Gasman - Part 3 - Bombing About
Back with this again.
Oliver and Leo were gathered outside of an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. The kind that you might find a MOT garage or day-care centre in. It was an unassuming place, with a large white door, and a smaller one intended for people. Oliver unlocked the door with a key and ushered Leo inside, "Ladies first."
"Twat," Leo grumbled under his breath. On the inside was a large open space. To the left was an office cubicle, but otherwise the space was mostly empty. Another emergency exit was on the back wall. Pieces of garden furniture were haphazardly scattered around the floor, and on them sat two other people.
"So this is your team?"
Oliver chuckled, "A team? No, I met them in the fucking pub. That fat cunt is Garry."
The "fat cunt," who was not actually that fat at all - was a middle-aged man with greying hair and a thick beard. He had rosy cheeks like you'd find on a mall Santa. His cheery face was contrasted with a sour expression.
"And the skinny one is Jack."
"Alright," He greeted. This time Oliver's description was more accurate. He had thin arms and a clearly defined collar bone. He had messy brown hair that curled around and around. Leo couldn't help but notice that both of them were human.
"Not being judgemental or anything, but why'd they agree to help? I mean, we've got two jacked fucking Lion men, and two blokes you met in the pub. As a matter of fact, why didn't you give them the cum treatment too?"
Oliver patted his shoulder, "Simple. All will be revealed in time. Sit down."
Leo picked a seat somewhere in-between the two of them and nearly pissed himself when it started to wail under his weight. Oliver wheeled out a whiteboard and started to jot down a list of items. "Since we've got some lads together, I guess it's about time that we started preparing some material for our plan, right?"
The two nodded along. Leo was still sceptical. On Oliver's list, lab equipment, virus development, protective equipment, and a deployment mechanism.
"I'm working on the deployment method, and it'll dependant on how the virus is spread. So I got us a virologist to help out," he pointed to Leo.
"What, this body builder is a virologist?" Jack shrugged.
"I didn't look like this a few days ago Jack."
"So I'll handle that. Leo here is going to develop a usable version of the pathogen. For that we need lab equipment and protective gear. I already told you how to buy shit safely, Garry, you got it?" He nodded.
"What about me?" Jack asked.
"I want you to start scouting out how we can use this stuff. Upcoming events, where the big names are going to be. Preferably indoors, if we can spread this through the air it'll be more effective there."
"I can do that, easy."
"We need a long-term plan. Where to go, who to target, people who might join us, how to keep ourselves safe. I shouldn't need to say but I've never been a domestic terrorist before. Now let's get to work."
The other two stood and immediately walked to the door, shutting it behind them. Oliver pulled Leo into the office. "Garry's got a disease; I don't know what kind - but it's a bad one. When I told him that anthropomorphism might cure him, he jumped at the chance."
"So he wants to be a test dummy?"
"More like a lab rat, but yeah. Jack's a leftie. A real university activism type. Don't tell him I said this, but he'll hop on anything that seems interesting. So becoming a terrorist was right up his alley. He's not just an extra body though, he has a lot of eyes and ears on the ground, and he works at a newspaper somewhere. Perfect cover for what we're doing."
Leo shook his head, thick brown mane getting into his eyes. "Fucking Christ, what have you gotten me into?"
"Listen, it's no big deal."
"And why do we need protective equipment anyway?"
"Didn't you know? Getting hit twice makes you lose your head. You start smashing shit up and trying to fuck anything that moves. So us two big lion cunts'll end up raping some poor lad - not ideal."
"Yeah I'm sure he'll be devastated about the rape part and not being caught in a fucking terrorist attack, you fucking mong."
"And! We won't be able to get away if we don't know what we're doing. So masks and ventilators and protective clothing."
"I'm going to be twiddling my thumbs until they get back then?"
"Probably. Unless you can start working without any equipment."
"I hope you kept that sample at the right temperature, it's priceless."
Oliver snickered, his feline face curling up and wrinkling. It was a strange sight - the thin layer of golden-brown fur on his face. It was like a whole-body beard. The power difference between the two of them had closed, but Oliver was still bigger. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Leo had a queer feeling in his chest. Now that they were alone in Oliver's office, the power dynamic between them had grown more pronounced. Leo had gotten his mind filled with a thousand thoughts of burgeoning masculinity.
He could feel the front of his pants bulging outwards at his cock filled with blood. Oliver glanced down, his fangs bared into a confident smirk. "You been taking care of yourself mate? If you're not careful, you'll be popping stiffies in public all the bloody time."
Leo couldn't feel shame about the situation. Oliver had already force-fed him some cum anyway, so what was showing off a bulge? Nothing. But the more Leo thought about it the more his thoughts turned to the sexual. And specifically the huge, masculine, muscular, musky lion stood in front of him. His sensitive nose could pick up the bitter smell of his underwear, which were struggling to contain his battering ram of a cock.
"And whose fault is that again?"
"Mine. I wank myself stupid six times a day. And that's not even enough."
Leo didn't need to say anything. Oliver's thick fingers invaded his zipper and quickly undid it, revealing the strained front of his newly purchased boxers. A wet patch of precum, which constantly dribbled from the tip of his bestial member when he was aroused, had formed. The entire package was big enough to be held in two hands.
"Jesus Christ, you didn't get conned in the fucking knob department, did you?"
"Jealous?"
"A bit."
Oliver kept any further complaints to himself. It was a surreal experience for Leo. He didn't really like Oliver all that much - but the prospect of rutting him until he couldn't walk enflamed him in a way he couldn't explain. Oliver spun him around and pushed him back onto his desk, spreading the smaller lion stud's legs open so he could get proper access.
The boxers were pulled away, and Leo could finally breathe a little. Oliver admired his brother's cock with the eye of an appraising jeweller. His clawed fingers groped his balls, working always to generate more infectious cum. Oliver could almost swear that he could feel them pulsing. His own nostrils began to take in the scent of his fellow male, and he found himself growing hard in tandem.
"You're getting me excited as well." Oliver continued to feel up Leo's cock and balls with a smile. The stench of lion was starting to fill the room. Sweat and cum that was so potent he was afraid it'd infect people just from proximity. Leo was a walking bio-weapon. Oliver knew that his cum production was prodigious, but he knew when to admit that someone had him beat.
It was twelve inches erect and almost half as thick. His balls were the size of ripe fruit, despite their absurd size they were pleasing to the eye. Just the right size to complement each other. "God, do you ever wonder how fast somebody'd get turned by this stuff?" he asked, rubbing a glob of steaming cum from his gaping cock slit. He held it between his outstretched fingers, but it showed no signs of sagging.
"Y-Yeah," Leo admitted. "When I came the first time - I was thinking about that..."
"Me too," Oliver's yellow eyes flashed dangerously, "I nearly came my fucking brains out. I thought about bending my old boss over and raping his shaggy arsehole until he squealed. Then I got to watch him squirm as he turned into one of us."
"And?"
"And? I didn't do it. It was too far for me." His hand job grew more insistent, applying a pleasant amount of pressure to the fleshy tube. Leo expelled a volume of cum that would be considered inhuman for a normal person, but Oliver knew that he hadn't actually ejaculated yet. His paws grew slick with his pre.
Leo's chest rose and fell, his expanded muscles putting an immense amount of pressure onto his clothes. He feared that they'd rip right down the middle. A part of him hoped they would. A display of strength and instinct that would send any human running. His chest burned as Oliver continued to mangle his erection.
But it was never going to last long. The musk of another lion and the haphazard nature of their sexual encounter had hit all of his buttons. The thought of finding another beastman and rutting in public was a fantasy that had been hardwired into his brain. Not a union of love or desire, but simple electrical signals in his brain that demanded he fuck with his new weaponry. The thought of losing control and becoming a true beast.
He roared as his balls retracted into his body. Oliver watched as Leo's cock grew just from the amount of cum gushing through his urethra. He dodged to the side and allowed his fellow lion to expend himself onto the concrete floor. Leo's tongue hung loose from his mouth as he growled in pleasure. The stink of the puddle that he'd made caused Oliver's nose to scrunch up.
"Fucking hell. Remind me to stay away from you when you cum."
Leo looked down at the mess he'd made. It was a genuine puddle, the kind you'd find outside on the road after an afternoon shower. "I made all that? I'm getting worse!"
Oliver shrugged, "Whatever, I can just clean it up later." He pointed down to his own bulge, "How about you return the favour - you're meant to be the bottom bitch."
Leo rolled his eyes, "Alright Mr Alpha." The last thought of the evening was Leo's, as he began to think about how much time they'd end up wasting fucking each other. A worry that was discarded when Oliver unzipped his own trousers and fished out a delicious looking cock.
Work could wait.