been very generous to me, both in money and in staffing the gym. I wouldn’t betray him – even if I could. See, Robinson always sends me a messenger himbo to actually deliver the shipments. I don’t have a clue where he setup the new lab.”

“Huh?” Eddie grunted.

“Luckily he left me this...” the manager said, hefting the box. “In case of emergency.”

He opened the box and removed a bulky pair of sunglasses. They were attached to a couple of plastic tanks with tubes. I recognized the glowing chemicals – they looked like the ones from downstairs.

“I’d use this on one of you, but I imagine Doc Robinson will want to interrogate you. Luckily, we’ve got plenty of options.”

I heard the door swing open again. I heard a familiar voice.

“What’s going on?” it asked. “Is uh... is this how it happens?”

I twisted my head and saw Ollie, in baggy shorts and a t-shirt. He must have come back for a second workout. Apparently my little speech about putting in the work made an impact. He was struggling against two blond himbos... but honestly, he wasn’t struggling that much. His expression looked almost eager.

“Sit him down here,” the manager said, moving from his chair. “Hold him down.”

“What’s going on? Grant?” Ollie said, recognizing me.

“You know these guys?” the manager said with surprise.

“We met outside...” Ollie said. “They were asking questions about the gym!”

“Oh well... that’s not important now,” the manager said. “I’m going to make all your wishes come true.”

“Huh?” Ollie said.

“I’ve seen the way you look at my boys,” the manager laughed. “In a few hours, you’re going to be a muscular fucktoy, just like them. You’re gonna be so happy.”

“There’s got to be a catch,” Ollie said, giving a weak protest. If he was an actor, I’d never believe his performance.

“No catch,” the manager said. “I need a carrier pigeon. Doc Robinson left me this, in case of emergency.” He hefted the glasses and slid them over Ollie’s eyes. The manager stuck a couple of IV lines into Ollie’s arm and pressed a button on the side of the glasses. Almost instantly, Ollie stopped the pretence of struggling.

“Whoa...” he said, slumping back in the desk chair.

We sat there for hours, watching Ollie’s muscles twitch and spasm, slowly getting bigger and bigger. In just a few hours he put on years worth of growth. His t-shirt was stretched tightly across his heavy new pecs, and those baggy shorts tented out as his erection rose.

Eddie and I were helpless, secured too tightly to move. The manager walked in and out, but he always left at least a couple of the gym himbos to watch over us. Eventually we heard the weight room quiet down, fewer and fewer people lifting as it got late. Finally, sometime after the last plate was dropped for the night, the glasses gave off a soft chime. The manager looked up from his phone and took the glasses from Ollie’s face.

“What’s the message?” Ollie asked immediately. His face was heavier than before, but the biggest difference was the confidence he carried.

“I believe the operation may have been compromised,” the manager said. “I think that someone is after Dr. Robinson, and these two are his agents. I want you to report to Robinson, and take these two along for interrogation. You know where you're going?”

“Sure thing dude,” Ollie said, glancing at the clock. “We leave at dawn. You got somewhere you can lock these guys up?”

The manager had us marched back down to the basement. We ended up in a small storage room filled with gym mats.

There was nothing else to do, so I tried to get some sleep.

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I was in Professor Larkin’s house again, but everything was at a weird angle. I was standing in the front room, staring down at Sam’s body – he was dead. A single bullet through his forehead. Clean and bloodless, like you’d see on TV.

“Relax bro!” a beefy blond man told me as he reloaded his pistol. “It’s just like... what Doc Robinson needed, okay?” He was dressed in a stylish black outfit and gave me a sleepy grin while he fumbled with another bullet.

“Bro, wazzzzzzzup?” Tyler said behind me.

“They killed Sam,” I gasped.

“Whatever, right?” Tyler laughed, standing in front of me now. He was dressed like a fratboy – baggy jeans and a badly fitting t-shirt. A backwards hat completed the look. “Sam sucked bro, but Robinson’s totally chill.”

“Tyler?” I asked.

“Tyler’s not here no more,” he said, gesturing like he was in a rap video. “Robinson wiped me brah. Like he needed another himbo,” he said with an obnoxious laugh.

“I don’t need you,” Robinson hissed in my ear. “I don’t know what Sam saw in you! You’re useless! You’re a bad himbo!”

“No!”

“Relax Grant,” Robinson chuckled. “You get to go back to your life – you’ve got a girlfriend, you’re the quarterback of your college team, you’ve got lots of friends! And they all want to talk about pussy...”

“No!” I shouted. “None of that’s true!”

“It’s all true now,” Robinson giggled. “Just ask Eddie!”

“Yeah Grant,” Eddie said, a manic look in his eye. “C’mon man, let’s talk about pussy. I’m done with that gay shit. No more cock for you! Never any cock for you!”

“Shut up!” I screamed. I ran out of the living room and ended up in my old bedroom, back in Eddie and mine’s apartment. The desk was piled high with books, and my old wardrobe was piled next to the hamper.

“What’s wrong Grant?” Robinson asked smugly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

I woke up drenched in sweat.

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I don’t know how long I laid there before they burst in the room.

Two pairs of hands grabbed me and dragged me out. I heard Eddie shouting as they locked the door again. I finally got my feet on the floor and stumbled up the stairs under my own power – mostly.

“You’re a hungry little bottom, aren’t you,” Ollie hissed in my ear as they marched me towards the weight room. “I can always tell.” He laughed darkly, enjoying the power he held.

“Ollie, what’s...?” I asked.

“I gotta thank you Grant,” Ollie said. “If you ever tried to fuck over Doc Robinson, I never woulda been recruited. It’s pretty fuckin’ sweet brah, going full himbo. Maybe I’m not dumb like the other guys, but that’s just cuz the Doc needs his courier’s smart, y’know?”

“Ollie... is it you? Are you still in there?”

“I’ve got all his memories,” the new Ollie smirked, shoving me down onto the bench press. “But they’re just memories bro, I’m a whole new badass personality.”

Someone else held me down while Ollie fastened a handcuff to my wrist. He pulled my arm up roughly and looped the chain around the bar. Then the second cuff went on and I found myself secured.

“How much do you bench bro?” Olle asked casually. “Guys, load up... probably three plates is enough? I don't want him getting loose.”

“You got it,” his accomplice grunted.

“Now, Grant... I want to know who sent you,” Ollie said, dropping his track pants. “And like I say... I think you’re a hungry little bottom bitch, aren't ya’? So here's the deal... I’m gonna fuck ya’, but only if you tell me who you’re working for, okay?”

I wrapped my hands around the bar and tried to move it. Nope, dammit... way too heavy for me. Even with adrenaline.

“C’mon Grant, whaddaya think?” Ollie said, groping at his cock.

I didn't want to get fucked, did I? My mind was churning, flashing back to the way I felt in Brooklyn. The desperate need to take Ricky’s cock up my ass. God... it felt so good, begging him to use me like that.

My hole twitched. I remembered Larkin’s cock, pushing inside of me. Tyler. Eddie. So many men... so many cocks... they felt so good.

God, I was craving it.

Ollie rubbed lube on my hole, making me twitch even more. I flexed my cheeks, hopeful that he’d slip a finger inside. Wishing he’d give me just one finger...

“C’mon Grant, don’t make me leave you horny,” Ollie begged. “Don’t make me lock you back in your room. Maybe I’m not dumb like the others but... bro, I’m still hella horny. I wanna fuck you, just as bad as you wanna get fucked.”

He lifted my legs. I whimpered as he teased my hole with his cock, letting his head tickle me.

“It won’t do any harm,” Ollie promised. “Just tell me who sent you. Then I can fuck you. Make you scream like a little bitch, huh?”

“It was Larkin,” I gasped. “Sam Larkin. I’m working for Sam Larkin.”

Ollie nodded at me and grinned. I felt his cock press into my hole. My body went on autopilot, relaxing into it and using the bar to brace myself so he could fuck me hard.

“Yeah bitch,” Ollie moaned as he plunged in and out of me. “Take it. Take my fuckin’ stud cock.”

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Once he fucked me, Ollie undid the handcuffs and stopped dragging me around. He still had a close eye on me, but he was treating me like he’d broken me in. I’ll be real with you – he might have. I didn't try to run or fight or anything. I just let him lead me to the showers.

The hot water felt good. I let it run down my body for a few minutes, washing off the cum as it dripped out of my hole. Ollie rinsed off beside me – I shot so hard I left cum dripping down his chest.

“Dude, I can’t believe you’re working for Larkin,” Ollie said casually as he relaxed under the water.

He didn’t seem like he was in a hurry, so I took my time too and enjoyed the view. Ollie’s skinny frame had swelled into a meaty sculpture. He had to be carrying an extra fifty or sixty pounds of muscle. I couldn’t believe how jealous that made me.

“Why?” I asked. “Sam’s a good guy.”

“I dunno, I was talkin’ with the guys earlier and they filled me in. Said Larkin’s been going around drugging his students or whatever. No consent or nothin’.”

“I don’t remember them asking you consent,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but dude, I wanted this,” Ollie grinned. “Doc Robinson did me a huge solid, even if he don’t know it yet. Watch out for that Larkin guy though, if he offers you his shit don’t take it. Unpredictable.”

“Yeah... I already took it,” I shrugged, grabbing a towel and drying off.

“No way! Shit man... you turned out good.”

“Yeah, except I’m off the pills, at least til I track down Robinson for him.”

“Fucker,” Ollie laughed. “Dude, just ask Robinson to help you out. You wanna be on the winning team here, right?”

I tugged on my shorts and my stringer again. I fussed with my hair, but I turned down the hair putty Ollie offered – I didn’t want Eddie to know I’d been sleeping with the enemy.

But fuck me... I wanted to do it again.

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They pulled Eddie out of the storage room and let us both go to the bathroom. A few minutes later we were in the back of a cargo van, rolling out of town. I wondered if it was the same van Larkin had seen at the warehouse in Brooklyn – it had a cage in the back just like that one. That’s where Eddie and I were sitting on a couple of gym mats.

Ollie was driving, and another himbo from the gym was riding along with us – I guess he wanted to extra muscle in case we tried anything. I wasn’t in the mood to attempt an escape. Truth be told, I was thinking about Ollie’s suggestion. Who needed Sam when Doctor Robinson could transform me into a permanent himbo AND give me a dream body while he did it.

On the other hand... Ollie wasn’t really Ollie anymore, was he? Did I want that to happen to me? Wipe me down and install someone new? If that doesn’t scare you, it should. This technology is out in the world... it’s only a matter of time until it gets free.

Besides, I’m pretty sure Sam loves me. The real me.

“You okay?” Eddie asked me as the van pulled onto the highway. “You were gone a while.”

“Settle in boys,” Ollie called from the front. “Get comfy, we got a long drive.”

“Can you at least turn around and grab our bags?” Eddie shot back. “It’s fucking December, and these shorts barely qualify as shorts.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ollie chuckled. “We’re going somewhere warm.”

Then the fucker started blasting dance music, like we were on a road trip. He’s got a great cock, but as a kidnapper, he’s kinda a douchebag.

“Man, Larkin’s gonna regret ever going after Doctor R, y’know?” Ollie called back conversationally.

“How does he know?” Eddie whispered to me. “About Larkin.”

My stomach tensed. I guess Eddie was gonna find out sometime. I just didn’t expect Ollie to spill the beans so soon.

“Um... I told him...” I admitted.

“What?”

“It’s uh... fuck man...” I stammered. How did you explain? “He... he said he’d fuck me if I told him,” I confessed. “And I needed it.”

Eddie stared at me, eyes wide.

“Dude... I swear, I’m straight... I just... I needed a cock up my ass, okay?” I winced. “I don’t... I don’t know why, but I couldn’t resist. Brooklyn too dude... I let Ricky fuck me. I fuckin’ begged for it man.”

“Whoa,” Eddie said, drawing away from me. “So what, you’re into cock now?”

“I don’t know. I never.... I don’t know what the pills did to me dude, but I can’t help myself. It’s like... fuck man, it’s complicated. Like I’m straight – for real! But then some guy’s tryin’ to fuck me and I’m just... weak, y’know?” My heart was racing. It was flight or fight, and I couldn’t run.

“Hey!” Eddie said, grabbing both my shoulders. “Listen to me. You’re not weak. You’re... the pills have got to still be influencing you. They might have a short half-life, but there’s lots of the chemical still in your system. You took them for months bro, there’s probably all kinds of buildup or whatever.”

“For real?” I asked, seizing onto the idea. Eddie’s a scientist. If he says something like that, maybe it’s true. “Like... I’m not really a hungry bottom? I’m just coming down off the drugs?”

That made me feel better.

“I mean... it’s possible?” Eddie said unconfidently. “With enough time it’ll fade, right?”

“Okay... yeah,” I grinned. “Yeah, that’s it. It’s just the pills wearing off.”

Eddie hugged me, bringing me close and holding me tight. I leaned in and breathed deep. Yeah, this wasn’t my fault. I hadn’t given up Sam just for a thick cock... I wasn't really responsible...

I kept telling myself over and over. It’s just the pills.

But deep down I knew the truth. I needed cock. Wrapped in his strong arms, I wanted Eddie’s dick so bad it hurt.

I stared out the back window at the sunrise.

Where the hell were we going?