Vaughn Gets Shafted
Vaughn Gets Shafted
Written by grrside An anonymous commission
Rain started splashing down on Vaughn. He shivered. "It's freaking July, when the hell is summer going to come? The planet's going nuts", he thought. He put his hood on, his head safely tucked inside, and picked up his pace. After getting lost twice following the directions on his smartphone, he gave up and asked a hot dog seller where the hell the Miracle Sun Theatre was... "...Because that's where I'm meeting up with my girlfriend.", Vaughn said, smiling. "Oh, the Miracle Sun Theater! How romantic! All the way across that street, then turn left", replied the burly man. "Want to buy a hot dog for her?" "Uh...No, thanks." Vaughn left the hot dog stand behind and finally found the theater thanks to the man's indications. Ah, the Miracle Sun Theater. The perfect place to spend a romantic night with your girlfriend. "I'm so glad I finally found it! Tonight will be the night I'll finally make my wildest dream come true!" He happily strolled past the theater and entered the building next to it, the Sweet Temptations massage parlor.
Vaughn had read about the Sweet Temptations massage parlor online. It looked like an apparently legitimate massage parlor on the outside, but on the inside...Let's just say that most of the massages ended up with a happy ending. Vaughn squeezed the last few raindrops that were leaking from his hood and rolled it down, exposing his blonde head. "Crazy weather, uh? You sure are dripping wet." The voice belonged to a big black man. He was slightly taller than Vaughn, which was saying much, because Vaughn considered himself to be taller than average. He correctly guessed that this man was another client rather than part of the staff by the informal way he was dressing. "I'm a regular, actually. I haven't seen you around here before. Is it your first time?" "Yes, I'm..." "Don't worry, you're not the first virgin that visits this place! Haha!", laughed the man. Of course, he knew very well that Vaughn was talking about the first time that he came here and not the first time he had sex. Vaughn cleared his throat and tried again. "...I'm Vaughn." "Well, very nice to meet you..."Vaughn". You can call me just "John Doe". "No, Vaughn isn't a nickname, it's my actual...Whatever." He figured out that nobody used their real identities in this parlor of ill-repute. "I'm sure you'll have a great time here. But take my word, beginners like you should start with just "actual" massages first. When you get a little more experienced like me, you can order up the "special" ones." Vaughn wasn't liking this guy. Who did he think he was? He was treating him like a baby... "John" walked up to the counter and talked to a bored receptionist holding a cigarette. Vaughn took a closer look at her, and was disgusted. She was clearly past her prime. She was wearing a red wig with curls...Or maybe that was her real, undernourished hair. Her face was so overflowed with makeup it looked like she was wearing a mask. She was holding the butt of the cigarette with her right hand, and toyed with it dangerously close to her clearly fake breasts when she was not taking a drag off it. That's when Vaughn noticed that she was wearing a white card with the name "Vanessa" written on it on the left side of her chest. He hoped this "Vanessa" wasn't one of the masseurs... "Oh, if it isn't one of my favorite customers", she said in a bored, monotone tone when she saw the black man. "The girls are always asking me, "When is the big, black, cocky cock coming back?", they love playing with you. Let me guess, another #37?" She said with the cigarette in her mouth. "Yes, a full hour...TWO girls this time." He said proudly as he flashed a cocky grin at Vaughn. It was now official. Vaughn HATED this guy. "How brave", Vanessa said as she squashed what was left of the cigarette into an ashtray, then lighted up another, without ever making eye contact with any of the two perverts in front of her. "You know the way", she said after taking a long drag and the black man went to have his fun, not before joyfully slapping Vaughn in the back and telling him "Don't ask for anything you can't handle, you'll regret it, trust me." Vaughn was so furious at being treated like this, that when it was his turn to talk to Vanessa, he just blurted out "I want what that guy just ordered! The #37 thingy!" Vanessa didn't look impressed. "How many minutes?" "Three HOURS!" Vaughn valiantly told her, not wanting to be less than the other man. She just laughed. "Seriously? Are you sure about that, kid? Aren't you going to be a little bit sore after that?" Yeesh, why was everyone here treating him like a novice virgin? "Of course, I can handle it." "Whatever you say, I don't judge." Vanessa said while thinking how disgusting this pervert was. "And as I'm feeling generous today, a healing cream will be given to you on the house after the three hours are over to prevent permanent damage." "Thanks!" Vaughn said. "Wait, was she making fun of me?", he thought shortly afterwards. "Your girl for today will be "Emily", she pushed a button on an intercom. "Emily, a client is waiting for you in reception..." "I'll be on my way", a sweet and youthful voice came from the speaker.
Emily felt relieved when she saw that the client wasn't an old man, but rather a quite athletic and young blonde. She gave him her brightest smile, just like she had practiced. Vaughn also felt relieved the girl didn't look at all like Vanessa. She had silky and long black hair and blue eyes. The skin on her face didn't have any imperfections, but this time it was her natural beauty, unlike Vanessa's mask-like face. She looked youthful and full of energy, yet she acted with modesty. Her well-proportioned body was being embraced by a white outfit which looked not unlike what a nurse would wear. She sure was beautiful...And she was about to give him a "massage"!...Damn, Vaughn realized that maybe he couldn't manage to last three full hours with this beauty without a lot of "cool-off periods". "This is "Vaughn". He wants a #37 for three hours." Emily felt relieved no longer. She should have guessed that even the cute ones had their perverted fantasies. And for three hours, no less! What would she do with a #37'd male for three hours? She, however, just kept on smiling like it was the most natural thing in the world to ask for. "Sure, come this way..." Emily guided Vaughn through the corridors, until they arrived to a quite big room. There was a big table on it for the client to lay on, no surprises there. But the room was devoid of any other furniture, and there was a drain on the floor, the room looked like a big garage. Emily noticed Vaughn looked at the drain, and told him: "We use these kind of rooms for the #37s because things always get kind of...messy. When we want to clean, we just hose down the room." She handed him a towel. "When you are ready, strip down and position yourself on the table. I'll be right back with the oil". Vaughn did as she ordered. He was laying face down on the table, the towel covering his buttocks, when she came back with a bottle of oil simply labeled as "#37". "I can apply the oil as slow or as fast as you want. The three hours don't start counting down until the oil is applied to your whole body, so don't worry about that." Vaughn thought that sounded a little strange, wasn't rubbing the oil on his body was surely what the massages are about, right?...Oh, maybe she was talking about the unofficial "action" that would happen after that...Fine by him, then. She began oiling his feet...Damn, her touch on his feet made him tingle all over his body. Vaughn once read a book about how to stimulate certain parts of a body by just touching different areas of the feet. How was that thing called, "Shiatsu" or something? Maybe that's what she was doing right now. He felt a nice sensation on the back of his head, then on his right shoulder, then his testicles...Well, that last body part may have been excited just by the fact that a cute girl was touching him, he felt himself getting erect...Damn! He was already getting hard, and she was just touching his feet! How is he going to manage three hours like this? When she considered his feet were oiled enough she went directly to work on his head. "His hair sure feels soft and silky. I hope he is aware that the #37 can cause permanent hair loss on some people..." she thought as she touched his hair. "Lift your head up a little bit...Nice". She started to massage his face. Was it really necessary to oil his face too? Maybe she was doing it to not ruin his tan... Vaughn's erection was starting feel uncomfortable being squashed into the table. For some reason, her delicate fingers rubbing his face was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced on his life. He unconsciously began to rub his penis over the surface of the table..."Crap, if this goes on like this, I'll cum on the table!" He willed his erection to go down, and to his own amazement, it really did went down, even though he was still freaking horny. She started to work on his shoulders and back, but he still felt the erotic tingling feeling on his face. This oil must be really strong stuff! He was experiencing such ecstasy, he could barely keep his eyes open... Emily contemplated how the skin at the top of Vaughn's head began to pry open exposing the meat inside him, she would never get accustomed to the sight of that. "Please, turn around...Perfect." Vaughn's face was becoming wrinkled, his nose and cheeks starting to lose definition. Not even his mother would recognize him now. This far on the transformation, Vaughn's towel was now redundant, so Emily got hold of it and dropped it away.
Vaughn was shocked. She looked like a modest girl, and she just uncovered his private parts like it was no big deal. Well, he should have expected that in a massage parlor who offers happy endings. Still, he felt himself getting rock hard again thanks to his exposure. But the girl didn't even took a glance to his dick. He felt insulted she didn't even take a look at it when it's right there for her to look at...Or was it? Vaughn cried in shock. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Emily got horrorized. Did she do anything wrong? "WHERE THE HELL IS MY PENIS?!" Vaughn said pointing at the blank crotch with his finger. His groin was now just a bunch of pubic hair. "What? Well, it got sucked it up into your body, like it always happens with the #37..." "THE FUCK?! Nobody told me this oil would castrate me!" "Well, it's true, at first it may appear like it does...But it's just merging with your entire body, to make it feel more pleasurable...You aren't actually losing your genitals, you're..." "Stop this thing right now! Give me my balls back! This is too weird!" Then it hit Emily. This man didn't even know what a #37 did. It probably was the first time he even visited Sweet Temptations. She tried to calm him down. "Don't worry, it's completely reversible! I haven't even finished putting on the oil in your entire body, so you just have enough oil in your body for a transformation of about two hours..." "Two hours?! How am I going to spend two hours like this?!" Emily patted him on the back. "Don't worry, it's not so bad." When she patted him. Vaughn felt pure bliss. It felt like she was caressing his dick. He felt himself get rock hard. But when she saw him get so aroused, she got a little scared and stopped. "No, no, keep on doing that, if felt...Great". Emily giggled a bit at his reaction and once again began to massage him, rubbing his chest and back. "Ah...It feels...Awesome...I've never felt something like this in my life...W-Wait, what is wrong with my head? It feels like my skull wants to get out of it...And, It's getting harder to see...I..." Vaughn's face disappeared. His head was now just a tube of skin. Vaughn touched his blank face, agitated, until he found a strange opening on the top of his head. He looked up and realized he could see through it. He hastily grabbed hold of his skin and pulled it down. It was the weirdest sensation. It felt like his the internal muscles of his face were now exposed to the air, but, instead of exposing a bloody skull like it would normally happen if you were to open up the skin on your head, what looked like giant penis' glans peeked out of it. "Thank god, I couldn't breathe for a second...Now, why have you stopped the massage?" articulated his peehole. Emily was glad he wasn't mad at her anymore. "Oh, good, good, I'm getting so hard, it's...*cough*...Damn, I'm drooling...It tastes weirdfgh...Wath? My mouth is getthing stiffy, isth gething diffuclth tho thark!" Unfortunately, Vaughn had always found it diffcult to pee when getting erect, much less articulate full words with his peehole. "Fahf! Emifhgy! Haptyh!" Emily wasn't able to comprehend him anymore, so she just keep on massaging him to calm him down.
The dick-headed man was in pure bliss. Sure, he was shocked and a little scared, but his mind was so clouded with lust, the only thing he could think focus on right now was on the eventual release. He butt became bigger, began to merge with his legs and feet, becoming big, hairy recipients for the sperm he was desperate to release. As Emily rubbed his chest, his chest and abs began to lose definition until his torso was just part of his shaft. He looked like a giant penis with arms, but his arms didn't last long either, as started shrinking into his body much to his dismay. "No! I needed those! I need to keep touching myself!" The giant penis was furious he couldn't masturbate by itself any longer. He tried to use his peehole to tell Emily to please keep going, but he could just make incomprehensible gurgles. He was so frustrated he fell down on the floor. Vaughn inched like a worm, leaking precum all over the floor. He rubbed himself on the walls, humped the floor, but it was no use. There wasn't enough stimulation in this room. He needed to get out. "W-Wait, Vaughn, where are you going?!" The human-sized penis bursted out the door. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to cum. He smelt pheromones on the air, could it be...Sex? He couldn't quite put the tip of his dickhead on it, but he felt like his sense of smell had been reconstructed into some sort of sex-radar. He inched across the rooms, sniffing out the air emanating from each of them. They all smelt like something dirty was going inside them. But the source of the powerful smell emanated from one of the furthest rooms in the building. Oh, god! It smelled like there was an orgy going on inside!...
"Oh, John. You make such a great cock...", said a big-breasted nude chick. "Yeah, you should be our personal dickhead for ever, and ever!", said another. "Sorry girls, but a big black cock like me can't just settle down." Said the giant black cock. "There are lots of other girls who need a cock like me in their lives..." He grabbed a towel with his peehole and positioned it over his giant testicles. "Besides, the hour is almost up..." Suddenly, a giant white dick bursted out in the room in search of that strong smell that was driving it crazy. It passed past the two nude chicks and jumped at the big black cock. "T-The fuck?!", said the black cock as the white cock humped him. Emily entered the room. "Vaughn, there you are!" "D-Don't tell me this guy is...I always knew he was a faggot from the beginning", said the cock while Vaughn's dickhead, rammed him between the testicles. Vaughn finally feeling it...He was about to...
"Where the hell is Emily and her client? Her room was empty...", said Vanessa. "Whatever, anyway, "John Doe"'s hour is almost up..." She opened the door assigned to John Doe and she found the entire room covered in sperm, a big white dick panting through its peehole with a recently transformed black man below it and three of the staff girls all soaked up in cum. "...There's a surcharge fee for fivesomes, you know...", was the only thing she said.
EPILOGUE
Rain started splashing down on Vaughn. He shivered. "It's freaking July, when the hell is summer going to come? The planet's going nuts", he thought. He put his hood on, his head safely tucked inside, and picked up his pace. Everything turned out great at the massage parlor. A few days after his...Uh..."Incident" over there, he found Emily at the convenience store. Emily had decided that she no longer wanted to work on Sweet Temptations, "Too much excitement for a girl like me", she said. One thing led to another, and they ended up taking a cup of coffee together and getting along pretty well. It was the start of a very long relationship. After getting lost twice following the directions on his smartphone, he gave up and asked a hot dog seller where the hell the Miracle Sun Theatre was... "...Because that's where I'm meeting up with my girlfriend, Emily.", Vaughn said, smiling. It stopped raining, and the sun shined through the clouds, he lowered his hood. "Oh, the Miracle Sun Theater! How romantic! All the way across..." the hot dog seller suddenly went pale. "Oh, no, it's happening again...I should stop making a living selling sausages..." , he said as he fainted. "Weird", said Vaughn as he adjusted his hood. Then he remembered he wasn't wearing his hoodie today. "Oh! So THAT'S what the healing cream was supposed to prevent!..."
THE END