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It took two tries before I mustered up the bravery to enter the bar, mostly because I was in the shadier part of town and absolutely terrified. Two out of every three people this side of the river carried concealed weapons, the place was just that dangerous, and the last time I had come I had not made five steps before witnessing my first gang war. It was not pleasant, but a combination of overdue book fees and a slight debt with student services warranted my little trip into lands unknown.

And now here I was, standing in what was touted as the roughest, most dangerous gay bar in the entire city. I had once thought it silly that a gay bar could be dangerous, but judging by the number of huge, brutish-looking thugs, ferocious looking biker dudes, and the massive, bare-chested bodybuilders wrestling each other into the ground, I couldn't decide if I should be aroused or terrified.

Still, to say I was intimidated would have been an understatement. Even as I walked I could feel the intense gazes boring into my firm ass, more than one monster-fur turning around so he could stare at the sheep walking amongst lions. Hell even the bartender looked terrifying, a shirtless and vicious-looking goat whose hulking chest muscles practically demanded worship. It was then did I spot the two leather-bound furs suckling his meaty nipples, their clearly not-muscular bodies partially concealed behind the counter. I turned away from his mind melting stare, a finger hovering over my pocket in case I needed to defend myself. BMU was fired up and ready to go, a single touch and I would be five times as muscular as the biggest guy here and fifty times as horny. I had to admit brutalising all these monsters into sexual submission had its appeal, but oh god I wanted out of this place so badly!

In fact, I was just about to sprint for the door when a large hand fell onto my shoulder. I jumped, spinning around so quickly I drew chuckles from nearby patrons, my eyes falling earthwards when I realized just who had touched me.

"What are you doing here," uttered the wheelchair-bound, chestnut horse from this very morning, "Oh hell wait don't tell me... Bradley?"

"Uh... yes?"

"Damn boy I told you to wait for me outside."

"There were people following me outside," I admitted weakly, trying my best not to notice the muscly patrons surrounding us, "Suits and sunglasses and all that, and guns, definitely guns."

Horse-Guy did not immediately reply, a strange look flickering over his rugged features for the briefest of moments.

"That's what you get this side of the river," he finally said, wheeling around and pulling me along, "But you should be safe in here, let's get you seated."

My shoes crunched against broken beer bottles as Horse-Guy dragged me over to one of the darker corners of the establishment. It was a little strange now, nobody seemed to be looking at us anymore, and even the bartender had returned his attention to his worshipful nipple-suckers. Horse-Guy plopped me into a low set couch that stank of cum and testosterone, instructing me to wait as he dragged a coffee table into view and rolled himself to the other side so he could face me.

"Well this is awkward," Horse-Guy said, "After what happened this morning I didn't think I would see you again, the names Chapel."

"And I'm Bradley, but I think you already know that."

Horse-Guy nodded as one of the bartender's slaves waddled over to hand us our drinks, the youngish looking wolf smiling dreamily as he drifted back to his muscle-bound master. I stared into my mug, my eyes narrowing suspiciously at the frothy, foul-smelling beverage that seemed to be bubbling on its own accord. There was no way this was going into my mouth, the last time I had been handed a drink bubbling like that it had been overflowing with sedatives.

"It's not drugged you know," Chapel said, taking a swing of his own mug, "But it still might be a little heavy for you."

Not wanting to disappoint the enormous horse, I took an uneasy sip, nearly choking as the pungent fluids seared a new path through my gullet. Aside from the stomach transplant I was probably going to need, even I had to admit the beverage didn't taste all that bad. I took another sip, bravely this time, drawing a soft hoot from one of the patrons still watching us. I set the mug back onto the table, shuddering slightly as the alcohol danced through my body. Chapel was watching me with a curious expression on that furry face, his lips showing hints of a satisfied grin as I squirmed in my chair.

"Well I'll be," he laughed, "I didn't think you would last the first sip."

"That was foul!" I whispered, hoping with all my heart none of the other patrons would hear me, "I think I feel my stomach melting, and what was that about me not lasting the first sip!?"

"Oh I'm not planning to rape you, believe me if I wanted to I wouldn't need the alcohol."

Chapel pulled off his hood, his furry ears popping out as his hair came into view. It was an almost glossy black, the barest hints of a shine flickering in the dim light as he gave his mane a good toss. Unlike the horses in school, who favoured either crew or shoulder length cuts, Chapel was somewhere in the middle. Not too long and not too short, that gorgeous dark mane feathering down the back of his neck while remaining long and spikey on top. It was a little like my haircut, but twenty times as manly.

"So um... what's the plan for tonight, I assume you already know my rates."

"Actually about that, I just want some company for the night."

"Company... wait... what?"

"No sex," Chapel said dryly, taking another swing of his mug, "Just sit with me and talk a little, when you're in my position it gets a little... lonely... at times."

My eyes travelled back to the chair Chapel was sitting on. It looked a tad old, probably because he had been stuck in it for quite some time now. I swallowed, deciding that I should take charge of the situation instead of just sitting here. Most people simply wanted to flip me over and plough me until I was screaming in pleasure, a change of scenery was most welcome and I didn't want to squander this chance.

"Okay here's an idea, let's get something to eat and then we can go somewhere a little less... crowded... what say you?"

"Way ahead of you," Chapel said, the first hints of a warm smile creeping into the edges of his strong lips. As if on cue, the bartender's leather slave reappeared and placed a plate of chicken and waffles before me. Chapel was having roasted steak with a hollowed out bun filled with gravy. I actually blinked a few times when I realized what just happened, and when I bravely turned to look around I realized just about everyone was eating as well. There was even a hulking bull-monster arm wrestling a massive donkey-morph over what appeared to be a pot of molten cheese.

"What were you expecting?" Chapel asked, his full blown grin revealing a perfect set of pearly whites, "This is a bar and restaurant you know."

"Okay yeah... but... I mean everyone's... I thought... I'm going to shut up now!"

Not wanting to redden my face any further, I stabbed a fork into the nearest waffle and stuffed the entire thing into my mouth. Gosh this thing was good, who knew a bloodthirsty and testosterone laden gay bar could produce good food, damned these unnecessary stereotypes!

I didn't know if it was the food or the alcohol I had imbibed earlier, but I actually managed to feel myself relaxing as Chapel and we ate in silence, my eyes darting over his enormous upper body every now and again whenever he gave me unintentional flexes. Something inside me wanted to reach over and rip away his sweater so I could see just how muscled he truly was, but then again fistfights and wrestling matches were breaking out mere feet away every five minutes or so, along with the occasional drunken patron mangling one of the wrought iron barstools whenever things got too quiet. It served as a grim reminder that I was still in a rowdy environment, and if any clothes were going to be ripped it was definitely not those of the brawny horse at my table.

Thankfully though, no one came over to hit on me, be it figuratively or literally, and not half an hour later I found myself walking beside Chapel along a darkened street, he having refused all my attempts to push him along.

"Handicapped but not helpless," he had said, many times in fact.

And so I walked, trying with all my might to ogle at Chapel's ultra-thick muscle-neck without turning my head until we stopped before a derelict, rundown apartment block nestled away in the less policed sector of town.

"This is it," Chapel said simply, "Sorry it's not enough."

"Oh this isn't so bad," I said, trying my best to sound encouraging, "I've had worst, at least there's light in the lobby."

I followed him into the lift, squeezing myself into the corner of the cramp space so Chapel's chair would have room.

"You know, I'm a little curious," Chapel said softly, his hands resting on one another as the lift brought us to the highest floor, "Why haven't you asked me the question yet?"

"Uh... which question?" I queried innocently.

"Why I'm in this chair, that's what everyone wants to know when they first meet me."

"Isn't that kinda... I dunno... impolite?"

Chapel stared at me for a moment, his good eye accelerating my heartbeat tenfold, before he smirked and chuckled.

"You're a nice kid, I like you."

As it turned out, there was but one unit on the top floor, what must have once been a small corridor now decorated with flickering lights and peeling paint. Chapel led me to his apartment and unlocked it, motioning for me to enter. I did so, and when I turned the lights on I realized just how Chapel's home differed from mine.

Where the living room should have been was a large, makeshift gym filled with all sorts of weightlifting equipment and racks upon racks of enormous plates likely too heavy for me to even lift. Chapel had even cleared a path through all the iron and steel, no doubt so he could manoeuvre his wheelchair without being obstructed. I couldn't help but notice the low table and loose wiring where a television had once stood, was he facing financial difficulties?

Chapel brought me over to one of his bench presses, and I sat down, placing my schoolbag under it as Chapel rolled into the kitchens and returned with two cans of beer.

"Aw I couldn't!"

"C'mon, this isn't half of what you drank just now."

"Can't afford hangovers, I have an afternoon class tomorrow!"

"Hah, well suit yourself," Chapel laughed, slotting the cans into a compartment on his chair, "Go ahead, make yourself comfortable."

I was just about to pull off my warm sweater when I realised Chapel was doing the same. I stared, open mouthed as he grabbed his jacket by the hems and pulled the entire garment off his massive body. Oh god he wasn't wearing anything underneath, a bulging set of abdominal muscles popping into view as he struggled to get the fabric over his massive pectorals. I got up, intending to help him until my fingers graced the thick nipples that capped his awesome chest muscles. Helpless as my body turned to jelly, I could only watch as Chapel finally succeeded; his massive arms and shoulders heaving with power as he tossed his jacket aside and struck a double bicep pose.

"Like what you see, boy?"

Not trusting my mouth to speak, I nodded my approval, my eyes unblinking as I raked over the amazing, muscular development.

"Like I said Bradley, handicapped but not helpless, now here, get up."

I actually whimpered when Chapel's huge paw all but swallowed mine, a seemingly gentle tug sending me crashing into his hulking musculature. Like Baxter before me, Chapel was completely unmoving despite the impact, his massive arms encircling my not-so-muscular back as I pressed my face against his titanic traps.

"How do you do it?!" I gasped, trembling at the gentlest of touches as Chapel flexed and pumped those awesome muscles, "And... this... chair."

"Getting yourself stuck in a wheelchair doesn't always mean you can't workout anymore," Chapel explained, sounding more as though he was serenading me with that deep, rumbling baritone, "I'm simply paralysed from the waist down, the rest of me is as strong as ever."

"Please, let me see..." I began, my voice trialling off when I realised Chapel had already picked up an enormous dumbbell, his other hand holding me against the armrest of the chair as he began curling that gigantic lump of iron as though it weighed nothing. Drool poured from my lips as I watched Chapel's bicep bulging and rippling with such insane power, veins throbbing across the glistening surface as the muscleman hit forty reps and dropped the weight with a resounding crash.

Seconds later, we were on Chapel's bed (which also happened to be in the living room alongside a table stacked high with clean clothing), cuddling and giggling as I grasped and squeezed his pumped up arm. The horse's legs might have been unhealthily thin and utterly useless, but damn the rest of him was positively sizzling! I was so overexcited that it wasn't long before I had flopped beside him, gasping for breath between gleeful snickers and loud, boisterous chuckles.

"I've never had anyone get this excited before," Chapel admitted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at me, "If I could afford it I'd probably get you in here five nights a week."

"Oh hell I might just come here for free!" I squealed, bouncing gleefully until I realized he had used the word 'afford', "Wait... wait a minute... are you... financially... troubled?"

"I have enough to pay you for this run, don't worry."

"I... you need it more than I do... don't you?"

"Well... maybe."

"I can't take your money like that."

Chapel paused for a moment, his expression softening and breaking into smiles as he pulled me into his warm chest and pressed my face against those heaving pectoral muscles. I felt myself blushing hotly as his rippling man-cleavage filled my nose with his delicious scent. The fact I would not get myself any payment tonight stung a little, but still I knew it was the right thing to do. If Chapel had to eke out a living in such a harsh place, then nothing student services did to me would compare to what could happen out on the streets. So I simply resigned myself to enjoying Chapel's hard muscles, it had been a long time since I got into bed with anyone resembling a bodybuilder, perhaps I would end up coming here for free after all.

Half an hour had passed by the time Chapel spoke again, his voice softer than I had ever heard but still firm and strong.

"There's something I should tell you."

"I'm listening," I babbled, partially delirious from all the muscle surrounding my face.

"Remember when I told you to stay away from the mob?"

"Yep."

"Well... you might have failed."

"Gee I dunno, I kinda want to keep licking your chest instead of screaming like a little girl and running off into the night."

"I'm serious," implored Chapel, "Don't you want to know how I got into this chair?"

"Not really, but I'll listen if you're willing to tell me."

I was sitting on a pillow by the time Chapel finished filling me in. He had poured out his heart and soul, all the pain and regret that he harboured dumped onto a guy he had only just met. I felt myself struggling to take it all in, from Chapel's glory days as one of the most promising heavyweight bodybuilders around to his fall from grace. A lavish lifestyle had depleted his funding and when his sponsors had caught wind of his endless drinking and gambling they had severed all ties. Chapel had turned to a life of crime to support his excessive spending, it was a decision that was doomed to fail, and when Chapel finally messed up the mob had not taken it lightly.

"I was ambushed right outside my old gym, more than two dozen guys armed with bats and pipes and crowbars, and when they left me for dead I had sustained spinal injuries so severe the doctors told me I would never walk again. They were right."

"How... how did you cope with it all?"

"I simply had time, the judges decided to hand me the minimum sentence of one year since I had already lost so much. I know it doesn't look like it, but I'm actually twenty-seven this year."

Chapel reached for his eye patch and lifted it. I didn't know what I had expected to see, but it definitely wasn't a healthy eyeball that looked exactly like his good one.

"The scar was caused by a crowbar to the face, but somehow my eye escaped unscathed. I'm blind here because they struck me in the back of the head, cortical blindness, if you will."

I remained silent as Chapel replaced his eye patch, emotions crashing through my insides as I digested what I had just heard.

"What... did you mean when you said I failed... are you still working for the mob?"

"Yes and no, yes because nobody truly leaves the mob, and no because even my once close comrades will no longer talk to me. I handle minor jobs for them every now and then, mainly those that involve directing people to certain individuals, every cent counts after all."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"That's alright," said Chapel, pushing himself upright and dragging himself to the edge of the bed, "No one does."

I felt my heart cracking in two when Chapel turned his back to me. Perhaps it was because I was still seventeen and unexposed to the trails and hardships of adult life, but before I knew what was happening I had my face pasted onto the back of Chapel's neck, my arms clinging onto the broadness of his shoulders as though he was my only lifeline in the open sea.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice choking from Chapel's sincerity, "I... I just feel so... ugh... so... trusting... I want to trust you... to help you... I... I'm... so sorry!"

Pity and sorrow overwhelmed me by the time Chapel fell back onto the bed, his warm muscles soothing me as I struggled to keep the tears down. It was just so... sad, that such a fate had befallen him. While I did agree that it was deserved, I knew with all my heart that Chapel had been honest with me, we all lived and died by the decisions we made after all, and Chapel had to serve his penance for the sins of his past.

I remained with Chapel as we laid on the bed, pushing away the money he tried to put into my pocket. I had resolved to stay with him for a little more, my class tomorrow was in the early afternoon so I knew I had time. Helping a person through a depressive period was never my forte, so I simply clung to his arms, hoping that my presence would be enough. Chapel didn't say anything, he didn't need to, each time his fingers ran through my hair it seemed to encourage me, as if letting me know that he appreciated me for just being there to share his burden.

"Is there anything... that would fix your legs," I asked after what felt like an hour, "Surgery maybe?"

"No, if that was the case I wouldn't be spending money at all, not even the best doctors in the field can help me now, I just have to live with it."

I said nothing for the rest of the evening, struggling with my conscience until I felt Chapel relaxing in my grip.

He had fallen asleep.

Now was my chance.

I sat up, swallowing and praying that I knew what I was doing. I had woken up today with the intention of helping everyone who deserved it, and now here was Chapel, paralysed from the waist down and doomed to spend the rest of his life in that accursed chair. He did seem very repentant about the whole issue... especially so when he rescued me in the bar before realizing it was me he was supposed to meet... but he still had dealings with the mob... oh god I really hoped I knew what I was doing.

My mind made up, I untangled myself from Chapel's arm and sat, pulling my phone from my pocket and bringing up BMU's main menu. Chapel was still snoozing away, completely unaware that I had taken a picture of him and created a digital figure in his likeliness. Of all the people I had worked on today, his seemed the most damaged, BMU was going crazy with all sorts of horrific internal injuries that needed fixing. There was even an option to wake him up, but I closed that box so I could work quickly and silently.

First I fixed his eye and restored his ability to walk, bulking up his legs so it was proportionate to the rest of him and so he would be able to walk without breaking his new limbs. I was going to let him keep the scar over his left eye, mostly because it would remind him of his criminal past and also because it added to the rugged manliness of his face. And then I realized that I wanted Chapel to be big, specifically huge and so monstrous I was probably going to cream my boxers from just looking at him.

Grinning evilly, I scrolled through the available profiles until I found the seven hundred pound hulk-form I had created for myself, and then copied the changes over, watching in delight as the new Chapel soared to an amazing eight feet in height, his body exploding with so much muscle I almost expected the model to start shooting his load. Not wanting to limit Chapel's enjoyment, I doubled his sensitivity to sexual stimuli and reworked the flow of testosterone around his body, directing a few new pathways to his nipples so those orgasmic fruits could spurt and ooze with rich cum whenever Chapel aroused himself.

I zoomed out and admired my work, pleased that the new Chapel would be huger and hairier and hornier than the wildest of his dreams. Then I hit the trigger button, and sat back to enjoy the show.

Like Walter Scott had earlier today, the static blast startled Chapel awake, the release of energy overwhelming his body so quickly he barely managed to look at me before he unleashed a low, thunderous GROWL.

I could scarcely help myself, the fur on my back standing on end as a herculean penis surged to life beneath Chapel's sweatpants, thicker than a wine bottle and even longer than that. His hard-as-fuck cock was visible throbbing, enormous testicles rumbling with power as they overloaded the crotch of his pants and soaked it with his juices.

"Ooh FUCK!"

There was a terrifying BOOM BOOM as Chapel's hulking pectoral muscles underwent an instantaneous explosion of raw power, swelling up to the size of car tires and kicking his growth into high gear. My cock was harder than steel and oozing madly, my trembling hands gripping my rod as I cried like a sick child. Chapel's legs were filling up, faster than his monstrous torso as herculean mountains of pure power erupted from where he had none. His pants were tighter than sin, the fabric sticking to him like paint as shredded masses of sheer muscle exploded from his quads. I could everything from here, each teardrop-shaped monster fighting for space as they grew to incomprehensible sizes.

Cloth began to rip, overdeveloped monstrosities tearing free of their fabric prisons as Chapel's insane legs burst to freedom. I could see every fibre, every vein and every muscle cell brimming with insane power as the stallion's jumped several shoe sizes in less than a second, each mighty foot smashing into the ground as his knees grew over the edge of the bed. Chapel was yelling and bellowing at the top of his lungs as his nerves reconnected, his massive prick ballooning in size as it flexed and throbbed against his awesome quads.

I wanted that swollen manhood swell even larger, two feet of dribbling man-beef dancing and bouncing as his testicles surged past the size of coconuts, each one covered in multiple layers of pulsing veins. Chapel's upper body, glorious and powerful as ever, had grown more spectacular than I could imagine. It was one thing watching your own growth in the mirror, but another entirely when you had unprecedented access to a muscular freak hulking out before your very eyes.

Chapel's bulging arms had already split into multiple peaks, each diamond-crushing flex causing his insane biceps to explode with more power than ever, so much beef erupting from beneath his nearly transparent (but still furry) skin his fucking biceps had biceps. Chapel turned to look at me just then, the look on his face indicating that he knew I was responsible for this, even as I clutched my phone, trembling in fright as I watched him explode with more muscle than expected. The horse was drooling so much he was practically foaming, his bloated shaft writhing and pulsing as rivers upon rivers of pre-cum gushed and spurted onto the floor. He was looking at me with both eyes now, his eye patch having snapped as his face restructured itself, growing bigger, stronger, manlier than fuck and taking on ferocious, almost bestial features.

"RRAAGHHG!" he screamed, falling onto the bed and arching his back as his spine finally fixed itself, growing thicker and longer as his upper body muscles overwhelmed him with their growth. His ginormous shoulders were horrifically broad, definitely more than three feet from either side of his neck. And oh my fuck that neck, it was a fucking muscle pillar, shredded with beef and battling with his traps like some kind of insane growth duel. I stared at those growing mountains, watching as each muscle group exploded as though massive bombs were going off under his skin. They had already consumed the lower portions of Chapel's neck, and even as I watched their veiny masses only grew even more massive!

And then Chapel's howling suddenly stopped, his eyes widening in shock despite the inhuman muscles still bulging out of his growing body. The monster sat up, the impact of his huge palms hitting the bed sending me rolling away. But I already knew why, and when I peeked over the edge of the bed I could see the source of Chapel's surprise. His toes had twitched, and with each mighty breath I watched as the horse flexed his littlest appendages one after the other, his big toe touching the floor and causing his entire body to quake.

As if no longer caring that his freaky muscles were getting even bigger than nature allowed, Chapel placed his feet onto the ground, his legs wobbling uncertainly as he pushed himself up. Unsteadiness seem to overwhelm him, until he realised he was supporting himself with one hand instead of falling over. I watched him gasp, his face overflowing with emotion when he let go off the bed and slowly, surely, balanced himself on two massive feet, every cell, every muscle in his legs flexing and dancing and rippling with power as he reared to his full height.

I watched him go, clutching a pillow for comfort as the mighty stallion took his first step, tears welling up in his eyes when his foot moved at his command. His crazy muscles might have turned his back into the inhuman Y-shape I loved to see, but even then I could only focus on his face and his legs. The muscle-bound horse took another step, his arms shivering as sensations he had not felt in years surged up his spine. He began to lift his leg up, bending his knee as much as his oversized muscles would allow before planting his foot back onto the floor. Each time he did this his steps grew more confident, his entire body emanating waves of pure power as he walked towards his bench press. I watched as he squatted, watched as he kneeled and stood and groped at the muscles bulging from his lower limbs.

Chapel was sobbing so much there were more tears on the ground than there was cum. And when he turned, I nearly fell over in ecstasy. Massive, gargantuan muscles bulged out of every inch of his being, three fucking feet of oozing penile flesh throbbing from his hairy crotch, his balls were the size of watermelons and bouncing with every step. Chapel began walking back to the bed, his footfalls sending tremors through the floor of his apartment as great bursts of dark hair bristled from where he had none.

Once white-and-brown furred testicles turned black almost immediately, consumed by the deliciously sweaty pubic hairs that spread all over his crotch and formed a testosterone-laden jungle between his shredded ass muscles. I watched the trail encircle the base of that massive penis, creeping up between his magnificently sculptured eight-pack and spreading between each cinderblock-sized muscle. And then the dark forest hit Chapel's massive chest muscles, the horse moaning in delight as the mighty canyon separating his pectoral muscles bristled to life, the thick hairs covering every inch of his chest and leaving only his huge areolas untouched. I watched his nipples thicken, trusting from his hairy chest like obscene fruits and oozing with delicious looking pre-cum.

The mattress actually shook when Chapel came within reach, his huge body assuming some sort of crab pose and blotting the dim lights from the ceiling. My phone all but forgotten, it was all I could do to squeal as the equine god reached down, fingers thicker than my wrist digging into my shirt and lifting me off the bed as though I weighed nothing. Chapel's lips made contact with mine, destroying my brain and overwhelming me with a sexual heat I could barely control. Within seconds I was naked, my body trembling and quivering as Chapel violated the insides of my mouth like the dominating sex god he truly was.

I could feel him walking around, absolutely refusing to set me down so he could make full use of his new legs. Even his eyes were refusing to blink, no doubt so he could use them both to bore entire holes into my soul as he picked up the heaviest weights in his home. I was clinging on to dear life, my cock spewing uncontrollably as I let myself be taken by this muscular hulk of my own creation. Chapel's neck was so fucking massive, swollen with so much fucking muscle my fingers couldn't touch no matter how much I stretched around him. In the end I simply gave up, molesting Chapel's brawny shoulders and arms as he crammed more weight onto his barbells than they had been designed to hold, curling them with one arm and causing his insane muscles to flex with such power I actually passed out.

Thankfully I woke mere moments later, nestled in a mountain of cushions a few feet behind the still naked Chapel. He was doing squats before a mirror, his muscle-bound sphincter muscle flexing and tightening with every rep like a pink, hungry hole. I watched him go, the coarse hairs of his ass jungle dripping with sweat with each mighty grunt. There was so much iron on that barbell it looked as those he had crushed entire plates into the either side of the pole just to make them stay on. And then Chapel heard me whimper, the mighty stallion god lifting insane amounts of weight over his head and dropping the barbell with a mighty BOOM, massive cracks spreading across his floor as he turned to regard me.

"You're awake," he thundered, that monstrous cock spraying pre-cum everywhere as it flexed in excitement.

"Good."