Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2017 16:29:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Urge

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Concept: The Urge overcomes you. The Urge makes you want to cum *right
now*. The Urge always wants worse things. Here's the story of four victims
who felt it.


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The Urge
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Kristopher

Some would have called him a nerd. Some would have called him a
jock. Kristopher had the mind (and glasses) for the former, and the thick
muscles (and stringer tops) for the latter.

With his deep eyes, brutish face and short cropped mohawk the 22 year old
looked fairly intimidating, be it through brain or brawn power.

Just as he stepped out of the dorm shower, the Urge found him.

The hunky student ceased to have impulse control. While his dick was still
hardening, he already jerked off. As the Urge's own handy work added itself
to the effort, he could have cummed instantly.

But the Urge wanted *more*. So Kris put on his thick rimmed glasses, left
the washroom in the nude and swaggered along the hallway with a dumb grin
on his face. The young man's masturbation was done mostly by the Urge
itself, Kris' hands only brushing his tool, as the mind intruder let its
victim navigate the corridor.

Kris walked past an open door. He didn't bother to look inside as the
giggling of multiple girls rose beside him.

A study buddy came along the hallway, first nodding as a greeting and –
once he saw the erection – stopping in his tracks.

Now Kris had been seen by a few people, which satisfied the Urge, but
maybe... it could have a little more.

Without a single touch, the man's dick was jerked off infinitely close to
the point of no return. The sensation of standing on the very edge of
orgasm drove Kris insane, so he didn't question the ideas his mind seemed
to develop right then.

Following the Urge's order, he strutted down the stairs. Dozens of students
learned and goofed off in the common room. He made sure to flex his thick
arms, huge back, beefy ass and massive legs. Everyone got a good look as he
walked through with a much greater swagger than he usually displayed.

Only when he reached the door, did the Urge take over full control
again. Kris stepped out onto the campus grounds where only a couple of
people walked by in the distance.

His throbbing erection was still untouched as he cummed. With no good place
to shoot at, the Urge let Kris cum up, onto his bulging chest. Helping
along a little, the shots flew higher than they ever did and splashed right
into the jockish face, flinging lines of goo across the nerdy glasses.

Pretty happy with the outcome, the Urge left, letting Kristopher experience
the full force of the embarrassment. Upon realizing he was outside, he
instantly turned around and stormed through the door. Only then, did he
understand what was covering his vision.


Romeo

Celebrating his sweet sixteen was a pretty exciting day for Romeo, even
though his parents had made it clear he wasn't getting a car. Sure, it was
kinda lame to have the party at home, but at least his parents had *left*,
so he could do as he pleased.

The athletic blond dropped a few more cups next to the white cream cake
with sixteen candles.

Everything was going fine. Then the Urge overcame him.

From one second to the next, Romeo's rational thoughts were suspended. He
wanted to feel his naked skin. He wanted to melt into the sharp erotic
pleasure that had taken a hold of his psyche. He wanted to cum. Now.

The teen tore off his shirt with shaking hands. By the time it dropped
down, his dick was achingly pressing against the inside of his pants. He
pulled on his jeans and got them down together with his boxer briefs.

His dick was a source of pride, being insanely big – especially for his
age. Having grown way past the navel when hard, it rivaled a soda can in
girth. Romeo was definitely the biggest in the shower after gym class.

As soon as his dick was free, it bobbed up and down like an animal with its
own will. While Romeo still tore his socks off, his dick was already
jerking *itself* off.

Without a touch, the teen's tool pulsed and shook as if under an electric
current. When he at last grabbed the dick, Romeo got to feel twice the
masturbation.

It was an unreal sensation but it was the most erotic thing the teen had
ever experienced. He wasn't thinking of anything at all – none of his
usual fantasies. He simply existed as an extension of his penis –
pleasure fogging his mind.

When he had a clear enough moment to notice who loud he was groaning, he
tried to understand what was going on. His eyes fell on the cake. Something
stirred inside of him.

Romeo just wanted to cum. The Urge wanted *more*.

With secure steps, the teen pressed his hips to the table's edge and
aimed. His deepest moan – almost a shout – echoed from the living
room walls as he shot his load.

"Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaah!"

Every shot landed with pin point accuracy. If the jizz got a little better
distributed it would blend right in with the frosting.

The Urge left the boy, having done what it came to do. The bell
rang. Romeo's first guests had arrived. He scrambled to get his pants back
on.



Blake

Everyone knew Blake. He had a pretty high spot in high school
hierarchy. Not because of his handsome face, dark features and slender,
lean muscled body – no, he was just a real *bro*. In many ways a typical
17 year old, Blake was loud, confident and always up for fun.

Today, he had big plans. Leaving school with his huge group of fellow top
dogs, the teen let everyone know about it.

Then the Urge found its latest victim.

"Uh..." Blake's mind trailed off. "I'm gonna... I forgot something. I'll
catch up."

He turned around without waiting for a response and hurried back to
school. There were still people inside. He couldn't go there – he had to
take his clothes off *now*.

The muscle twink rushed at maximum speed toward the side of the building
and made it to the corner before he dropped his backpack. Without even
consciously registering it, he tore off his shirt and held it in hand.

A moment later he was out of sight. No one was behind the school. It was an
open space with a football field, but there was no practice today.

He pressed himself against the building's back wall and dropped his shirt
to have both hands free. The button on his jeans popped off, so hard was
his pulling it away. The boy struggled to get out of his shoes.

Meanwhile, the Urge already jerked him off, making his motions
uncontrolled. Blake couldn't help but grunt with every exhale.

The Urge, of course, wanted more.

Instantly, the teen grabbed his clothes and jogged onto the football
field. As he passed the bleachers, he shoved his clothing under them, so
they weren't visible anymore. He could have easily found the hiding place
again, but the Urge took care to keep the memory from forming.

Marching into the field's center, Blake spit on his fingers. The Urge
wanted something other than simple dick rubbing for once.

As the teen reached the middle, he dropped into the grass onto his back and
spread his legs wide. Two fingers went into his hole at once, all the way
in. It hurt and he whimpered pathetically, but the Urge had become
interested.

The moment he could accommodate both fingers, he was made to pull out and
reapply spit. Then four fingers went in. All the while, his untouched dick
was being milked. Precum dripped onto his slim abs.

While his right hands was still driving itself into his hole, he spit as
much as he could onto his left one. Getting close to an impossibly strong
orgasm, Blake shoved eight fingers into his ass and pulled himself
apart. The anal stretching would have far outdone the masturbation in
intensity, but this was no regular jerk off session.

The Urge let the boy have his price. Blake shot from his trembling dick,
more and further than he ever had. His face and hair caught the most.

Since Kris' load had dripped off him so easily last time, the Urge took
care to make Blake's cum as sticky as could be. He wouldn't get it off with
a plain old paper towel.

Still all eight fingers deep inside him, Blake was left alone by the
Urge. The spit had all dried up, making him cry out and arch his spine with
shivers as he tried to pull out just a tiny bit.

Getting his fingers free would hurt pretty hard. Then why did it make him
feel so good? Those shivers were unlike anything he had ever felt. Now
where had his clothes gone?



Milton

It was a day like any other. In his cubical, Milton stretched his arms. He
was a tall 33 year old guy with a killer smile.

Milton looked good in his suit, but he knew he looked better naked. So knew
the Urge as it took over.

Instantly driven to insanity with the need to jerk off, Milton jumped up
hard and made the chair fly backward.

As he hurried to the door, his steps became wobbly. The masturbation had
already begun and his dick was still stuck in a suit pant leg. The man made
it into the office hallway, but even the path to the elevator was more than
he could take.

Milton pushed open the door to the staircase and rushed down a single
flight of stairs before that too was no longer an acceptable delay.

With wild motions, he tore his suit off, popping every button on each piece
of clothing. Once he had slipped out of his shoes and socks, the Urge took
over completely.

The broad chested man had only his tie, still wrapped around his neck, as
he grabbed all other clothes and kicked them into the gap between flights
of stairs where they sailed down to the basement, into shadows.

He could have jerked off right there and be done with it, but the Urge
wanted more.

The man took off his silk tie and jumped back into the hallway. No one was
there at the moment and he wouldn't stay long enough to be seen. He only
needed a few drops from the water cooler.

Wet silk was nearly impossible to tear.

Back in the staircase, Milton tied his hands to the metal handrail. But not
the one in front of him. No, he bound his wrists with each end of the tie,
having threaded the long item through a handrail bar from one floor *above*
him.

How did the man tie both wrists by himself? Well, the Urge may have helped
out a little.

On his tip toes, Milton was stretched despite his size. The
self-masturbating dick aimed up at his firm abs. He could have shot his
load – there was enough going on. But the Urge had a desire to challenge
itself. How much influence could it keep over its victims?

Milton's dick was not allowed to get past the point of no return – only
infinitely close to it. Then the Urge gave the man's body free.

However, it stuck around to observe. The command lasted for half an hour
before Milton's whimpering, sweating self spasmed hard and cried out with
pleasure. As the Urge's influence ran out, cum sprayed onto the tall guy's
torso like a hose.



Kristopher

After the unbearable embarrassment at his dorm, the young man had felt the
need to become much more intimidating. On a whim, he had gotten a large
neck tattoo, a nose ring and ear studs. He had changed his stance to be
more forward leaning and aggressive. Only the glasses remained from his
previous image.

Kristopher was on his way back from having his haircut redone when the Urge
took control. The fearsome jock was at the bus stop. He rose and began to
strip.

There was enough sense left in Kris' head that he walked to the back of the
terminal where no one could see him. Between the bus stop's backside and a
super market's wall, he dropped his gangster-style clothes.

Already fully hard, he didn't touch his dick, letting the Urge do all the
work. Instead he intensified his pleasure by working on his nipples.

Of course, that could have been it, but the Urge wanted more.

No longer in control of his actions, Kris stepped out into the open as a
bus arrived. It was going the opposite direction he needed to go, but that
didn't bother the Urge at all.

Under the shocked stares of passengers, the muscle bound, dangerous looking
jock boarded the bus, proudly displaying his precumming erection.

The driver didn't notice, which may have been caused by a little nudge the
Urge gave him to look the other way.

Soon the doors closed and Kris was standing in the middle of a fairly well
filled bus, pinching his nipples and panting heavily.

The Urge judged this as satisfactory and let the young man cum. Once again,
he shot up onto his glasses, splashing all over his face and chest in the
process.

Under the horrified screams of other passengers, the Urge left. It made
sure the driver was well distracted. Kristopher deserved to ride as many
stations as he wanted. He'd have to go all the way back anyway.



Romeo

It had been a few weeks since his birthday party. It had gone pretty
well. Nobody had said a word about the cake tasting weird. Romeo felt
exhilarated at the concept, even though he had no explanation for what
drove him to such measures.

The school day had just begun when the Urge returned full force. Romeo was
at his locker. He had to undress. Now. But he was surrounded by people.

The blond teen let go of his school supplies and raced off
to... wherever. He just had to find a place to get naked. His dick outline
was unmistakable against his jeans.

After a few seconds that felt like a lifetime, he arrived at the cafeteria
door. It was still several periods until lunch, so the place would be
empty.

Romeo hopped inside and barely checked the surroundings – indeed, it was
empty – before pulling his shirt down. A seam tore before he remembered
he had to pull it *up*. His brain was no longer capable of simple tasks.

In a daze, the boy undressed. Leaving his clothes at the entrance, he
strutted around the place, while enjoying another double-jerk-off. His hand
and the Urge's work rubbed the absurdly large tool toward orgams. His huge
balls swung with every step as he walked from table to table.

His mind was occupied with two things – the need to blow a load and the
question of where to do it. Sure, he could have jizzed on the ground and be
done, but the Urge wanted more.

Lacking anything interesting to do, he wandered from the main cafeteria
into the kitchen area, which was also empty. There were today's
ingredients. Finally a good idea.

But how, he and the Urge both asked, could he make sure that the students
would eat his cum? As the boy neared orgasm, he let go of his dick and
popped the cap off a sour cream bottle. That one would go over all
dishes. What better target?

Romeo groaned much louder than he would ever have dared without the Urge's
influence as he unloaded into the bottle. The amount was utterly
unbelievable. It was like a faucet.

Still trembling from the mind blowing climax, Romeo saw that there was
another bottle of cream. Well, looked like only half the student population
was going to get his treat. It didn't really matter, did it?

It mattered. The Urge wanted more.

Within the blink of an eye, the teen was flooded by erotic shocks like the
first time he had fallen victim. Instead of going down, his erection shook
even harder. A second orgasm approached rapidly.

Romeo popped the cap off the second bottle with shaking hands and moved it
in front of his massive, larger-than-life tool in the same moment he began
to spray his second load.

It was bigger than the first. His knees gave in and the boy dropped down,
sighing loudly as he experienced his first and only instance of a full
double-orgasm.



Blake

No one had seen him, so the ass stretching incident was buried as far as
Blake was concerned. It had taken forever to find his clothes again but by
that point the cum had dried enough to pass for a million other things. It
was in the past.

The muscle twink wanted to put the memory behind him and never deal with
what had happened but the Urge paid him another visit.

He was at the gym, at the cusp of dawn. The place was basically
empty. Therefore, he didn't resist this time. As soon as Blake felt the
need to get naked, he complied. His basketball shorts and tank top dropped
to the floor as did his socks and underwear.

The boy looked at himself in the full length mirror, admiring his beautiful
physique as he masturbated.

Naturally that wasn't all the Urge wanted.

Blake bent down to grab the dumbbells he had just used. He unscrewed the
nuts and dropped all weight plates. What was left was a sizeable stick of
hard metal. On each end it had the big indentations for the nuts and a
thick ring that kept the plates from sliding onto the handle bar.

Compelled by the Urge, Blake spit onto one end over and over until it was
sufficiently wet.

Without further hesitation, the boy bent his knees and pushed his ass
out. Spreading his cheeks with one hand, he positioned the dumbbell bar
with the other.

As he looked his mirror image right in the eyes, he shoved the bar
in. Since the Urge was perfectly capable of keeping skin from breaking
under any circumstances, there was no need to go slow.

The screw thread *demolished* Blake's insides. He got to feel an ass
fucking so intense it would have been lethal for anyone not helped out by a
supernatural entity.

Following his orders, the boy shoved in more and more, until his sphincter
met the screw thread collar. He bent his knees some more, pushed his ass
out further and shoved it in.

With a guttural groan way deeper than his normal voice, Blake got to feel
an inhuman amount of anal stimulation. There was no room for anything else
in his mind.

Then he *really* started fucking himself. The whole bar went in and out
over and over at lightning speed. Pulling out anal beads like starting a
lawn mower could have given someone a pale shadow of what the teen felt in
this moment.

Every bit of stimulation was translated into pleasure. Vaguely, Blake
realized he had an audience now. Some guys had shown up. He could see them
in the mirror. Then his mind fogged again.

The Urge wanted... well, you know the drill.

Blake crouched down and fiddled with the weights. He pushed one plate onto
the end of the bar that stuck out of his hole and screwed it in place.

It was physically impossible to keep the bar in with the added weight, but
the Urge gave Blake's anal muscles the necessary strength.

The teen did squats.

Every time he went up, the bar slipped out past the collar. Every time he
bent down, the bar hit the ground hard enough to drive itself back into his
guts.

Blake cummed into his face and hair. The Urge had learned a lot and could
make the goo even sticker than last time.

While the boy whimpered through his orgasm a man approached his
position. That man was also following the Urge's orders. He grabbed Blake's
clothes while the teen was too busy to notice and carried them off to a
hiding spot.

Finally, the Urge let its victim stand up as straight as possible with the
weight plate between his legs. As it left, it took the enhanced anal muscle
strength with it.

The bar dropped out of Blake's ass at full force just as his final string
of ultra-sticky cum flung itself up onto his chest. Now free of the Urge's
influence he got to feel the impact of the screw tread in all its glory.



Milton

The second visit to the tall hunk happened as he was driving. The Urge let
him pull over. It was the middle of a freeway. Milton undressed before
leaving his car.

Unfortunately, the man wore no tie. Regardless, his clothes were still
formal enough to be a suit. Not that the Urge cared what fabric it left
behind.

Looking into the available materials, Milton produced three ropes from his
trunk. The Urge could certainly work with that.

Already edging the man, it made him walk up to a sign. Doing the same
position as last time was no fun. Therefore, Milton tied himself up
differently.

One knee was raised up high and tied to the sign's pole. There were
convenient holes in the pole to thread the rope through, allowing Milton to
secure his knee up high enough to force himself to stand on the very tips
of his toes with the foot that remained on the ground.

The Urge set up a little something for passing cars. They could look all
they wanted, but would find themselves unable to even think of interfering.

With a second rope, Milton did something similar as with the tie back at
the office. He made sure it was securely slung over the sign above him,
before using the ends. Instead of tying up his wrists, though, he tied one
end around his package.

The other end was tied to the middle of the final rope. That one was for
his wrists, which he tied behind his back with a little help from the Urge.

This way, he had a choice. Either he left his arms hanging normally and
pulled hard on his package, or he gave his dick and balls a rest but
strained his arms to keep the rope lose. All while balancing on one foot's
tip toes.

Hoping it had grown stronger, the Urge issued its command, left and
watched. This time, Milton was masturbated at the edge of orgasm for a full
hour. As he finally covered himself with cum, the area-wide deed wore off,
too, and people were free to interfere again. Before anyone pulled over,
the Urge left. It was satisfied with the outcome.



Interlude

Romeo wanted sex badly. He had been cumming on stuff a lot, including
food. But it just didn't feel as great as fucking a living human being. He
wanted his cum *inside* someone. Not just one things.

Whatever had woken these... these urges inside him, made him want to add
his essence to the inside of a person. Swallowing or unloading into any
other orifice. It didn't matter. Romeo just wanted to really fuck someone
for the first time...



Kristopher couldn't deny it. These days it was basically impossible for him
to cum unless he was seen, or there was at least the danger of getting
caught.

He had found ways to mitigate those unknown urges. The jock had changed his
appearance again, this time less concerned with image and more with sexual
fulfillment.

Kris wore mostly mesh shirts, to show off. He loved the attention. His
underwear drawer had seen its content replaced by mesh thongs and
jockstraps. He didn't bother getting shorts since he knew they wouldn't be
short enough, so he just cut his pants' legs off.

Of course this had made it necessary to look a little more dangerous, just
to keep people from thinking he was an easy target.

He had added tattoos on his right biceps, left forearm, right calves and
shoulder blades. His short mohawk was died blood red. He had also taken to
wearing huge, heavy chains as necklaces.

Still, he wanted to show off more...



Milton's life was all about edging. He wore a vibrating cock ring that kept
him semi hard and raised his cum production to high heavens. He edged for
hours but it wasn't enough. He needed to be restrained in some way.

Totally new to this urge he had difficulties tying himself up. He needed
someone to help him out. Was there a place to meet someone who'd be
interested in that? Should he post an online add? It might be worth a
shot...



Blake went everywhere with a plug up his ass. He had a whole collection of
them by now. His fingers hadn't been enough anymore. But he knew what he
*really* needed was a living dick.

How did he know that? He had never before thought about men in an erotic
way. It seemed so obvious now. Blake was intimidated by the realization and
kept wondering if he should pursue the idea.

Every time he felt the plug's insufficient stimulation – at home, at
school, at a friend's place, at the arcade, at the gym... – he became a
little less scared and a bit more driven. There was this new urge in him to
find a dick to get up his ass. It only had to be big enough to satisfy
him...



Kristopher

When the Urge took over, Kris was surrounded by people. The intruder didn't
bother to check the situation just yet. Exhibitionism was the theme after
all. It just made the young man undress on the spot.

Once Kris was nude and leaking precum, the Urge took a look around. He was
in a lecture hall but no presenter was present. Under the eyes of a hundred
students Kris walked to the front desk, jerking off slowly.

There were a lot of people present but the Urge... Oh, the Urge wanted so
much more.

Luckily there was a camera. Its purpose was to make HD recordings of the
lecture for later viewing and also serve as a live stream for students who
didn't come to the classroom.

The marvel of technology turned on and began to send. Of course, the
educational institution was going to delete the recoding as soon as it saw
what was going on, but it would have made its way onto several hard drives
by then, for sure.

Kris grinned dumbly at the audience and camera before hopping onto the
desk. He flexed his mighty muscles under the chuckling and booing of his
classmates. Then the young man dropped on his back, spread his legs and
shoved two barely spit laced fingers in his hole. No reason not to bring a
little bit of Blake in there.

He jerked off faster and moaned without holding anything back.

Since he was definitely going to get expelled, the Urge wanted to make it
as expel-worthy as possible.

Kristopher began to talk loudly. "Oh yeah, I love fucking my ass
hole. F-fuck. The finger banging is fun enough when I can't find a dick to
ride. I'm gonna cum soon with all that anal stimulation. Oh yeah, fuck
yeah. Here it comes. My huge load of man juice. Fuck
yeah. Fuck. Yeah. Fuuuuuuuuck."

Ten orgasms' worth of cum sprayed from his dick and covered his muscled
body like paint splatters. His glasses were comparatively spared this time,
but jizzed on anyway.

Feeling like the deed was done – although unusually Blake-y in nature
this time –, the Urge turned off the camera and left, just as the
lecturer walked in.



Romeo

It was late at night when the Urge returned. Romeo woke up as his dick
rapidly stiffened, just before his mind became too clouded to appreciate
the situation.

Already naked, the teen got up and double-jerked for a minute. Meanwhile
the Urge roamed his memory to figure out where to cum.

Romeo slipped out of his room and snuck to the other end of the
corridor. The guest room was unlocked. Originally it had belonged to his
older brother, before that one had moved to college. He was back for a week
now, sleeping in his old room.

The Urge's victim entered the place and kept jerking off as he looked at
the older one who looked quite similar to himself.

As the orgasm neared, Romeo stepped up to the bed and held his max-sized
tool over his brother's face.

The Urge wanted a little more if it could have that. And it could.

Romeo grabbed his brother's jaw and pulled it to open the sleeper's
mouth. He positioned the tip of his dick right at the lips and moaned
softly. He was aware enough to try not to wake the older one.

He fired a huge load directly onto his brother's tongue. The streams seemed
never ending. Eventually, though, it was over.

No, the Urge still wanted a tiny bit more.

Once again, Romeo's sex drive grew instead of weakened from cumming and he
found himself close to a second orgasm. Prompted by the Urge – who kept
the older one well asleep – the boy climbed onto the bed and knelt above
the sleeper with his legs left and right of his head.

He didn't just cum into his brother's mouth. He came into his
*throat*. Romeo shoved his massive dick as far down the esophagus as it
would go. Despite the violent gagging, the brother remained in slumber as
his body shook.

Romeo planted his load deep inside the older boy and pulled back out. A
single shot of cum hung from his dick hole to the lip of his brother,
Romeo's dick still hovering over the sleeping face.

The Urge left and in the second its influence was gone, the older brother
woke up. The Urge considered the night a great success.



Blake

He still had his ass plugged. One of his friends was celebrating 18th
birthday. The muscle twink forgot his worries for an evening and just
worked on getting a light buzz.

For all the weird things that had happened to Blake, no one he knew about
them or had seen him do it. Therefore it didn't even really count.

The Urge read his mind and was quite displeased. It didn't normally care
about such things but the total disregard... the acting as if all the hard
work didn't matter...

Apparently it would take a bigger show.

Blake walked out into the garden where most people where. Loud music,
grilled hot dogs, red cups. A typical, almost picturesque party.

The boy downed the rest of his beer and stripped. That wasn't much of a
shock to anyone. Most people there were buzzed and everyone knew sometimes
a guy went streaking. No big deal.

Then Blake pulled his plug out. That got him some laughter and a lot more
looks. He sat down on the drinks table and raised his legs high. The teen
grabbed a beer bottle, hit its cap off at the table's edge like a pro and
raised his hips up.

Blake poured the whole beer into his greedy ass hole.

By that point, everybody was watching. He reached over, grabbed a bottle of
vodka and opened it with the same parlor trick worthy motion. Then he
emptied the whole bottle into his guts. He didn't spill a single drop,
making it all go into his intestines.

While precum dripped onto his face from his pulsing, self-jerking erection,
the boy grabbed a liter of rum and did his little magic trick a third time.

He might have learned his lesson – the lesson being that he was royally
fucked and the Urge ruled his life – but of course the visitor wanted
what it always wanted. More.

Once the last drop of liquid left the liter bottle, Blake turned it
around. With nothing but a soft moan, he shoved it into himself. It should
have totally split him in halves but all that happened to his body was a
biologically impossible stretching, letting everyone see, by the bottle
outline on his abs, how deep the intrusion was.

As this went on, the Urge did a little prodding to make other guests hide
Blake's clothes.

Going slow, but steady, the teen drove the entire bottle into his insides
until only the neck was visible. He grabbed that part with both hands and
fucked himself with such speed and brutality that the phone videos of the
event would later only show a blur.

The roaring laughter of his schoolmates and their friends almost drowned
out Blake's cries of pleasure.

As he cummed, he clenched hard with his entire guts and the bottle launched
out of his anal cavity like a rocket. The crowd screamed as the item came
flying down again and shattered on the ground.

Meanwhile Blake got a face full of cum that wouldn't wash off and wouldn't
dry either. The Urge was fairly confident the effect would last through the
night.



Milton

The Urge was happy to see that Milton had prepared himself. There were zip
ties in his car in addition to the ropes. Certainly, he had hoped to get
another visit.

Once the tall man had pulled over, the Urge surveyed the area. This time it
was the inside of a city. Milton got out and began to strip. There was a
convenient traffic island where he would be in plain view of dozens or
hundreds of cars.

Exhibitionism wasn't really the point but why not add it?

Milton got rid of his clothes, making sure he couldn't find them again and
made his way across the street onto the island in the middle of a
roundabout.

He wrapped three zip ties around each wrist and ankle individually as a
basis for what was to come. Meanwhile, the Urge produced the strongest
repellant it could muster. People could watch – and they *would* watch
– but no one was going to interfere.

He only needed a single rope. It went over the only pole, in the center of
the island. One end was tied to his package again, but from the back this
time.

The other end became an inflexible noose and went around his neck.

With a little supernatural help, Milton managed to zip tie the basic ones
together. Left wrist and ankle were connected to each other, as were the
right ones. Being `on all fours' in this way meant that the rope was taut.

The rope didn't fully cut off his breath but enough to make him dizzy and
panicky. It also pulled painfully on his dick and balls as intended. The
only way to escape was to raise his ass and head in a way that arched his
back too much to hold the position for too long. All the while Milton had
to stay on his toes.

Satisfied, the Urge left and observed for how long the command would last
this time. Milton's dick jerked itself off, tethering along the edge of
climax.

Eventually, the Urge lost interest. It had gotten boring to watch the
struggle. There were new victims to be found.



One Year Later

It had been an unusual way to meet and they hadn't believed it would turn
into anything substantial. But the moment Romeo had seen the video of Blake
bottle fucking himself on Romeo's cousin's party, he had felt the need to
find out who that guy was.

As it turned out, they hit it off fantastically. Blake loved the big dick
and Romeo loved the endless bareback fucking. Blake quickly learned to
swallow the load every now and then instead of letting it shoot up his
guts. He didn't care for the cum, he wanted the dicking down.

What had begun as fuck buddies had turned into two boys enjoying each
other's company in general, then into friendship, then into a
relationship. It sometimes felt as if their sexual urges were made for each
other.

With their scholastic careers coming to a close it was time to think about
the future. Should they move in together? No obvious option came to mind...



Kristopher liked to be seen. Sometimes being naked was what he needed,
sometimes wearing gear made it more sensual. Ever since the day he had been
kicked out of higher education, he had felt a strange new need to derive
pleasure from his ass hole. What had even happened on that day?

Well, it didn't matter now. He had found someone's dick to ride and expose
himself with. Milton loved to be tied down in creative, painful positions
and have his dick ridden for hours.

Kris could get off anally and Milton could delay orgasm indefinitely. They
had nights full of fun.

For some reason Milton had also discovered an exhibitionist streak since a
certain day on a circular intersection. Together the two big man liked to
show off their fuck skills.

With decent notoriety in the scene they had gotten their first offer by a
porn company. Really, it seemed like the logical next step. Money was
tight...



Another Year Later

Getting roommates had been a clear choice since it saved money, but getting
guys who got along with their... activities had proved to be difficult.

Eventually Kris and Milton had found a nice couple who were just as sex
crazed as they were themselves. It didn't take long to draw them into
making porn.

While Kris and Milton spend their free time showing off their bodies and
having sex, the other couple – Romeo and Blake – did pretty much the
same. The difference was in the details.

The former pair made liberal use of gear, edged a lot, liked having an
audience and preferably fucked outdoors. The latter one was all about doing
anal and cumming as often as possible.

Over time they got to know each other outside their sexual interests and
developed a satisfying four way friendship. Each of them had gone through a
few weird events a while back, but in the end it had all worked out for the
better. They had only needed to give in... to the Urge.