By Darthkoo5 And BrandedX2
- Note: “The stories take place in a world where a scientist named Omar Bell released a chemical that transformed all white men into small, feminine “bois” — not only did they lose their physical stature and strength, but they also lost their mental resolve, becoming meek, flighty versions of themselves. The world becomes dominated by women and black men. I always liked to imagine what this would do to the bodybuilding world. Thus, this story was born.”-That came from BrandedX2. “I saw this story years ago and felt it was unfinished. I wrote the sex scenes. It is set in Nikki S. Jenkins’ Omar Bell Universe”-Darthkoo5
Jay peeked cautiously through the curtains, careful not to let anyone get a glimpse of him. There was a big dais set up, probably for them to walk along. It was the Olympia expo, the gathering of professionals in the fitness industry before the legendary competition that night.
A crowd of women, hard-bodied and tan, as well as two black men with the ripped proportions of physique competitors had gathered to the spectacle. Jay was used to walking around amongst that crowd, bathing in their adoration and respect, but now the attention seemed daunting. He pulled the belt on his robe tighter and backed away from the curtains anxiously.
“You ready for this big Jay?” PJ said in his soft, high voice.
He gave Jay a squeeze on his perky behind. Jay’s whole body shuddered at the contact and he backed away from it. PJ winked and smiled. “Get ready, boi,” he said, his yoga-pants clad rear-end swaying sensuously back and forth. “You’re gonna be our show-stopper.”
That’s what Jay was afraid of. This was the second Olympia since the Great Change, when Omar Bell’s virus swept over the world and reduced white men to soft, feminine little bois. All men affected by the virus underwent a shocking change in status as their virility was stripped away over about a month. No one took the change harder than the bodybuilding community.
While all white men had a lot to go through to get used to their new smaller bodies, bodybuilders, who’d marched around previously as pillars of masculine size and strength, lost so much more. Men who were used to weighing in at over 250 pounds — sometimes closer to 300 — had a much harder time adjusting.
Many tried to deny what was happening, frustrated by their waning strength and their loosening clothes. Jay remembered the day he finally accepted what had happened to him, sobbing into a now-gigantic XXXL tank top behind his couch as muscular development.com reporters banged on his door, desperate to get a shot of Jay Cutler, the former four time Mr. Olympia, now smaller than his own wife.
The first Olympia show after the virus came and went, all white competitors entirely absent while black athletes, the only real men still able to hold massive amounts of muscle, took over the sport. Jay’s wife left him, his career had evaporated and sales for his supplement company plummeted.
Then one day, after Jay had avoided his calls for weeks, PJ Braun showed up at his door. Jay was shocked to see him in person. The simpering little boi that introduced himself as PJ in no way resembled the massively muscled, good-looking man Jay remembered. He was now just over five-feet tall (still two whole inches taller than tiny Jay, a difference that seemed great to him) and just a smattering over 90 lbs.
His formerly wide, bulging shoulders had compressed, his huge arms now slender and angular. Even more shocking to Jay, PJ had begun to wear the clothes that he’d seen bois wearing in the news: a tiny string tank top that covered up his sensitive little nipples as well as stretch pants that accentuated his round rear end, the only part of him that wasn’t slender.
At one point he turned around and Jay saw the words “SLUTBOI” written in shiny gold across his plump backside. PJ was extending an offer to purchase what was left of Cutler Athletics — his own company, now called Blackstone Fit, had begun to offer fitness apparel for men, women, and now bois — but he had an even greater plan ahead of them, one that would involve Jay accepting an endorsement deal with his company.
“We’re going to change the face of the fitness world — again,” PJ lilted in his high voice. Jay wasn’t sure he believed what PJ was telling him, but it was the best offer he had going in a world of dwindling possibility, so Jay signed the papers. And now, staring out at the crowd at the Olympia expo, he was seriously starting to regret it.
PJ strutted toward the curtain, taking one look back at Jay and the other athletes, and then walked out to the audience. Speaking into a (pink and glittery, Jay noted) microphone headset he projected his shrill voice confidently to the crowd. Knowing that the beginning of the presentation meant his time to go out there was rapidly approaching, and having heard PJ’s spiel a hundred times, before, Jay retreated from the curtain, pacing around nervously, while the two other little boi “athletes” lined up to be presented to the crowd.
“Many believe that bois have no place in the fitness industry, but today you’ll see that the athletic spirit, so ferociously displayed by us when we were men, is still present today! By next year we will see boi competitions across the country — and soon enough, here at the Olympia as well!”
Mike O’hearn was the first to walk out. Gone was the huge body that had earned him the nickname Titan, as well as the chiseled jaw he had been known for. Now a tan, lithe little boi, he still had his big curly romance-novel cover stud hair — only now the loose, curvy locks looked even more feminine atop his delicate facial features and long, flirty eyelashes.
He strutted out toward the crowd wearing Blackstone Fit’s proposed “competition suit” for bois, if the International Federation of Bodybuilding approved their proposal for a Boi category in the sport. Tiny strings looped over his narrow shoulders, holding a small rectangle of shiny purple of fabric against his pert little nipples.
The bottom resembled a miniature version of the posing trunks they’d all competed in when they’d been men, but reduced in the rear to show curvier buttocks, and pulled taut in the front to fit tightly against their tiny boy-nubs. Mike’s little top had his name written in glittery letters across it.
“It’s important everyone recognizes who you are. We’re selling your names out there, your reputations. We’re not gonna pull this off with your little bodies.” Still, it was so small on the tiny piece of fabric that the audience had to lean in just to make it out. Mike walked confidently out against the crowd, ignoring the whispers and giggles.
One of the big men in the audience whistled. “Work it, little boi!” he said, and Mike blushed and turned around to present his perky little glutes. Jay shuddered; having heard scary stories about the way bois and men reacted to each other’s pheromones, he’d tried his best to avoid having to see any real men since the change. Obviously it couldn’t be totally avoided, but he’d never had to face a man the size of these big black behemoths in the crowd. He’d brought this up to PJ beforehand, only to have it casually dismissed.
“Well, if they’re turned on by you, mission accomplished,” PJ had said. “And if you’re turned on by them, work it. We’ve always been pros at working a crowd that’s excited by us.”
Next up was Alexey Lesukov, whose baby-face had remained post-transformation, making him look barely twelve. “I assure you, folks, this boi is of legal age, even though that cute little face doesn’t look a day past ten!”
Alexey’s freakish genetics, which had blessed him with a dense frame stuffed with bloated muscle as a man, still asserted themselves post-change. His bottom was, relative to his slight, thin body, a set of twin melons. His boi-trunks disappeared into its curvature. He walked with a sexy Ursula-esque sway, and as soon as he sauntered out along the dais, the crowd was abuzz with his fantastic behind.
“Show ’em what you can do, Al!” PJ said. Alexey smiled a cute, toothy grin and then lithely lifted his right leg straight up in the air, gripping his dainty foot and holding the position. Then he gently lowered his leg back down to the ground and slid to the ground in a perfect split, his big caboose preventing him from sliding all the way down to the ground. The audience tittered. A few people clapped. Alexey rose and took his spot on the stage opposite Mike.
Jay noticed PJ’s wife, Celeste, casually walking the perimeter of the booth talking on her cell phone, completely uninterested in the show on the BlackstoneFit stage. As she passed PJ she casually patted him on the head without looking at him. He leaned into the contact, nuzzling her hand. In her heels she was easily ten inches taller than her little boi husband.
From what Jay had heard, despite the fact that they remained married, PJ and Celeste now had an open sexual relationship. The whispered stories were that Celeste would invite over large black men whose dicks would find a way into both Celeste and PJ. Jay had been horrified to hear that when Celeste and PJ did have sex together, it was with PJ on the receiving end of the strap-on.
Rumor had it that PJ’s high-pitched squeals could be heard by all of their neighbors. Despite PJ’s role as figurehead, Celeste seemed to be the one running the shots for BlackstoneFit, and it was Celeste who Jay was worried about crossing. If he violated his contract, he’d have to deal with her, and he’d seen the forceful way he’d ordered PJ around. Worse, Jay didn’t believe he had it in himself anymore to stand up to her. He was going to have to walk out in front of that crowd.
“And now,” PJ introduced, and Jay loosened the belt on his robe, “the king himself, four time Mr. Olympia — Jay Cutler!” Jay walked out, remembering PJ’s orders: “Sway that ass, walk like you own yourself, and look like you’re loving it.”
Jay was wearing a little set of gold boi-trunks, as well as a tiny little top with his name written in white sequins. His hair was still his trademark blonde, still spiked high, and he was as tan as anyone remembered him, but the similarities ended there. His physique was still perfect, but by boi standards: slender shoulders, perfectly thin arms, toned legs and a wide, pear-shaped ass. PJ had smeared glitter along every inch of him, and he felt like the little guy on top of the Olympia statue as he marched in front of the crowd.
For a tense moment, the crowd was silent, but then they began to Ooooh and Aaaah. People applauded. He felt a surge of adrenaline, a micron of confidence rising through him, and extended his waifish arms and curled them into what would, on a man or a fit woman, be known as a Double Biceps pose. His biceps barely existed anymore, but the presentation caused a surge in excitement in the crowd. Jay did a turn, presenting every inch of himself, satisfied by their appraisal.
Without even looking, Jay sensed real men approaching — the air smelled different, somehow, and he felt a tingling down his spine and in his little nips and boy-nub. He felt a growing warmth and moistness in his ass, a side-effect of the change he wasn’t used to — it all felt mildly intoxicating. He watched as Mike and Alexey showed the same signs of arousal, heard PJ’s voice start to trail off lazily as well.
Then Jay turned and saw them coming. For a moment he felt like he’d never seen any living thing as big as the three gigantic men walking toward him, but then he recognized them, tall and wide and stuffed with pure, bulging, veiny black muscle, and he realized that there was once a time when he was the same size as they were, when he competed alongside all of them and held his own.
Phil Heath, Kai Greene and Ronnie Coleman all approached, the crowd parting around them, each of them seeming to generate gravity with their massive size. Jay tried to still his fluttering little heart. He felt his stance start to wobble as his eyes tried to take in what seemed like miles of hard black skin.
“Gentlemen!” PJ said, cautiously approaching. “So glad to see some — “
“Quiet,” ordered Phil without even looking. PJ immediately fell silent — in fact, seemed physically unable to speak, now.
“Shoo,” Kai said, waving a hand in PJ’s direction. The little boi backed away slowly, then tittered into the crowd, while the three huge bodybuilders approached the little bois arranged like trophies on the stage.
“Look at this one,” Phil said, stroking Mike’s big curls with a thick paw. Mike shuddered in ecstasy, his eyes glazing with a far-away look.
“What a pretty little boy,” he said. “Show me that booty, boi!” Kai said, snapping a finger in Alexey’s face.
The little boi turned around and bent at the waist, presenting his voluptuous rear for inspection. Kai traced the boi’s dramatic curves with his finger, sliding up the ample crack. Alexey let out a shrill yip. Kai tugged at one of Alexey’s ears, then scooped the boi up with one hand, tossing him over his shoulder. Phil did the same with Mike, and the two gigantic men strode away, barely encumbered by their little prizes.
Jay took in Ronnie’s huge proportions as he approached. He was like a brick wall of human, so wide and tall. Jay had a feeling of vertigo as he struggled to take in all of the giant man. Ronnie leaned in and inhaled deeply, the path of his nose starting at Jay’s face and slowly trailing down to the little gold boi-trunks covering his tiny little nub.
“Mmmm,” Ronnie groaned with a sound so rich it vibrated Jay’s little nips.
“Look at you, little thing,” he said. He dug a finger under Jay’s shiny top and gave it a twang. “You ain’t nothin’ but a peanut!”
Ronnie turned around and nodded his head away from the stage. He crouched down a bit. It took Jay a minute to realize that Ronnie was prompting him to climb on his back! Very cautiously he looped his little arms around Ronnie’s big neck, and then they were off, Jay bouncing against the thick coiled snakes of Ronnie’s immensely muscled back, his arms barely able to clear Ronnie’s wide traps and non-existent neck.
With every powerful stride, Jay felt himself slide back and forth against the wall of muscle, his boynub stimulated to the point that he feared he couldn’t hold on much longer, his ass so moist he worried people could see it. The crowd had dispersed at this point, BlackstoneFit’s booth completely abandoned. As he watched it disappear behind him, he worried about what would become of him. As crowds parted at the sight of Ronnie Coleman with a little blonde boi on his back, Ronnie extended his big arms to them.
“Hey folks, check out four time Mr. Olympia Jay Cutler!” he declared. Jay’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but deeper he felt something smoldering, a sexual charge in the background that grew stronger the more Ronnie put him on display.
The embarrassment ended when Ronnie approached his hotel room, unlocking the door with his card and then plopping Jay on the bed with one hand. The door swung closed loudly, and Ronnie pulled off his t-shirt with one hand. Jay couldn’t help but moan at the display of musculature, still nearly as obscenely large and veiny as when Jay had taken the Olympia title away from him. Ronnie yanked down his pants and Jay’s eyes bugged out when he saw the massive python underneath.
“Strip,” Ronnie ordered, and Jay shyly slid out of his revealing little outfit. Ronnie grabbed the shiny little tank and the teeny trunks and tossed them in the trash.
“You won’t be needing these anymore, little boi,” he said. Despite his anxiety, Jay felt his desire spike dramatically as Ronnie’s massive dick started to rise. “Go on boi, give it a little kiss.”
Jay had never felt so small, so helplessly feminine. He took a shaky step forward and bent his neck, his plump lips hovering over the head of Ronnie’s thick cock. He’d never done anything like this before, but something deep within him urged him on, the chemicals in his brain now wired to crave the approval of a real man. He gave it a tentative peck, then a kiss, then opened his mouth and took it in. The taste was salty, musky, and surprisingly sweet.
Ronnie’s deep chuckle filled the room as Jay began to suck, his tongue slithering around the cockhead like it was the last piece of candy on earth. “Good boy,” he said, his hand coming down to stroke Jay’s hair. Jay felt a strange thrill at the words, his own cock starting to harden in response to the gentle praise. He had never felt like this before, but he realized he liked it. He liked being a good boi, liked being used and appreciated by these powerful men.
Ronnie’s cock grew and grew until it was a towering monolith, and Jay had to stretch his jaw wide to accommodate it. He felt like he was going to gag, but he didn’t stop. He had to make it good for Ronnie, had to prove that even though he was so much smaller, he could still be a prize.
“Take it all, boi,” Ronnie said, his hand tightening in Jay’s hair. Jay did his best, his cheeks bulging and his eyes watering. He could feel the man’s hand on the back of his neck, guiding him deeper.
“Look up at me,” Ronnie instructed, and Jay complied, his eyes locking with the giant’s as he took more of that cock into his mouth. The room grew warmer, and Jay’s own arousal grew with each stroke of Ronnie’s hand, each gentle tug of his hair. He had never felt so…right. So alive. The world had changed, but in this moment, he felt a strange sense of belonging, a newfound purpose.
Ronnie’s eyes searched Jay’s, a silent question in his gaze. Jay’s own eyes, watering from the stretch of his jaw, widened in understanding. He nodded, eager to please. With a smirk, Ronnie grabbed Jay’s waist, lifting him easily into the air. Jay’s legs wrapped around Ronnie’s thick thighs, his arms around the bodybuilder’s neck.
“You want it all, huh?” Ronnie teased, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. “You want to be my little boi toy?”
Jay nodded frantically, his body trembling with excitement. The feeling was alien, yet intoxicating, as if his very essence had been rewired to crave this kind of submission. Ronnie chuckled, the sound resonating through his broad chest. Jay’s ass was already lubricated on its own.
With surprising gentleness, Ronnie lowered Jay onto his cock. Jay’s eyes went wide as it stretched him, filling him more than anything ever had. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made his toes curl and his body arch. Ronnie’s dick was hot and thick, and as it slid into Jay, he felt himself stretch to accommodate the girth, his insides quivering with each inch that penetrated.
“You’re so tight,” Ronnie murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against Jay’s ear. “I love fucking virgins’ especially their ass.”
Jay whimpered, his nails digging into Ronnie’s shoulders as the giant man pushed into him. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, a hurt that made him feel alive. He felt so full, so complete. It was like he’d been waiting for this his whole life and didn’t even know it.
“Oh, you’re so tight,” Ronnie said again, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to echo through Jay’s entire body. “So much better than a woman. I have come to love bois more than women. There is just something about them that is so amazing. They are always horny, and as an added bonus, you can’t knock them up either.”
Jay’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself stretched wider than he ever had been. He was aware of the fact that he was probably the first virgin boi Ronnie had ever taken, the first he’d had the pleasure of breaking in. The thought made him shiver with a mix of fear and excitement, his body responding in ways he didn’t think possible.
Ronnie’s hips began to move, and Jay’s breath caught in his throat as the giant man’s cock slid in and out of him with a rhythm that seemed to echo in his very soul. The pain grew, but so did the pleasure, each stroke sending shockwaves through his body that made him moan and whimper.
“You’re doing so good, boi,” Ronnie encouraged, his hand stroking Jay’s cheek. “Just let go, let me show you what it’s like to be a real boi.”
And so Jay did. He released the last shreds of his former self, his mind succumbing to the new, electrifying sensations coursing through his body. With each deep thrust, the pain morphed into a thrilling delight, his body adapting to its new role. The warmth grew inside him, spreading from his core outwards until it consumed him, turning him into a puddle of pure, undiluted ecstasy.
Ronnie’s strong hands gripped Jay’s hips, guiding him expertly as the giant man began to pick up the pace. Jay’s moans grew louder, echoing through the hotel room like the cries of a creature in the throes of a metamorphosis. His body, once the epitome of masculine power, now danced to the tune of a different kind of power, one that resonated with every inch of his feminized form.
The friction grew intense, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through Jay’s body that made his toes curl and his eyes water. His legs tightened around Ronnie’s waist, his heels digging into the dense muscles of the giant’s back, urging him deeper. The sensation was unlike anything Jay had ever felt, a symphony of pleasure that played out with every thrust.
“Yes, boi,” Ronnie murmured, his voice a soothing bass in Jay’s ear. “You’re taking it so well. You were made for this.”
Jay could only whine in response, his body trembling with every powerful thrust. The pleasure was so intense; it was almost unbearable. He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, about to plummet into an abyss of pure sensation. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream, his entire world narrowing to the feeling of Ronnie’s cock claiming his tight, untouched boi-hole.
Ronnie’s hands roamed Jay’s body, gripping his slender hips, squeezing his pert little ass, exploring every inch of his new, delicate form. The giant man seemed to savor every moment, his strokes growing more confident as he felt Jay’s body respond to him. The friction grew hotter, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling the air, and Jay’s high-pitched gasps grew louder, more desperate.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” Ronnie whispered, his breath hot against Jay’s ear. “You’re going to show me what a good little boi you are.”
Jay could feel it building, a pressure that started in his toes and traveled up through his body, coiling tight in his belly before it shot through him like a rocket. His body tensed, his muscles tightening around Ronnie’s cock as he felt the inevitable orgasm approaching. He whimpered, his nails digging into Ronnie’s thick biceps, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Look at me,” Ronnie whispered, and Jay obeyed, his eyes flying open to meet the intense gaze of the powerful man above him. “I want to see your face when you cum for me, boi.”
The pressure inside Jay grew unbearable, a crescendo of sensation that left him panting and desperate. He nodded frantically, his eyes wide with need as he felt himself hurtling towards the precipice. Ronnie’s strokes grew stronger, his grip on Jay’s hips unyielding as he pushed the boi closer and closer to the edge.
“I love your cock so much, Ronnie,” Jay managed to gasp out. “It feels like it’s exactly what I’ve been missing in my life. I am going to cum and showing you how much of a good little boi I can be.” The words slipped from his lips in a desperate plea for more, his body aching to be filled to the brim with the giant man’s power.
With a cry that was equal parts ecstasy and surrender, Jay’s body convulsed around Ronnie’s cock, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He felt the hot spurt of cum shoot from his little cock a little amount of cum on Ronnie’s broad, powerful chest. The giant man grunted, his own pleasure clears in his expression as he watched the proof of Jay’s submission.
“Good boi,” Ronnie said, his voice low and satisfied. He began to fuck Jay harder, his strokes now punctuated with deep, powerful grunts. The pleasure was so intense, Jay thought he might pass out, but he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to feel Ronnie’s power inside him forever.
“You’re going to take it all,” Ronnie grunted, his eyes locked on Jay’s. “You’re going to take my cum and love it.”
And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of the hotel room, Ronnie came. Jay felt the hot, thick spurt of cum fill him up, a sensation so intense it was almost painful. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling with the force of it. The world narrowed to the feeling of Ronnie’s cock pulsing inside him, releasing its hot, sticky load.
Ronnie didn’t stop moving, though, his hips pumping steadily as he milked the last drops of his orgasm from his cock. Jay’s own climax had left him limp, his legs draped over Ronnie’s broad shoulders, his body a tingling mess of pleasure and pain.
“You’re mine now, little boi,” Ronnie murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re going to be my plaything, my little boi toy to use whenever I want. You are now my boi.”
Jay’s eyes were glazed over, his pupils wide with lust and submission. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “I’m your boi, Ronnie. I’m so lucky to have you.”
Ronnie leaned back, a proud smile on his face, his cock still buried deep inside Jay. He looked down at the blond boi, who was now a trembling mess of pleasure. “Just because we are a couple now, doesn’t mean I won’t stop fucking other bois or even women.” he said. “You’re going to fuck who I want you too fuck, it might be other bois or even men. Maybe in the future I will let you fuck a white woman or have your sperm be used to create another white sissy. You do look so fine after all.”
Jay felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of sharing Ronnie with others, but his new programming made it impossible to voice his displeasure. Instead, he nodded eagerly, eager to please his new master. “Yes, Ronnie, I’ll do whatever you say.”
The room was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat as Ronnie’s cock softened inside Jay’s stretched hole. Jay’s own little member was still hard, a testament to the overwhelming nature of his transformation. Ronnie pulled out with a wet pop, and Jay felt the loss acutely, his body already craving more of the giant’s touch.
Jay felt a strange mix of pride and fear. He knew what it meant to be owned, to be a boi toy. It was a fate that had been decided for him the moment the Change had occurred. Yet, as he lay there, filled with the giant man’s cum, he couldn’t help but feel a twisted kind of excitement. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own orgasm, and the thought of serving Ronnie in such an intimate way was both thrilling and terrifying.
Ronnie stood, Jay’s legs sliding off his shoulders, and went to the bathroom. Jay watched him go, unable to tear his gaze away from the sculpted muscles that rippled with every movement. The giant returned with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning Jay up before dressing him in a simple, yet elegant, silk robe. The soft fabric felt alien against his skin, a stark contrast to the roughness of his former workout gear.
“Now, let’s go,” Ronnie said, holding out his hand. Jay took it, his own hand looking so small in comparison. “You’re going to meet some of my friends.”
Jay’s heart raced as he allowed himself to be led out of the hotel room, his legs still wobbly from the intense encounter. The corridor was a blur of carpet and wallpaper as he was half-dragged, half-carried by Ronnie’s firm grip. They stopped in front of a suite, the door opening to reveal an opulent space filled with more massive black men, all looking at him with a mix of hunger and amusement.
“Look what I found,” Ronnie announced, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. The room went quiet, and Jay felt the weight of their gazes on him, each one a story of power and conquest. One of the men, a broad-shouldered giant with a shaved head and a wicked smile, stepped forward.
“Welcome to the new world, Jay,” the man said, his hand reaching out to stroke Jay’s cheek. The touch was firm but not painful, a clear display of dominance that sent shivers down Jay’s spine. “You’re going to fit right in here.”
The room was a sea of dark skin and muscle, each man more massive than the last. They lounged on plush sofas and chairs, their bodies sprawled out in a way that seemed to claim the space, their eyes watching Jay with an intensity that made him feel like a piece of meat. One by one, they introduced themselves: there was Dorian Yates, a man whose biceps looked like they could crush a watermelon with ease, and Dexter Jackson, whose chiseled abs looked like they were made of marble. Jay recognized them all, once his peers, now his superiors.
As Jay took in the scene, a cocktail of fear and excitement swirled in his stomach. These men were gods in this new world, and here he was, a mere mortal in their midst. Yet, the way they looked at him, with a hunger that seemed almost predatory, filled him with a thrill he couldn’t deny.
Alexey and Mike were already there, dressed in similar silk robes that barely contained their own feminized forms. Their faces were flushed, their eyes glazed over with the same lust Jay felt, as if they had just been through the same intense experience. They looked up at Jay with a mix of envy and camaraderie, as if to say, “Welcome to the club, boi.”
Ronnie released Jay’s hand and gestured to the center of the room. “Now that all the bois are here, it is time to get started. Bois, get in the center of room and make out with each other.”
Jay felt a flush of excitement and fear at the command. He looked around the room, seeing the other bois he had once called friends now eagerly approaching each other. Mike O’Hearn looked at him with a hungry gaze.
“You heard him,” Mike said, his voice low and seductive. “We’re going to show everyone what good boi toys we can be.”
Jay’s heart hammered in his chest as Mike closed the distance between them. He knew what was expected of him, knew that his body was now a plaything for these powerful men. Yet, as Mike’s soft, plump lips met his own, he couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. It was different than kissing a woman, softer somehow, yet filled with a hunger that was undeniably male.
Alexey, the Russian boi whose transformation had been equally dramatic, sauntered over, his eyes glinting with mischief. Jay felt Mike’s arms tighten around him as Alexey leaned in, his own lips parting to claim Jay’s in a passionate embrace. The three of them kissed, a tangled web of tongues and breath, their bodies pressed together in a display of submission and desire.
Jay’s mind reeled at the sensations. The taste of Mike’s mouth was foreign yet familiar, the scent of his sweat and cologne mixing with the musk of Ronnie’s cum that still lingered on Jay’s skin. Alexey’s hands began to roam, caressing Jay’s new curves, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through Jay’s body.
“Strip, bois,” Kai’s voice cut through the room, firm yet tinged with amusement. Jay’s heart raced as he broke away from Mike’s kiss, looking down at his robe. The silk felt like a cocoon, and he realized he was both terrified and eager to shed it. The other men had already complied, their bodies on display for the room. Mike’s cock was already hard again, a testament to the potent cocktail of fear and arousal that filled the air.
Jay’s eyes widened at the command, but his body responded before his mind could protest. He dropped to his knees, his hands fumbling with the sash of his robe. As he shed the garment, his small, pert breasts bounced free, his nipples hard with excitement. He looked up at Kai, who nodded in approval, his eyes gleaming with desire.
Mike and Alexey followed suit, their own robes falling to the floor in a whisper of silk. Jay couldn’t help but admire their bodies, now so similar to his own. The sight of them naked, their cocks hard and eager, made his heart race with a mix of lust and fear. The three of them were the only bois in the room among twenty men.
“Good,” Kai said, his eyes scanning over them. “Now, suck each other dicklets. That is the only way they are going to be sucked from now on, by other bois.”
Jay felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he knelt between Mike and Alexey. Their little cocks were both hard and leaked pre-cum, bobbing slightly with their rapid breathing. Mike’s hand reached out to stroke Jay’s hair, guiding him closer to Alexey’s cock. Jay took a deep breath and leaned forward, his lips parting to accept his first boi cock. He was able to take it all in one go thanks to how small it was.
Alexey’s cock was smooth, the head a rosy pink that stood out against the pale skin of his groin. Jay began to bob his head, tentatively at first, but quickly finding a rhythm that elicited a soft groan from Alexey. Mike’s hand remained in Jay’s hair, urging him on, his other hand now stroking Jay’s back, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. The taste of his former friend’s cock was surprisingly sweet, a stark contrast to the salty tang of Ronnie’s cum that still coated his tongue.
Mike watched Jay with a mix of hunger and curiosity, his hand slowly stroking his own hardening shaft as he observed the display before him. Jay felt a strange thrill at being the center of attention, his newfound boi instincts craving the approval of these powerful men. With a final, lingering kiss on Alexey’s tip, Jay pulled away, his eyes flicking up to meet Mike’s.
The moment felt like it stretched on forever, the tension in the room palpable. Jay could see the desire in Mike’s eyes, the same desire that he now felt burning deep in his core. With a grace that seemed almost feline, Jay shifted his position, his knees sliding along the plush carpet as he turned to face Mike. The former bodybuilder’s cock was already at attention, standing tall and proud despite its reduced size.
Mike’s hand guided Jay’s head, and he took the offered cock into his mouth without hesitation. The taste was different from Alexey’s, saltier, with a hint of musk that made him want to bury his face in Mike’s groin. He sucked eagerly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Alexey watched them intently, stroking himself with one hand as the other reached out to play with Jay’s hair, pulling gently at the strands. The atmosphere in the room grew heavier, the sound of skin slapping skin and wet, sucking noises echoing through the suite.
“You’re doing good, boi,” Mike murmured, his hand carding through Jay’s hair as Jay took him deep into his mouth. Jay felt a strange sense of pride at the praise, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder. The taste of Mike’s precum was addictive, his mind already racing with thoughts of what it would be like to swallow his essence.
Ronnie’s deep chuckle brought him back to the moment. “Bois, it is Jay’s turned to be sucked.” he said. “Jay, stand up so the bois can suck you.”
Jay’s heart raced as he complied, his legs wobbly as he rose to his feet. Mike and Alexey shared a knowing smile, their eyes full of mischief as they knelt before him. Jay felt a rush of power as the two bois eagerly took his cock into their mouths, their soft, wet lips sliding over his shaft. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that made him feel like he was floating on a cloud.
The men around the room watched with rapt attention, their own hands moving to stroke their cocks in time with Jay’s moans. The air grew thick with the scent of lust and musk, the room a sea of rippling muscles and dark, hungry gazes.
“That’s enough boi on boi love. Now it is time for you, bois, to serve your purpose. Man on boi love. Time to suck our big black cocks.” Phil Heath’s voice cut through the symphony of sucking sounds, a rich baritone that sent a shiver down Jay’s spine.
Mike and Alexey pulled away from Jay’s cock, their eyes shining with anticipation as they turned to face the line of powerful black men before them. Jay felt his own body react, his cock jutting out, eager and ready for whatever was to come. He dropped to his knees, his legs shaking slightly, as the first of the men stepped forward, his cock massive and intimidating.
“Open up, boi,” Phil Heath said, his voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down Jay’s spine. Jay’s eyes grew wide as he stared up at the towering figure before him. Phil cock was just as big as Ronnie’s, and Jay knew he could suck it well.
The giant’s hand cupped the back of Jay’s head, guiding him closer. The boi’s heart was racing as he felt the warmth of the thick, velvety head of Phil’s cock against his lips. He opened his mouth and took it in, feeling it fill him completely, stretching his jaw wide.
The taste was overpowering, a mix of salt and power that made him feel like he was being claimed by a force of nature. Phil’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as the man began to move his hips in a slow, rhythmic motion. Jay’s eyes watered, but he didn’t pull away. He knew his place now.
Mike and Alexey had also taken to their new tasks with enthusiasm, kneeling before two other black giants, their mouths full of cock. Jay watched them from the corner of his eye, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they both returned to the task at hand. It was a strange kinship, this shared submission, but it was undeniably powerful.
The men’s hands were rough but not unkind as they guided the bois to suck and lick, their moans of pleasure muffled by the thick flesh filling their mouths. The room was a cacophony of grunts, the smacking of skin, and the occasional gasp for air as the bois tried to keep up with the demands of their new masters.
Jay felt the hands of the men around him, each one taking turns to claim him, their fingers probing his ass as their cocks slid in and out of his mouth. He was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, the taste of their precum and sweat mixing with the scent of power and dominance that permeated the room.
As the first giant cock pressed against his entrance, Jay tensed, his body instinctively fighting the intrusion. But Ronnie’s words echoed in his mind, “You’re going to take it all, boi,” and the need for approval overrode his fear. He took a deep breath and pushed back, welcoming the thick, hot shaft into his body.
The room was alive with the sounds of sex, the grunts of the men and the muffled moans of the bois echoing off the walls. Jay felt himself become the center of attention, a living, breathing toy for these powerful beings to use as they saw fit. The cock inside him was merciless, filling him completely.
Mike and Alexey were on either side, both of them also being used, their small bodies rocking back and forth as the black giants took turns fucking them. Despite the pain, Jay couldn’t help but feel a strange kind of closeness to them. They were all in this together, bound by their new identities as bois.
Their eyes met over the sea of muscular thighs and bobbing cocks, and for a brief moment, Jay saw the same mix of fear and excitement reflected in their gazes. They were all just toys now, living for the pleasure of the men who owned them. And as much as it terrified him, it also filled him with a sense of belonging.
The cock inside him grew thicker, stretching him to his limits as it reached its peak. Jay’s eyes rolled back in his head, his moan vibrating around the shaft in his mouth as he felt the man’s orgasm build. The other bois around him were equally lost in the moment, their bodies moving in a symphony of submission as the men used them without mercy.
Ronnie watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk, his own hand stroking his cock, which was already hard again. He knew he had found a true gem in Jay, a boi who would be the perfect addition to his collection. The blonde’s natural submissiveness and eagerness to please were qualities that would make him highly sought after in this new world order.
Jay’s eyes grew wide with a mix of pain and pleasure as the cock inside him grew even larger, the man’s orgasm approaching. His own little cock was hard again, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as he was used and filled. He couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed this, how much he craved the feeling of being used. The cock in his mouth was thick and heavy, the precum coating his tongue and making him thirst for more.
The giant above him pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with Jay’s saliva and his own juices. The boi felt empty without it, his body begging for more. But before he could protest, another man stepped forward, his cock already at full mast and ready to claim Jay’s mouth. The former bodybuilder took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto the thick, veiny length before him.
The new man was not gentle. He grabbed Jay by the back of the head, pushing him down onto the throbbing member without warning. Jay choked and gagged, his throat tightening around the intrusion, but he didn’t fight it. The power these men had over him was absolute, and he knew it. He was theirs to use, to fill, to fuck until they were satisfied.
As the giant above him began to thrust, Jay felt the cock inside him start to pulse, the man’s orgasm building. The sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help the moan that bubbled up from his throat, vibrating around the cock that now owned his mouth. The room around him was a blur of movement and sound, the only thing clears the feeling of being claimed, used, and enjoyed.
The pressure inside him grew, the man’s hips slamming into his ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin punctuating the air. Jay’s eyes watered, his throat aching, but he didn’t dare pull away. He knew what was expected of him, and the thrill of being used in such a primal way was too intense to resist.
As the giant’s cock began to pulse, Jay felt the hot rush of cum fill him, the sensation so satisfying that he couldn’t help but moan around the shaft in his mouth. The man pulled out, leaving Jay’s ass gaping and leaking cum onto the floor. The room was a haze of movement, each boi being claimed by a powerful black god, their bodies used for pleasure without a thought for their own desires.
Ronnie stepped forward demanding. “Now, Jay, form a 69 with Alexey with you on top.”
Jay’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at the command, but his body responded before he could fully process the embarrassment. He climbed over Alexey’s smaller frame, straddling his face with his own legs spread wide. The Russian boi’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he licked his lips, eager to taste Jay’s cock again. Jay’s own cock was already hard, bobbing in the air above Alexey’s face.
He leaned down, his knees on either side of Alexey’s shoulders, and took the other boi’s cock into his mouth. The men around them watched, their own hands moving over their cocks as they took in the sight of the two small, submissive bodies tangled together. Ronnie got behind Jay and Kai got behind Alexey, their cocks ready to push in their bois as the bois suck each other cocks.
Alexey’s mouth was hot and wet on Jay’s cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Jay moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth, as he felt Ronnie’s cock press against his ass again. The head slipped inside, and Jay’s body tightened around it, his muscles clenching involuntarily.
“Relax, boi,” Ronnie’s deep voice rumbled in his ear, his hands resting on Jay’s hips. “keep sucking the boi’s cock.”
Jay whimpered but obeyed, as he felt himself being stretched open once again. The Russian boi eagerly sucked Jay’s cock. The sensation was almost too much to handle, the combination of sucking, being sucking, and getting fuck sent shockwaves through Jay’s body.
Jay felt a tightness coil in his belly, a pressure building that was almost painful. His hips bucked as he tried to push back against Ronnie’s cock, but the giant held him in place, his grip on Jay’s hips firm and unyielding.
The sensations grew overwhelming, the feeling of Alexey’s mouth on his cock and Ronnie’s cock in his ass, the scent of musk and sweat and power surrounding him. And then, it hit him. His orgasm ripped through him like a tornado, leaving nothing but a trail of pure, unbridled ecstasy in its wake. He cried out, the sound muffled by Alexey’s cock, as his cum shot into the Russian’s eager mouth.
Alexey swallowed every drop, his own orgasm building from the taste and the feel of Jay’s mouth on his cock. The room was a blur of pleasure, the only focus the delicious warmth of Jay’s cum coating his tongue and the sound of Ronnie’s grunts growing louder.
Jay felt Alexey’s body tense beneath him, the Russian boi’s cock growing thicker in his mouth. He knew what was coming and took a deep breath, preparing for the rush of salty cum that would soon flood his mouth. And then it hit him, a hot, pulsing stream that filled him to the brim.
Alexey’s moans grew louder as he climaxed, his hips jerking upward to meet Jay’s eager mouth. Jay sucked hard, not wanting to miss a single drop, the taste of Alexey’s release sending shivers down his spine. He felt a strange sense of triumph as the other boi’s body went slack, his orgasm subsiding.
The men around them were not done, though. One by one, they stepped forward, their cocks thick and demanding. Jay was passed around like a prized possession, each man claiming his mouth and ass, using him to reach their peak as Mike took his place in the 69 with Alexey.
The men’s grunts and curses grew louder as the bois worked tirelessly, their bodies a canvas for the men’s desires. Jay’s eyes rolled back in his head, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain as he felt cock after cock fill him. The feeling of being used so thoroughly was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a heady mix of degradation and exhilaration that made him want to scream and beg for more.
The men placed the three bois into the center of the room, a trio of feminine beauty kneeling before their masters. The air grew thick with anticipation as the men began to circle the trio of bois, their cocks in various states of arousal. The bois remained still, their eyes cast down in submission, their breathing shallow and quick as the men came on their bodies.
Phil stepped forward, his handsome face a mask of authority as he surveyed the scene before him. “Lick up our cum from each of the other bois’ bodies,” he ordered.
Jay’s eyes widened at the command, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned over Alexey’s body, his tongue darting out to lap at the trails of cum that decorated the Russian’s abs. He felt a strange thrill at the idea of being so intimately connected to his fellow bois. Alexey and Mike followed suit, their tongues tracing the paths of cum that had been spilled across their follow bois’ chests, stomachs, and even their buttholes.
Once their bodies were clean, the men lifted them to their feet, they went back to the man that claimed as their prizes, went back to their hotel room and fell asleep.
