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Corruptors of the Road - Part 1

-Co-Written by Punk Skunk-

The growl of the motorcycles was an intoxicating sound... It was a sound of power, liberation, freedom, brotherhood. It was a sound that filled the body and soul, moving up through the legs and through the body. Grant had bought his motorcycle four months before... And he'd been brought into the Corruptors two months ago, the local biker gang. He was still learning what it meant to be one of them but he felt lucky. At twenty eight he had already gotten his fill of the pathetic life of retail... He'd thrived at being unique and now that showed. He rode that bike for all it was worth, his brown hair tyed into a ponytail, a long goatee hanging from his chin blowing in the breeze. His sunglasses reflected the late afternoon sun as he turned to his brother, nodding his head to indicate a pit stop at the seldom used exit up ahead.

His brother nodded back to him and swirved to the outside lane, leading the way into the pitstop. The older of the two, Damon had always played the part of the protector. He was not thrilled the day Grant had bought a motorcycle, nor the day he had joined the Corruptors. But he could not think of a better person to be riding with at this moment. Grant had surprised him, the gang needed more guys with his cunning. The gang needed more guys period. They had been in a slump in the last few years after the Feds had infultrated and arrested a fair portion of their members. Most would be out in a year, others much later than that.

Grant slowed the bike down as they pulled into the old, ignored pit stop. The grass was overgrown, grafiti and garbage sat around in a few spots but once the bikes were off it was perfect silence. The brick restroom building sat in the center of a grassy circle, stone leading up from various angles that almost seemed like a star. Grant looked around curiously. If this place was left for so long at a time it might be good for more than a pit stop to their group. Still, priorities. Grant slipped off his bike, his thick boots touching down on the ground. He stretched a bit, stroking his goatee.

Damon rolled to a stop soon afterward and kicked down the stand, leaning forward in his seat for a moment before he got up. His leather chaps creeked as he dismounted from his bike, thick chains clinking together. He stretched too, his spine cracking down his back like a zipper. He felt a hundred times better already. He reached into his front pocket, plucking out a stoggie and biting off the end before spitting it to the ground.

"Gotta piss, bro?" He asked, chomping down on the other end of the cigar before he lit it up.

"Yeah, but when I get back I'm gonna light up too... Take in the sights." Grant chuckled before he moved up the stone walkway, wandering around the building before opening the door. He wandered in and paused, surprised by how warm it was, and how well let. It was a touch cool outside, but maybe that was just the wind. The inside was nice, all stone and metal work. Grant unzipped his fly and swagered over to one of the urinals. One of the toilets flushed as Grant made his way to the urinal, a surprise since there were no other vehicles outside. A tall man with a buzz cut head and a thick goatee stepped out of the stall wearing a blue plaid shirt and worn jeans. He looked the perfect part of a trucker with his belly hanging over a gold belt buckle the size of his fist. He walked past Grant, whistling to himself before he stopped to was his hands. His head turned and he unabashedly watched the biker take a piss, making no effort to conceal his actions.

Grant had learned many things from his biker brothers, pride was one of them. Grant leaned back just a bit as if stretching, giving a clear view of his rather impressive cock, the yellow stream flowing down the metal into the drain. Grant appreciated the trucker's great goatee and bowed his head in compliment to the man.The man dried his hands on his jeans hastily and turned to the biker, the front of his jeans bulging bigger than most men ever see. He had a shit-eating grin on his face and a cocky stance as he admired the show. He let out a grunt in appreciation, his voice so deep and rich.

"Gotta good cock there, kid." He said as he walked over. "No foreskin though, shame on that." He clicked his tongue, stopping close enough for the biker to feel the heat coming off his body.

"A crime of my parents, I'd knock some sense into 'em if it wasn't too late." Grant smirked, finishing his piss, "Looks like you got a great monster in there too..." Grant said, looking the trucker up and down. There was no denying it. As he looked at the trucker his cock was already getting hard in plain sight. Grant was surprised by the heat the man was putting off but in a way it was refreshing after such a long ride. The man smirked back as he slid his hand down to rub the large bulge in his pants.

"Sometimes we can't control what happens to us." He says after a moment, eyeing the growing member of the kid before him. He takes the zipper of his jeans between his fingers and pulls down, his shaft flopping out of the gap as it hung straight down. The tucker was definitely a big guy with a thick, veined member that hung lower than his balls. It was tipped with a loose foreskin that could hang over the glans twice over and still have room inside. "Y'know, it's not too late change, kid. Y'could have a dick like this."

"Are you kidding, the gods couldn't get a dick like that. It's too hot." Grant smirked, licking his lips without realizing it. It was so long, so thick... Grant almost regretted not being a trucker. His own cock throbbed hard and long, dripping a drop of precum into the urinal as he gazed at the trucker's monstrous member. The trucker laughed heartedly as his habd stroked down his gorgeous cock. He watched the biker drooling over his tool as the heat in the room grew.

"Gods? No, but demons can, kid" The trucker said with a smile, his eyes glowing red. He took the biker by his collar and slammed him against the wall, ebon spikes growing from along his jaw line. "I don't have time for you ta fight kid" He growled and stroked Grants cock, his own growing harder by the second. Grant let out a grunt as he hit the wall, panting hard but that melted into a groan of delight as his cock was stroked. He gently thrust his hips with the hand movements. not sure what was going on. Was it some kind of drug trip? If it was it certainly was a good one so far. He had to be halucinating, although those spikes had looked pretty cool... Even sexy... As he thought about it his cock throbbed even harder. It was obvious he wasn't going to fight. The human features of the trucker began to fade away as he held the biker to the wall. His skin became pale then darkened into a grey shade of blue. His ears pointed upward while his facial hair filled in. He had thick mutton chop side burns and a long goatee, pearl fangs poking out of his lower lip. His dick looked longer, the foreskin thicker. "Y'see kid, I'm leaving you with a very powerful gift. One I'm sure you will enjoy." He laughed and ground his junk against the biker's.

"Oh my-" He stopped himself, grinning wide before he moaned. It was amazing to be held with such strong hands, let alone by such a creature. Grant knew he should have been afraid, should have called out for help... But this man was so bad ass, so amazing in every way. Grant thrust forward, grinding his cock against the thick blue rough cock, licking his lips as he looked at the man... No, the demon. He grinned wide. "Thank you for the gift... Whatever it is, I know I'll like it..." he whispered, panting hard, his cock dripping precum wildly. The demon eased his hand on the kid's chest, he had always expected a fight in the end. What a surprise it was to find someone so willing to take over.

"Then I shall feed on your soul, and give you my powers before I pass." He grinned, showing off a mouth full of sharp teeth. The demon ripped his shirt off, revealing his hairy, muscle-gut body before dropping his pants. The room grew hotter still, sweat rolling off Grant's skin as the demon grabbed his cock. With one fluid motion, the demon thrust the biker's cock deep into his foreskin, Grant's bodly soon flooding with pleasure. Grant let out a gruff moan of absolute delight, his head tipping back against the wall. If this pleasure was something he could experience for more than just this moment, there was no way he'd resist. He opened himself to the demon, offering all that he was silently. He shuddered in bliss, amazed at how much foreskin the demon had... Grant was a big man but his whole cock was inside the leathery blue foreskin, his cock head pressing against the demon's. The heat was intense but nice in its own way. Grant panted hard. The demon stared the biker down as his foreskin contracted around his dick, trapping the man in a sensual lock. His foreskin moved on its own, stroking Grant's penis as he felt the air momentarily taken from his lungs. The heat grew to a crescendo as Grant's body began to cool, his skin feeling like ice. The demon wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it as he prepared to give what was remaining of his power to the biker. His last act as a demon, but he would have his last soul to take back.

"So amazing..." Grant said, barely able to mutter anything. His body felt so different, so gravely joyous and yet cold. Such a contradiction in general... But Grant didn't care. He thrust inside of the foreskin that had enveloped his member, panting hard. He gazed into the Demon's eyes, looking deep and long. The demon gazed back, moving his head forward, kissing the man before him. He enjoyed the feeling of their beards mingling as he touched cold lips to his hot, kissing the man before him deeply. He thrust his hips in time with the biker, the man fucking his foreskin. He drew closer and closer to climax, a flood of precum filling his tube of flesh as grunted into the man's mouth. Grant gasped hard as the precum filled up around his cock, soaking it, flowing into it as the pressure grew. Grant fucked like a wild animal, kissing the Demon passionatly. He couldn't have imagined being more turned on than this, it felt like more than a human could ever enjoy. Grant tilted his head, letting their beards brush against each other, the hairs mingling before he pushed his face back to the Demon's, forcing his tongue into the former Trucker's mouth to taste his saliva.

A smile crossed the demon's face as the kiss deepened and he suckled on the biker's tongue, a rush of pleasure flowing through the man's body. The demon not only suckled on the tongue, but sucked the man's soul from his body. All of his experiences and memories began to flood into the demon's mind. The man would keep them as well, he would not be turned into a mindless slave like countless of others before him. The demon's cock throbbed, his foreskin tightening as his giant, hanging balls slapped against the man's thighs. Grant's fervor faltered, the kiss becoming more intimate, softer... The tennor changed as he felt his spirit sapped and yet all that made him him was still there. He wrapped his arms around the Trucker as much as he could, giving into the experience, trusting the creature feeding off of him. He groaned gently, eyes slipping shut. The heat returned to Grant's body as the last of his soul was harvested from his body, leaving him an empty husk of what he once was. It would not last for long though. The demon grabbed the man's dick through his foreskin and pulled it close until both their glans touched. He broke the kiss, letting out a loud, deep groan as he let loose, a torrent of cum spraying from his monsterous member. The cum pushed into the man's slit, spraying down his rock hard member as he began the transfer of his power.

"Relax, boy." He said, pressing harder against the biker's cock. "This will be uncomfortable at first, but worth it." He grinned.

"Are you kidding?" Grant panted huskily, "Most amazing thing... I've ever felt... Reverse orgasm..." he said, head tipping back. He howled gently before his eyes opened wide again and he grinned, reaching down to help the Trucker work their conjoined cocks. The demon laughed at his good forture, finding the perfect man to take over when he was gone. He continued to cum into the man, the biker's balls growing larger as his own began to shrink. The demon pressed harder against the human as Grant's cortch hair grew thick, his member thickening. Grant's body was on fire, a pain that was only cut by the emense pleasure of the reverse orgasm. The demon watched as the biker changed, buffing up enough to make his leather gear creak. "Oh yes, oh yes!" Grant growled, gritting his teeth, still grinning. He writhed in passion as his cock and balls grew, grunting in pride at the hair around his manhood getting thicker. He was a sexy beast, there was no denying it. He howled again, voice echoing off the stone walls. "Thank you, thank you so much!" he panted to the demon, gasping as the burning surged through him.

The demon growled as he pressed back into a kiss with the man whose stomach pressed back into his own now. The biker's beard grew thicker and longer at the chin. Through Grant's memories, the demon knew how much he enjoyed having facial hair, and how much he loved his brother. The first he could take care of, the second he would give Grant the gift to change. The biker's skin grew to dark tan as his ears lengthened into a point. Grant let out a beastial growl of pleasure as his beard changed, thickened, grew. He roared happily, panting harder and harder, seeing his skin change in the dim light. He kissed the demon, realizing their stomachs were touching. He looked down with excitement, surprised that he could pick up sounds so much easier. The demon could feel his orgasm coming to an end as the heat left his body. He stroked himself, coaxing the last couple of dribbles of cum from his spent balls. The demon held himself in the kiss a moment longer, tasting the new demon before him.

"It is done, my brother." He said as he pulled away from the kiss, admiring the muscular, but rounded man in front of him. "There's just one last gift to bestow you." The demon grinned knowingly as his skin began to hang as though the insides of his body were disappearing. It was not long before the demon was reduced to a pile of skin on the floor, still attached to the former human's member. The skin tightened, flowing over Grant's shaft as it stroked his new, monsterous member complete with a loose forskin that hung off the swollen glans.

"How can I ever thank you enough..." Grant whispered, growling in abject bliss. He reached down to stroke his own cock, its enormous size, its amazing foreskin before he crouched, reaching out to touch the remains of the demon that had given him so much. Grant felt such pride, such lust in himself... His beard, his cock, even the belly he had grown. It all turned him on... and it had been the last thing that man had done. He looked at the remains curiously, his beard brushing his chest. Grant could feel the power flowing through him, searing and swirling... The lengths of which he couldn't yet fathom. The remains of the demon soon evaporated into nothing, no trace left on the cold concrete. The bathroom cooled once again, only the dripping of water could be heard. Damon tossed his cigar into the grass as he approached the bathroom, opening up the door.

"You okay in there, bro?" He asked in an annoyed tone. "You didn't fall in, did ya?"

"I'm fine... I just had a lot more to do in here than I expected." Grant called out, his voice a touch deeper. His eyes glimmered red for a moment before returning to normal. He turned to face the door and Damon could see his cock jutting out of his pants unrepentantly. Damon shook his head as he saw his brother's cock.

"Next time you gotta rub one out, say something. I don't wanna walk in on you doing that." He laughed, not looking long enough to notice the changes to his brother's form. He stepped into the bathroom and up to one of the urinals. "No reason making a second stop if it can be avoided." He muttered as he whipped his dick out and emptied his bladder onto the white porcelain. Grant felt a hunger, a hunger he couldn't deny. Grant turned and faced Damon, growling quietly under his breath as he opened up to his new life, searched his mind for any asset. He started to release a potent musk into the bathroom; the scent of sex, of need, of orgasm and pleasure. He eyed Damon's hips, his older brother... So ripe. Grant reached down to fondle his foreskin, enjoying the new flesh. Damon scrunched his face as the musky scent filled his nose, grabbing his dick and giving it a few shakes before he stuffed it back into his jeans and flushed the urinal. He turned to his brother who was still fondling his member and the biker stared for a moment, a look of shock on his face. "You never told me mom and dad didn't circumsize you." He said before looking away. "God, Grant, put it away already!" He laughed, a strange tingling sensation coursing through his body the more he breathed in th at pleasant smell.

"We've been on the road so long, we need to stretch everything..." Grant said, "C'mon, you'll feel way better as we ride if you do... Nothing pent up, just relaxed on the road, the ultimate freedom." Grant said, running his tongue over his teeth. He tried to decide how he would do it... Would he give his brother the same treatment the demon gave him? Grant worked his cock more and more as he thought about it.

Damon washed his hands, pulling out a few rough, brown paper towels to dry them off with.

"Not a bad idea, bro." He laughed and tossed the wad of paper into the trash. "Why don't'cha wait outside, give me a little privacy and have a smoke? I'll make it quick." He said with a laugh as turned, leaning against the sink with one leg crossed over the other.

"Sure, take all the time you need." Grant said, getting an idea. He moved out of the bathroom, not bothering to put his cock away, moving just outside the door. He turned his head to listen, to picture Damon as he worked on himself, trying to decide when he would be the most defenseless... That would be his time to strike. Still, he wished he had more direction, more of an idea... Damon watched his brother turn and head out, shaking his head slowly as he chuckled to himself. Everytime he thought he knew his brother, he did something like this. Damn, but he was horny though. He took a deep breath, the scent that had repelled him at first was now growing on him. By the time he let his zipper down and undid the button on his jeans, his dick was already hard. He always free-balled it, underwear had a nasty habbit of bunching up as you rode. So he stood with his dick jutting out, stroking along his cut shaft as he closed his eyes, trying to drum up something sexy in his mind's eye. Outside Grant paused, turning back towards the building. He grinned a feral, lusty grin as he seemed to look right through the stone and into Damon's mind. He began feeding him images of a tepid sex making session... His heart racing, hot flesh against flesh... Tan, toned skin... Burly beards... The forbidden lust biker sometimes shared.

Damon tried to push the images from his head, but he found it much too hard. Something about the musk that hung in the air made him want more. He turned around, laying his left hand on the wall as he stroked with his right. He grunted, thrusting his hips into his hand . His brother had been right, it feels great stretching every part of his body, especially with how horny he had become. In his mind he saw a delicious cock, massive balls... The tough flesh of a man with a rough life like theirs... And a beard, what a beard it was... Like something you could get lost in. As Damon explored the image he saw more and more until finally he saw the face of his fantasy lover... The face of Grant. Damon stopped for a moment, panting as he had just been close to cumming. He shook his head again and grabbed his dick, stroking some more. He couldn't get the image of his brother out of his mind, and ever time he breathed in, his dick throbbed in his hand. He stood straight, his dick bobbing in front of him as he made his way to the door and opened it up. He was surprised to see his brother standing there, still stroking his cock.

"I..uh.." He said abscently and pulled his brother close, stroking fingers through that manly beard before he kissed his own brother passionately. Grant grinned wide before returning the kiss heatedly, lips working together, beards brushing. He pushed Damon hard against the wall, humping his brother, their cocks grinding against one another. He sucked on Damon's lip before invading his mouth with his tongue. Grant realized it seemed stronger and longer, another great gift. He reached down to work at their cocks side by side, testing how pliable his foreskin was. It was delightfully strechable... More than enough to do what the demon had to him. Damon invited the tongue into his mouth, his tongue running along the stronger, longer one of his brother's. He could not believe what he was doing, but the more he breathed in, the less he cared. He just contently suckled on that wet, hot tongue and ground his hips back into his brother's manhood. His member leaked, dripping preseed that lubed between their cocks, letting them slide easily together. Grant grinned, kissing Damon with all his might before he moved, bringing their cock heads tip to tip. Damon could feel how warm his brother's body was and see the belly he had gained, thick crotch fur trailing up it from his pants. Grant moaned in such contentment, feeling Damon's precum against his shaft.

Damon grabbed the base of his shaft, rubbing his glans along the copious foreskin of his brother's fist full of cock. He moaned into his brother's mouth, his head tilting to the side. He could feel his beard against his brothers, hairs mingling with one another as they kissed with lustful abandon. Grant growled in pleasure at that and then all at once he slipped his foreskin forward. The flesh slipped over Damon's cock, squeezing and massaging it, starting to pump it. It warmed Damon's blood as it flowed through his cock, spreading heat deep into his body. Grant started working the forskin back and forth over Damon's cock like a sleeve although it seemed harder and harder to slip it back off. Damon thrust into the loose foreskin as it was stroked over his member, moaning in delight at a new pleasure that washed over him. He broke from the kiss, stroking his hand over his brother's beard as he panted softly, feeling the heat of his brother's body against his own.

"What are we doing?" He asked in a gruff whisper before he licked his lips. "You're my brother." He expected to feel repusled by that, but instead his member throbbed inside the foreskin now covering it and he thrust towards his brother, his glans rubbing against his brothers.

"We're doing what we should... Living life to the fullest, experiencing any pleasure we can find... Loving each other." Grant whispered, grinning ear to ear before he kissed his brother, "Besides... I have a great new way to recruit members for the gang..." He whispered, "You wouldn't believe the new me." Damon felt a chill down his back when his brother kissed him with his hot, full lips. He just nodded to his brother, the pleasure filling his body, the musk clouding his mind and his lust driving him to do whatever Grant said.

"Then show me, little bro." Damon smiled and kissed once again, thrusting his tongue into Grant's mouth as he enjoyed the taste. He felt his brother's balls slapping against his, his hands roaming over his brother's rounded, muscular body. Grant started to relax his body and slowly his teeth sharpened, his ears grew into points. His fingernails darkened and stretched into claws. What was an insanely thick and wild goatee began to widen, his cheeks sprouting dark fur that dropped down and merged with the rest until he had a massive beard. His shaft seemed to grow more and more before tusks lifted up from Grant's bottom lip. He shuddered in bliss as the piercings in his ears and nipples shimmered, growing larger, thicker, and heavier. He gave a huff to his brother in delight. Damon slipped from the kiss as his brother began to change before his eyes. He knew he should be frightened, but for some reason, it turned him on. He licked across his brother's lips, feeling each of those tusks as they filled out, his beard brushing along Grant's. He felt his member slip further into his brother's foreskin, the prepuce easily able to take him in and then some, now.

"I had no idea you be such a sexy creature." He breathed and grinned in delight, thrusting into his brother's foreskin. "Not such a little brother anymore, are ya?" Damon winked.

"You could be like me... A sexy beast too. I bet you'd be even bigger..." Grant growled, fondling Damon's beard, face, chest. He grinned so happily that his brother liked how he looked... A sexy creature. He shuddered and shot some precum which flowed into Damon's body, boosting the human's lust incredibly. Damon could not resist grabbing his cock through the foreskin and stroking it widly as he thrust against his brother. His mind went into overdive with lust, sending him in to a momentary bestial state. He growled, locking lips once more as he pushed his brother back against the door and thrust even harder.

"Fuck, don't stop!" He growled, licking at his lips. "I want to be like you, I'll do anything you ask." Grant chuckled at that, enjoying having power over people, especially his brother. He reached out to give Damon a clawed caress of the face, looking him over. Grant loved how Damon mindlessly fucked his foreskin, working so hard.

"Stroke my beard bro, I'll see what I can do for ya..." Grant said. He shuddered in delight, precum flowing faster, starting to fill up around Damon's cock which was swelling wider, thicker, and longer as a result. Damon howled in pleasure as more precum slid down his cock, putting his labido into overdrive. He stroked harder, wanting to drive his cock further and further into his brother's foreskin.

"Anything." He breathed, his free hand stroking his brother's beard. It was thick and soft, like stroking a hand through a horse's tail. A surprise to him for how bushy it was. It felt great against his hand, and he stroked over and over. Grant moaned, practically twitching like a dog getting his belly rubbed. He roared in bliss, moaning harder and harder. Both of their cocks seemed to be swelling longer, thicker, reaching incredible lengths. Grant had the potent cum of a freshly born demon, even small drops invading Damon's body. Damon could feel his mouth changing, his teeth sharpening, his lip pushing out as tusks began to grow as well. Damon clamped his eyes shut as he felt the changes in his body. His lust grew so power, he thought he would burst then and there. The precum pushing through his cock held him back, tortured him with the inability to cum. He panted, opening his eyes which now glowed red as his hand slid off his brother's member to stroke through the other side of Grant's beard.

The more he stroked, the better he felt. His own face itched, his goatee filling out as it lengthened past his neck. Grant howled, writhing in pleasure when his cock surged to well over a foot long, surging as it began pumping thick, sticky, burning demon cum into Damon. His goatee stretched longer faster, his cheeks bursting out with facial hair as well. Damon's ears throbbed as they grew to points and Damon's outfit creaked as his arms and chest grew thicker, tighter, muscles bulging before claws stretched from his growing hands. Damon could feel a new power surging through him as his body changed, cum flowing throug his penis into his growing balls. He combed his brother's beard with his new, blackened claws and grinned as he pressed deeper and deeper into the growing shaft.

"Damn, brother, this feels great!" He yelled, thrusting harder as his muscles grew. They stretched the leather around his form, his definition showing through his tight clothing now. Light rippled over Damon's leather as it crackled and reformed, growing larger. Damon started growing taller... A few inches at first, then almost a foot. His head tingled as his hair grew longer, his eyes shimmering. Spikes began pushing through the leather jacket, making him look far more menacing. Similar spikes extended from Damon's jaw before dark bones emerged from his forehead, pushing back along his skull. His beard pushed down along his chest and as Damon watched his belly began pushing out, slightly rounded.

His balls were at least the size of large oranges if not bigger, obscured slightly by the dense forest of hair thickening around them. Damon basked in the changes to his body, his form now more fitting to the way he felt he should look. He was a hairy, muscular beast of a man now hulking over his little brother. He rubbed his belly against Grant's, his larger member sliding back and forth through the foreskin that held him like a finger trap now. All he could do was grin at his little brother and move in for a kiss as he rubs beards once again. It was electric, erotic even to feel their hairs mingling with one another. He still stroked his brother's beard, jealous of how full it was.

"The one place you'll never be bigger than me..." Grant chuckled to Damon as they kissed. Damon's boots crackled, swelling at least four shoe sizes and ending with fierce metal, the tread on the bottom wicked and rough. Damon looked more intimidating than he ever had even if he hadn't been boasitng a fine set of demon horns. Grant fucked their cocks together for many minutes before he finally pulled back. The forskin tugged at Damon's cock, stretching out before it seperated, leaving both men with an ample excess. As their cocks broke Damon's tusks faded, his horns and spikes and claws disappeared but all the other changes seemed to remain the same. Damon panted as he felt the changes reverse, glad to look over in the mirror to see not everything had gone back. He looked down at his shaft, now only a little under a foot long with a thick foreskin that hung inches off the glans. He gave his member a few good strokes, still horny as hell, and pulled at the foreskin. He was surprised to see no matter how much he pulled , his glans never seemed to appear. There was just more, and more skin. He looked back up to his brother, noticing just hot damn sexy the kid was. He chuckled, his voice lower than he remembered it, and more sinister.

"Fuck, I love you, little brother." He said gruffly and pulled Grant in for another kiss as he ground his cock against his brother's large belly. Grant grabbed Damon's head and returned the kiss forcefully, wildly, messily. He humped his brother before finally breaking the kiss, sighing in delight.

"I love you too big brother... And I'm going to show you many more times... But I think it's time to grow that family of ours." he muttered, his voice deep as well. Damon just smiled and nodded to his little brother, his member dripping hot precum onto his brother's belly. "Oh, we will. The Corrupters will be bigger and badder than anytime in history!" He roared and laughed once again. "This is just the beginning for us." He said as he stroked his hand through Grant's beard.

"How can I ever thank you enough for this gift?"

"You have one more gift to check out..." Grant smirked, giving Damon's beard a pet, cock a stroke, and lips a kiss before he turned and strode out of the bathroom towards the parking lot. Damon followed after his brother, not even bothering to hide his shame. He walked, his member bobbing up and down in front of him as he strode to the parking lot. His boots made a loud, ominous thud gainst the concrete with each step, chains dangling from his arms, back and legs clinking against one another. As they approached the parking lot they both realized a lot had changed. The garbage was gone, the park sign was gone. Large rocks had jutted up to obscure the area from the road and the stone building seemed much larger, almost like a meeting hall. In the large parking lot sat two enormous choppers, the Motorcycles twice as big. The chrome work was intense, the metal chassis glinting with red flecks in the light. Intricate patterns ran over the metal. There were sweeping angles and smooth metalwork, the perfect combination to make a sinister and powerful looking bike.

The seat looked so perfectly crafted it was practically seductive and near the front of the seat there seemed to be some sort of gap in the metal filled with the same material as the seat cushion although it seemed to be... pulsing, as if becokoning any who dared to share the most intimate experience as they ruled the road. Damon was amazed by the changes to the outside. The place no longer looked like the dingy rest stop it once did. It looked more like home to him. He just grinned from ear to ear and took in the heady smells of the wilderness, and a faint hint of male lust that would always fill the air. His smile grew as his eyes fell on the bikes. They looked powerful with eight cylinder engines that could speed them faster than anything out there. The leather and chrome stood out enough to make any biker jealous. He noticed the gap right away and slide his fingers into it, moaning softly as the pulsing leather stroked his fingers.

"Damn, little bro, you did good!"

"I had help from a friend, but now it's up to us... We should visit your friend at that bike Dealership... Maybe see if there are any kids playing hooky from school..." Grant said, licking his lips almost like an animal stalking his prey. He had a veracious need to expand their family and they would live up to their name as the corruptors. Damon patted his brother on the back and flashed a grin before he leaped onto his bike.

"Sounds like a plan, little bro!" He said as he slipped his dick into the throbbing gap, moaning in pleasure as warmth surrounded his shaft, the tunnel feeling like tiny hands carressing his maleness, worshiping it. He revved the egine and kicked the stand. "Let's go make us a new gang!" Grant moved and hopped onto his bike, slipping his cock into the slot as well. As he intimately cradled the bike it seemed as if his pants were closed, only he and his brother knew the joyous truth. Soon the air of the bikes cut through the air, a deep growling hum so low that it was almost subliminal, a sound that would caress the subconcious of any who heard. The brothers pulled back and soon they were on their way, rumbling down the road toward town, not afraid of anything.