The Warkies

"How about sushi?" James was buried in his phone as he was walking next to his coworker. They were looking for somewhere to eat, but Antoine was being difficult and James didn't know the area. He'd just joined the company and had to move pretty far away from home to work there. But the pay was good.

"Nah," Antoine dismissed. "Let's just get a sandwich. This place is really good." He pointed up at the sign and walked in before James could say anything.

James followed closely behind and ordered something for himself. He didn't know what he wanted and just went with the classic. There was plenty of meat, cheese, lettuce and tomato packed between the two freshly baked loaves of bread. The man behind the counter barely said anything other than asking for James' name. However, James couldn't help but stare at the man. He was one of the biggest guys James had ever seen. Packed with all kinds of muscle that barely fit in the dark green polo and khaki pants. But what really caught him off guard was the fiery amber eyes.

James placed his order and waited quietly next to Antoine. The senior accounting director seemed to know everything and didn't take any nonsense from anyone. Another man, far more average in size and stature called for Antoine's name and then James'. Antoine got his sandwich and he was already walking out the door. "C'mon..." he growled.

"But... Aren't we going to eat here?"

"Hell no. You see how often they clean these tables?"

James had not, but he figured it must have been pretty bad if Antoine didn't want to even sit at one. They started walking back down the way they came. To James, the city had always been larger than life. Even now, he didn't know what to expect from everything around him. Everyone always looked so busy and things moved so fast, he wondered if he could keep up. Even after the few weeks, James would catch himself looking up at the buildings wondering how they could make them so tall.

It was to his detriment as he wasn't looking where he was going. And he barely even realized when he'd bumped into someone. People were a bit more cold, unwilling to acknowledge that he was there.

"Hey you worthless pieces of shit! Watch where you're going!" Antoine shouted. He’d grabbed James by the collar and pulled him a bit harder than he should have but still James had walked into someone again.

James stood back up brushing himself off. "It's okay. It was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." However, when he stood up fully he was able to get a look at who he'd bumped into. They were probably some of the smallest men he'd ever seen in his life. Even if they were homeless, they looked to barely even be 5 feet tall and if they were lucky over 80 pounds. The holes in their clothes showed off their pale skin and James could count each individual rib.

"Oh for fuck sake. Don't apologize to them," Antoine barked as he grabbed James' hand and pulled. "Go die in a hole!"

"Hey! What's all that about!?" James pulled away. The people where he grew up always said city folk were awfully rude, but this seemed extreme. "Look at them. They're starving."

"Good. Let 'em."

"That's harsh! Even for you!"

Antoine felt himself get offended. "Even for me?" he muttered, pointing at himself. "The fuck is wrong with you? Those are fucking Warkies."

"Warkies?"

“For the love of…” Antoine’s hand slapped his face and slid down. “I know you’re a country bumpkin an’ all but come on! You have to know what they are…”

“Uhh… Can’t say that I do,” James said. He was already opening the bag and pulling out his sandwich.

“Don’t fucking--! GAH!”

But James had already put his sandwich out in front of him. One of the Warkies cautiously stepped forward. His eyes were drifting between James and the sandwich. Drool dripped out of the sides of his mouth. Slowly his hands reached out and grabbed it. Snatching it from James and scurrying back to the alleyway that they’d been in.

James took a few steps back to see what was going on. The two Warkies had tore at the sandwich, throwing away everything except the meat. And they ate it like crazy. Their sharp teeth tore through the slow roasted ham and turkey.

“Great… Now they’ll never leave. Thanks,” Antoine groaned.

“What? They looked like they were starving.”

“Of course they’re starving! They eat like a cow a day. Literally! These two not so much. Obviously. But their bodies burn through protein like no other. Even if they’re poorly trained and fed, they’ll grow to 6’5” and weigh well over 200 pounds of good solid muscle. I don’t even want to think about how big the military got them before they broke free…”

“They were part of the military?!”

“You really are a country bumpkin…” Antoine shook his head. “That was national news. And now there’s new ones that pop up here and there. Don’t really know where they’re still coming from. Though I do hear they can fuck all day. Why do you think I don’t like eating there? They’ve got the best meat in town. But I ain’t about to test how clean the restaurant is.” Antoine stopped speaking as one of them was looking at James with his wide amber eyes. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a little pet.”

James didn’t appreciate the strong slap to his back. He shook his head. “I’m sorry. That was my lunch. I don’t have anymore.” It stared at him, twisting his head. He still looked like he was starving.

“Quit acting like it’s human. C’mon we’ve got to get back to work.”

“Sorry!” James shouted back as he tried to catch up with Antoine.  There was an obvious shake of his head. But James ignored it. He had something else to focus on. ‘What are Warkies?’ even if he was at work, he still went through and Googled it. There was no way he was going to ask people. Not after the way Antoine acted.

Searching through the cold dark internet, he hoped he’d at least get a bit better of a picture of what they were. Most websites seemed to call them parasites. While others seemed to treat them like pets. But it was weird because of how human they looked. Well the healthy ones looked like absolute giants of even the largest of men. But besides that, it would be near impossible to tell that they weren’t. Other than the amber color of their eyes. The vibrant reddish orange color shined brightly, drawing James in even more. He couldn’t believe how beautiful they looked.

“You know,” Antoine stood behind James' desk, “looking up porn on company computers is strictly prohibited…”

“Porn?” James’ head spun as he realized that the picture of the Warkie was completely naked and his massive cock was hanging between his legs. “Shit! That’s not what I was doing! I swear!”

“Shhhh… I’m only joking,” Antoine muttered. “But seriously. Leave it. You don’t want to mess with shit like that. It’s only bad news.”

James nodded. He didn’t feel like he really knew what they were. Though, his mind still stayed on them for the rest of the day. Even as he was walking home he felt like he should have done something more than what he had. But how much more could he do than give them a free lunch. A lunch that he no longer had as well. His stomach grumbled as he waited for his bus ride back to his apartment.

“Sup?” a guy sat down next to him and tilted his head back.

“Sup?” James was a bit confused. Since he moved into the city, not very many people were that social with him. Usually it was because they wanted something. And that didn’t seem to any different this time.

“You got any money?”

“Uhh… No. I don’t really carry cash with me anymore,” James lied.

“Then just give me your wallet.” The shine of a knife made James freeze. He couldn't move. "That wasn't a question."

"I-I-I…" James stammered as he didn't know what to do. Everything around him stopped moving as his focus was solely on the knife.

“Just give me your fucking wallet,” the man growled.

“N-no,” James made out. “It’s got all my IDs in it. I can’t do that.”

“Like I give a shit,” the man lunged forward and somehow James’ body reacted to jumping back.

Adrenaline rushed through his body. ‘RUN!’ he shouted in his head. His feet just barely started moving. But of course the only place he went was down into an alley. Walls on both sides of him and then his back as well.

“Just make this easy bud. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

“Doesn’t look that way…”

The man with the knife rolled his eyes. “Don’t think you’re in much of a position to decide--” He was cut off by something jumping on his back. “What the Hell!? He shouted. His body swung back and forth trying to shake off the little demon that was trying to get a grip around his neck. He swung the knife around wildly but couldn’t quite make a connection. “Get-- off!”

It came out as just gasps for air. The wild swinging of his body was slowing down and the life in his eyes dwindled as he dropped to his knees and then the floor. He laid there limp. James stared a bit dumbfounded at what he was looking at. The small little Warkie he’d given his lunch to must have been following him. And his little friend was behind him.

“Hey…” James lifted his hand to wave. The two stared blankly at him. “Thanks. I don’t know what would have if you…” He stopped and looked over his little savior. “Shit! You’re bleeding! Damn it! Damn it!” he ran back to his briefcase and pulled out some napkins to pat it down. “This sucks… What do I do? What do I do?”

That’s when the bus had arrived. People were getting off and he needed to get on. “GAH!” he shouted to the air. “Come on. You too,” he pulled at the two Warkies and pushed them onto the bus. The driver gave him a suspicious side eye but didn’t say anything. “Sit,” he commanded them and the two Warkies obeyed.

They rode all the way back to his apartment. Both stared up at him with their amber eyes. There was an innocence to them that James just couldn’t tell why people would hate them so much. But then again maybe he was just feeling that way because one of them had just saved his life.

When he got inside, he told them to sit on the couch. He went to the closet to get some alcohol and then pulled away the napkins. “Shit…” he groaned at the cut. Blood had already seeped through the napkins. James went and grabbed a rag and put some of the alcohol on it. The Warkie grimace and showed his teeth. “Shhh… It’s okay,” James blew gently on the cut. “It’s okay. This is going to make it feel better.”

The Warkie calmed down while his smaller friend leaned up against him. “Sorry… You’ll have to hold it there. I don’t have any bandages big enough to cover it up. Let’s get some dinner and then I’ll go out and get some. Okay?”

The two nodded as though they knew what he was talking about. Even if the internet said they couldn’t really speak, their language comprehension seemed to be a lot higher than anyone online had given them credit for. “Alright!” James clapped his hands trying to break the tension. “Dinner… It said you only liked meat… So…” He went through his freezer finding some frozen hamburgers he’d meant to be making for himself instead of going out to eat.

They still fried up pretty well on the pan as he heated them up. The smell of the cooking meat brought the two Warkies into the kitchen. Their mouths watered as the steam lifted off the burgers and into the air. Their amber eyes looking at the skillet, but still waiting patiently.

“Good boys,” James said. He patted the smaller one on the head, still unsure how he was supposed to treat them. They looked so human and even acted like it a bit. Though, their sharper teeth and eyes were the only thing that really made them look any different. That and being so small.

James by no means was a big guy. At 5’7” he barely felt like he came up to most the other guys shoulders in the office. But that could have been more because of his poor posture and less than outgoing self. Being in a new place was hard. He didn’t know anyone here and everyone seemed so annoyed if he ever even looked at them. But these ‘Warkies’ they didn’t act like that. They seemed to want to be around him. That might have been more because of the food he was cooking up.

“Dinner’s done,” James said as he plated the three burgers. They were absolutely ravished as soon as the plates hit the table, they grabbed them and started tearing into the meat. There was no stopping them as they finished off the burger. Then, before James even realized it, the bigger of the two had grabbed his burger as well and started eating that too. “Hey!”

The Warkie stopped and looked up at him with wide eyes. A bit of shame was hidden in there. “It’s fine…” James relented. “But you’ll need some manners. And some clothes…” It was the first time that James realized that they were in pretty much rags. Shirts that were at least 4 sizes too big for them and still somehow stretched out with holes in them. “Yeah. You’ll need some new clothes too…”

The smaller of the Warkie walked over to him with more of the frozen patties. He bit into them but they wouldn’t break. “You want more?” The Warkie nodded and the second came back to attention as well. “Ok… But you can’t eat mine this time. Got it?” The bigger one nodded. “Good.”

James wondered if they actually weren’t just human. They sure as Hell seemed like it. He knew he’d need to do more research. But he couldn’t believe that they could grow as big as they said online. These two were even shorter than him. And their ribs were practically showing. Apart from the large amount of energy they seemed to have, he wasn’t sure if there were different types or what.

He mulled it over as he ate his burger. The Warkies had finished their just as quickly as they had the first time. Their eyes were on his, but also flashing back to the still frozen ones. “Still?” They nodded. “Oh man… Where are you hiding it all?” But the realization that they probably hadn’t eaten much in days was starting to dawn on him. “I don’t want to get you sick so we’ll wait a little bit okay?”

The two nodded. “Let’s look at that knife wound though,” the bigger of the two lifted up his arm with the rag on it and showed James. “Wait… This can’t be right…” Even if it wasn’t that deep of a cut, there couldn’t have been nothing there. Not even a scab. Dried blood was still on the rag and his arm, but any indication of a wound was completely absent. It looked more like he just spilt ketchup on himself rather than gotten stabbed.

“This is the arm that got cut?” James asked. The Warkie nodded. “Sheesh! I really need to learn more about you…” He looked over the two and realized that he was still treating them like he didn’t know them. “You need a name.” The two seemed excited over the idea. They nearly tackled him as he said it. “Calm down… Calm down. You can be Hunter,” he pointed at the bigger one, “and you’ll be Rosco.”

The two jumped on him again, trying their best to show their excitement. Little yips and yaps came out of their mouths as they padded their hands against his body. “You like that?” James asked. “How about some new clothes too?”

He led them to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Dirt seemed to have been caked onto their bodies. James started to wonder how old they were. They looked to be about a human in their 20’s. One that was poorly fed and on the brink of starvation, but still in their 20’s. “How long do you live?” he wondered as he scrubbed the dirt off their bodies. Rosco seemed to like the sensation a lot more than Hunter. He leaned into the cleaning and it wasn’t until he helped that Hunter started to at least act like he wanted to be cleaned. Though that didn’t remove the constant frown on his face as the water was sprayed on his body to wash all the soap off of him.

James took them back to his bedroom and picked out some of his old clothes. It wasn’t anything fashionable or stylish, but it was at least something they could wear. Even if it were a size too large for them. It was far better than the 3 or 4 sizes their other clothes had been. And he wondered if they’d just grow into it.

Antoine had been so adamant that they were supposed to become giants, but if they’d been starved for so long, then would they still grow like that. Every picture he found online was just like Antoine had said, but these two were way too small. There was no way that could happen.

James brushed off the warning. “So are you two ready for another burger?” The two Warkies jumped up and nearly tackled him again. “Calm down! Down! Jesus! I don’t think I can handle you two if you get any bigger…”

The two stared at each other and then tried their best to contain themselves. They followed James back to the kitchen and watched him cook their burgers. They still ate like they were animals, but at least they didn’t ask for more. Looking in his freezer, James could see he would need more food. And then he figured he’d have to start buying a lot more meat.

After they finished he went back to his room and changed into his pajamas. “Alright. Time for bed,” he said. They looked at each other and then him. “Oh right… You don’t have a bed… I guess… I guess for tonight you can sleep with me.” Hunter and Rosco followed him back to his bed and crawled up into it. Rosco snuggled up next to Hunter and looked so peaceful.

James stared at the ceiling a little bit before trying to fall asleep. ‘Was this what it was like to have a family?’ he wondered as he closed his eyes.

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It felt so weird for James to wake up with someone holding him. Hunter seemed to have cozied on up to his backside and was gripping him rather tightly. James struggled to get out but it only made the grip around his body tighten. Despite being so small, the Warkie had a lot of strength.

“C’mon…” James struggled a bit more. His struggle seemed to have woken something up in the Warkie holding him tightly. He could feel the hard dick running up his back and a wet sensation running through his nightshirt. “Shit!” The feeling spooked him and allowed James enough strength to break the hold. He jumped to his feet and turned around.

Rosco and Hunter quickly jumped to attention. The fast movement was obviously not normal. They stared at James with their fists planted into the sheets. Hunter’s dick was still dripping with pre as he looked around the room for some kind of threat.

Slowly James came down from the rush of fear. His eyes. Trained on their legs. The two Wakies must have kicked off their shorts and underwear he’d put on them and were freeballing it. But then James realized his dick was still leaking. “Not on the bed!” he shooed the two Warkies off trying to save his sheets.

The two quickly jumped off the bed and stood up. James went down to the sheets with a tissue trying to get it up. “Shoot…” he groaned as the mess was already seeping into the sheets. “What am I going to do with you two…” His eyes glanced over at the two with a glare, but they didn’t seem to understand the problem. James went back to the sheets. He leaned in real close to smell them.

To his surprise it wasn’t that bad. Almost good. His nose really liked the scent. And his mind was quick to follow. He almost felt high as he sniffed it again. His tongue rolled out of his mouth and slid across the sheets. James’ body moaned at the sensation. Something deep inside him was turning him on. But the moment he tasted sheets again he jumped up.

“What am I doing?!” James said to himself. Even if he was all by himself, he felt mortified. More so, when he looked at Hunter and Rosco currently sporting boners of their own. “Stop that,” he swatted at the two, trying to subdue his own primal urges. They didn’t seem to understand what they had done wrong. “I’m sorry,” James apologized. “I just don’t know what to do with you yet…”

The two looked at him with concern in their eyes. It made him feel all the worse for trying to punish them. “Alright… I get it. But I also need to go to work. I’ll bring you back some meat when I’m coming home. Alright?”

The two nodded. They looked to understand exactly like they knew what he was saying. James shook his head. ‘They’re supposed to be like pets… Aren’t they?’ But seeing the light in their eyes, he couldn’t help but feel like they knew more than they were letting on. That had other plans.

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The bus ride to work was always awful. James still couldn’t get used to the smell of the city or how it seemed to permeate everywhere that he went. And that didn’t include how isolated he felt either. There were people all around him, yet even looking at someone with a smile seemed to be taken as some sort of challenge. He learned to reserve himself.

Though, it wasn’t all bad. He had someone like Antoine to help him out. Antoine had seen him as some country bumpkin who clearly was in over his head. He took James under his wing and tried to get him more adjusted to the city. But even so, he didn’t expect the man to be standing behind. “That doesn’t look like work…”

James nearly lept out of his chair. “I… I… I…” he stammered trying to explain away the image currently on screen. There hadn’t been any time to get information at home. So he was going through some of the websites he’d seen the day before. But of course most were biological in nature and had completely nude pictures of what Warkies could grow into. And James had no idea how to explain away the massive nude man on his screen.

“You what..?” Antoine leaned closer to verify what he was looking at. “You know perfectly--” he cut himself off realizing that it wasn’t just a naked man. His playful tone quickly shifted. “What the fuck,” it was a whisper, but the amount of anger in his voice could probably be heard in the four cubicles around them. “What are you looking at Warkies for?”

“I… I kind of…”

“You didn’t,” Antoine’s eyes furrowed. “Don’t tell me…”

“I… Uhhh… Yeah, ummm… I kind of adopted the two.”

“T-t-two?!” Antoine’s body stood straight up. But it took everything he had not to shout. “One’s bad enough! But you got two!?”

“Uhhh… Yeah,” James shrunk himself down as much as he could. He felt cornered. “It was yesterday. When I was waiting for the bus. Someone tried to mug me, but they uhhh… Saved me. So I took them home and tried to bandage them up. But they weren’t hurt at all.”

“Of course they weren’t! They’re Warkies!” Antoine hissed. “Jesus dude…” His anger was starting to simmer again. That didn’t mean it had gone anywhere. “I get that you’re not from around here, but come on. Didn’t anyone at least teach you not to mess with strangers?”

“I mean… Yeah, but they saved me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You need to get rid of them. Take them on a long road trip and throw a ball or something. I don’t care what you do. Just get rid of them.”

“But why?” James didn’t understand. Antoine was never this hysterical. He usually held a calm head and had never blown up like this.

Antoine let out a heavy amount of air through his nose. “Just bad things man. I don’t know all the details, but people seem to change after interacting with them for a long period of time.” He let out a long sigh. “Just get rid of them.”

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James didn’t know what to think. How could he possibly just get rid of them? They were living creatures. Right? Just putting them outside would mean they’d have to fend for themselves again. And James didn’t want to let that happen. He put the keys into his locked door.

A strong smell hit his nose. He didn’t know what it was but it smelled so familiar. A sweet but very pungent smell. James walked closer to it. It seemed to be calling out to him. Making him feel more comfortable. But what was it?

“Rosco? Hunter?” he called out in his apartment. But there wasn’t an answer. James looked in the kitchen. Not there. Only the empty box of hamburgers on the floor. Maybe the living room? No, not there either. The pillows were thrown on the floor. Same with the magazines on his coffee table. But nothing too out of the ordinary. He’d have to tell them to be more careful.

He went into his bedroom. The door was only cracked open. There was that smell. Stronger than ever. “Rosco? Hunter? What are--”

James stopped. Unsure what he was looking at. Rosco was down on his hands and knees as Hunter was fucking him. “What the!?” James’s surprise finally dwindled away. But he didn’t know what to do. “Hey!”

Hunter looked over at him. Rosco’s face was buried in the rug beneath him. His face in pure ecstasy as Hunter pushed his cock all the way inside. “Home,” Hunter said. It was a bit off but definitely english.

“Yeah. I’m home,” James said.

“Good. Happy,” Hunter said. He pulled himself out of Rosco’s anus. Rosco’s body slid down onto the rug. He went limp, but had a distinct amount of pleasure on his drooling face. However, it wasn’t long before James’ attention turned back to Hunter. Or rather, the log between his legs. “Down.”

James almost felt his knees buckle at the command. “Wha-at?” the confusion was the only thing keeping him on his two feet. “What’s going on?”

Hunter started walking over to him. With each step, that smell got even stronger. James’ mind slowly started to fade. He couldn’t feel himself think. “Bad.” Hunter swatted at James with his two fingers on the nose. “Down.”

Instantly, James went down to his knees. His hands planted firmly on the ground. Mouth opened wide. “Good,” Hunter’s hand ran around James’ soft features of his face and through the messy brown hair. Slowly he slid his cock into the other man’s mouth.

To James’ surprise he could take it. He was by no means a sword swallower, but feeling the long thick cock slide down into his throat felt absolutely amazing. The taste hit his tongue and he let out a long pleasurable moan. Hunter seemed to really enjoy it, letting out a loud moan of his own. His fingers tightened in James’ hair.

Hunter’s cock dripped pre down into James’ belly. “Good…” he moaned. Slowly he started thrusting. James’ throat relaxed as he felt the cock sliding in and out of him. The weird sensation somehow filled him with his own pleasure as he pawed at his own crotch. It had hardened. And with each thrust, he could feel it throb with excitement. Something deep down inside him was crying out.

“Good,” Hunter cried out again. “Good! Good!” With a few more thrusts he finished inside James’ throat.

James barely seemed to recognize something had happened. He felt the cock slide out of him, then heard a rumble. “Hungry,” Hunter said. “Want meat.” And James couldn’t agree more, he really was craving some meat.

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James didn’t expect to be waking up with arms around him again. His body seemed to enjoy the sensation and he wiggled himself deeper into the embrace. “What are you doing!?” he jumped at the sensation and looked around to see Hunter and Rosco lying in bed with him again. Hunter seemed to have been spooning him while Rosco tried to get in on the action as well.

Slowly they started to stir. “Morning?” Hunter sounded groggy and tired.

It made sense. Even if James couldn’t clearly remember the night before, he felt like after they had dinner, Hunter had been messing around with Rosco most of the night. But James couldn’t quite remember what happened before. His cock started to harden.

Rosco crawled up to him and sniffed his crotch. His long tongue rolled out of his mouth and gave it a lick through the underwear.

“EEE!” James’ body stiffened. He couldn’t believe what was going on. More so that he enjoyed it. He quickly jumped back. But the wet spot in his underwear only seemed to be growing. “Don’t… Don’t do that,” he panted. Though, his cock was still growing hard.

“Later?” Hunter asked. “Work. Now.”

“Yeah. I have work now,” James answered. He looked over Hunter and Rosco. “Are you… Are you bigger?” It was hard to believe. It had only been a full day and their ribs weren’t showing anymore. If anything they almost looked a little buff. There was a nice lean build on their arms, with a thin waist. Even a few abs starting to poke out of their flat stomachs.

“Bigger?” Hunter tilted his head. He thrust his hips forwards with a huge smile on his face. “Bigger!” His cock hardened and there was that smell again. James felt his mind start to soften. The smell was calling to him as he saw Hunter’s pre drip onto his sheets.

“Cut it out!” he slapped his face, trying to get a hold of himself. “I have to go to work.”

“Work now. Play later?” Hunter said.

James felt himself nod in approval. “Uh-huh.”

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“Did you get rid of them?” Antoine’s head appeared over his cubicle.

James felt his body stiffen. Every bit of his body. “Uhhh… No.”

“What?!” Antoine invaded James’ space again. “You have to. Okay?”

“Why?” James shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He tried his best not to show off his boner, but wondered just how much of it could actually be seen in his black pants. It could only hide so much and he didn’t want Antoine to see.

“Just because… Because people always seem a bit different once they’re around them. Okay?” Antoine said.

“I’m not going to be any different,” James said. “Promise.”

Antoine shook his head. “Just think about it. Please…”

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James tried to think about what Antoine had told him. It just didn’t sit right with him. Even if he could barely remember the night before, he still knew that he enjoyed it. Something about it was still buzzing in his mind and he enjoyed it.

And that feeling just wouldn’t shake out of him. Even while he was at work, he was drifting back to thoughts about Hunter and sometimes even Rosco. There was something almost alluring about them. They just turned him on. Even while he was buying meat for their next couple of meals, he had unconsciously swatted at his erection.

He tried to ignore it as he rode the bus back home. “I’m not going to change…” he told himself.

However, even outside his apartment, he could smell the smell of sweat and sex. It wasn’t too strong. But the moment he stepped up to his door, his dick grew rock hard. A daze started to set in as he turned the key. “Rosco! Hunter!” he called for the two and they instantly came running to the front door.

It caught James by surprise. They suddenly looked completely different. Somehow even bigger. But the moment Hunter’s lips touched James’, he didn’t seem to notice that he was being looked down on. “Play,” he smiled.

“Play,” James repeated.

A devious chuckle echoed out of Hunter’s throat as he leaned in for another kiss. James was starting to be able to keep up. At least more than he had been. He’d learned that it was easier to follow Hunter’s lead. To let him decide where his tongue would go while his strong hands ran up and down James’ body.

Something about it felt so good. His touch was soft but forceful. Before James’ knew it, he was on his back in his bed. The soft sheets brought him out of the daze for the second. He finally got a good look at Hunter. He was bigger. Everywhere. It was strange to see that he was still looking stronger.

“Have you..? Have you been working out?” James uttered.

A proud grin flashed on his face as he flexed his arm into the air. “Gym,” he leaned his larger body down, sliding his fingers across James’ thinner body. At some point the buttons of his shirt had come undone, exposing his thin belly. Those thick fingers ran against his sensitive skin.

“Ohh…” James felt his whole body moan at the sensation. He loved feeling the hands hold him down. “But… But what do you wear?”

“Wear?” Hunter looked at Rosco for some kind of answer. He was just as confused. His body was buff, but more in a sleek kind of way. The muscles running up and down his arms were slender but strong. His chest didn’t bulge nearly as much as Hunter’s but there was clearly some work done there. And those abs. It was clearly his favorite part to work out. They fit perfectly on his thinner waist.

“Wear?” Rosco played with the clothes James was only partially wearing after he'd been stripping them.

“Yes wear,” James said. “When you leave this apartment, you need to have something on. I don’t mind seeing you guys like this, but you can’t go running around in public without any clothes on. Even if it’s still the gym downstairs. Okay?”

“Okay!” Hunter cheered. He pressed his body back down onto James’. “But play now.”

A deep red filled his face. Blood was rushing everywhere other than his brain. He could smell that strange smell. It filled his nose. “P-play…” he moaned as Hunter smiled right up next to his face. “Yes… Play…”

“Play,” Hunter said again as he flipped James’ small body over on the bed. He pressed the smaller man’s head against the pillow and lined himself up. With his ass high up into the air, it was easy to see the tight asshole for his taking. Even though he’d entered it several times the night before, it still was rather tight.

Pre dripped from his cock. “Oooo…” James’ moaned. The cool sensation ran down his asshole. He could feel it working him up.

“Good…” Hunter growled in his ear. “Feel good…”

“Good… Feel good…” James repeated back.

A devious smirk appeared on Hunter’s face as he pressed his cock into the asshole. It seemed to open up around him. Even though it was rather tight, it was sliding open. “Good. Be good boy,” Hunter ordered.

“Good boy…”

“Yes, good boy. Good boy gets treats.” He plunged deeper into his asshole.

“Go-ood bo-oys… Ge-t treeats,” James moaned back. The cock filled his insides but he loved it. The slight pain was overtaken by the pleasure. Moreso as Rosco started to lick James’ cock as well. The dual sensation made it impossible to think as the two worked him over.

Hunter’s rhythmic pressure with Rosco’s gentle sucking took him to a different world from both ends. Each second was like a lifetime of euphoria. He couldn’t think about anything else. His body craved their attention and didn’t want it to stop.

But then he came. His mind went blank as the seed exited his body.

Still, the night was young. And Hunter didn’t show any signs of stopping.

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James’ woke up sandwiched between Rosco and Hunter. Hunter was cradling him from behind while Rosco hugged him from the front. “Hey there…” he was in and out of sleep. “I need to go to work.”

“Play,” Hunter said.

“No. Work,” James repeated. “Work now. Play later.”

“Work now. Play later,” Hunter growled. Though it still took a few seconds before his grasp actually started to loosen.

“Thank you,” James said as he crawled out between the two. He couldn’t believe it. The queen sized bed he’d bought felt so large when he was by himself, but now with Hunter and Rosco, it seemed so small. But maybe they were bigger? James shook the thought out of his mind. That couldn’t be possible. Nothing could grow that fast. But as he tried to think about the last few days, he couldn’t see them as anything other than the beasts they were now.

Hunter would stand a good head taller than James. And his wide shoulders and thick chest made him someone no one would want to deal with. Rosco was similar, just a bit slimmer than his brother. It was weird how handsome they were. Even as they slept, James felt himself wanting to crawl back in between them.

“Work now. Play later,” he reminded himself. “And I’ll have to buy them clothes…” James shook his head. “Later…”

He quickly got ready for work and then rushed off to his office. It was so boring. Nothing seemed to interest him there. Not that it ever really did. It was just staring at computer screens and crunching numbers. Nothing that would keep him entertained. Thoughts about last night reemerged in his mind. It wasn’t concrete, but he knew he liked them.

Blood quickly rushed to his cock and he could feel it starting to strain against his underwear. The discomfort made him shift back and forth in his chair. But it was all so distracting. More the tingle in his asshole than anything else. Slowly a finger was working its way to his backside. His hand slipped in his pants and that single finger started to worm its way in.

Still tight as ever, but for a moment the tingle stopped. Now it was deeper inside him. He pressed on. Pushing further inside. Wiggling back and forth. He did everything to keep quiet in his cubicle, but the occasional grunt would come out.

‘Oh God!’ he bit his lower lip, trying not to make a sound. But that didn’t stop his body from bucking as he finished. The stain quickly seeped through his underwear and onto his black pants. He could feel the euphoria for a second but it quickly dissipated and he remembered where he was. ‘Shit.’ His eyes went wide.

“You doing okay?” Antoine asked from over the cubicle.

James quickly fixed his posture with both hands on the keyboard. He slid his legs underneath the desk as quickly as possible. “Yes sir!” he answered.

“Sir?” Antoine chuckled to himself. “Maybe those Warkies aren’t all bad…”

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“What’s wrong with me..?” James muttered to himself while he was shopping for XL clothes. He didn’t know if any of it would fit, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about it. But the more he wondered what they would look like with it on. There was something about them that he just wanted to see.

Yes, their naked bodies were always a pleasure. James tried to ignore the erection he was getting. But he sometimes wondered what it would be like if they were wearing something. He picked up mostly sporty clothes but also tried a few dress shirts and pants. To him, they were all massive. He could easily slide through one of the legs of the shorts, but he still couldn’t help but wonder if it was enough.

On his way home, James made sure to pick up plenty of meat for them. This was starting to become a habit. It wasn’t hard or annoying. If anything it felt almost fulfilling. He liked having someone need him. Someone who was waiting at home for him. Someone who was excited to see him. It felt nice.

And then there was that smell. It was seeping out of his apartment. It started to fill the halls. But none of the other residents had complained yet. It was hard to imagine why they would. It smelt so nice to come home to.

“Hunter! Rosco! I’m home,” James called out as he opened the door. There was that smell; stronger than ever. It hit him like a wall. Everything felt good. Even more so as Hunter strutted into the main hall. Rosco was hanging onto his arm. His thinner leaner muscles only seemed to exacerbate just how much bigger Hunter was.

The Warkie towered over Rosco, but Rosco was a good head taller than James. One of his colossal hands reached out and lightly pressed against James’ shoulder. “Play?”

James was already reaching out for the massive dripping member in front of him. His mind went blank until he heard the bags he was holding hit the floor. “Oh! I bought you presents,” he said. “Now you don’t have to stay cooped up inside when I’m gone.”

Rosco was already rooting through the bags and pulled out one of the bright pink shirts and a pair of shorts. They fit him alright, but the shirt rode up over his bottom set of abs and showed off the Adonis belt. His body was a bit leaner but still had a ton of muscle to it. “Master so nice,” Rosco’s more passive nature turned aggressive as he pinned James against the wall for a kiss.

The kiss sent him over. He was lost in the lust of the situation. The taste of the other man seemed to just draw him in. A strong almost sweet taste against his tongue as Rosco invaded his mouth. All the while his strong but delicate hands were gently removing James’ clothes. He broke the kiss with a smile.

James leaned in, not wanting it to be over yet. His body craved it. Feeling those hands run against his bare skin just wasn’t enough. “Master is good to us…” Rosco said.

“Very good. Master deserves a treat,” Hunter said.

“Treat?” James’ body jerked with joy at the proposition. He looked up to see Hunter trying to fit the XXL jersey on but it was far too small to fit over his unbelievably massive frame. The sleeves were straining against his arms while the torso part of the shirt left nothing to the imagination. Two thick perfectly sculpted pecs pressed hard from the shirt while not being able to dip down past the second row of abs.

Hunter pulled his already leaking cock out. The hard rod pointed directly at James’ face. His mouth opened wide with anticipation. Slowly he drew himself closer and closer to the dick and slid the massive member into his mouth. James moaned loudly as he started to play with it with his tongue.

“Good master,” Hunter’s big hand landed on James’ head. He held the other man against his rod, pushing it deeper and deeper inside.

James’ stimulation was going off the charts as he was being pleased and pleasing the other men around him. He could barely contain his excitement. It just felt so good. The feeling washed over him and he couldn’t handle it anymore.

“So easy to please,” Hunter laughed. His whole chest moved as he did so. But he was surprised that James hadn’t stopped yet. “Oh!” he smiled as he felt the suckling against his cock continue. He flexed his hard muscles to try to hold onto the pleasure. They bulged, tearing the sleeves of the jersey from his arms. Another smaller rip ran down the back. “Oh yeah! Master’s good!”

James smiled as he felt the Warkie finish inside him. His body relaxed at the sensation and he started to drift off to sleep. Hunter had picked him up and led him back to the bed. He tucked the small man into bed then pulled out an old camera from the closet and told Rosco to get down on all fours. On the computer was a website that already had several hundred people watching. “Now we take care of you.”