The Himbo Machine – Chapter Nine

I can’t really tell you when I fell in love with Eddie. Was it the night before, when we drank wine and talked about who we really were? Was it when he agreed to come on this crazy trip, helping me to track down the Himbo Machine so I could turn it over to Sam Larkin?

Or was it before that, the time we spent as roommates, cracking dumb jokes and staying up late watching movies.

The man in front of me was almost completely different. The same height. The same bone structure. But he’d gone from bulky to buff. He used to be a pretty average bro, coasting by on youth and the occasional gym session. Now he looked like a gymnast crossed with a bodybuilder.

“I’m still me...” he had said. “Mostly...”

I stared deep into his eyes. So familiar, but with a different spark than before. Eddie’s always been down to fuck, but his sexual energy was almost desperate now. He needed me. He needed my body. He needed my cum. I could feel it.

“What does that mean?” I asked, taking a step back, away from his wandering hands. “Mostly?”

“I mean... like, bro... I went through the machine,” Eddie grinned. “But you don’t gotta worry boyfriend. I’m still like... totally in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you,” I nodded. “But I’m worried.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie said confidently.

I glanced at Dr. Robinson, handcuffed and bound. My socks were wadded up in his mouth, secured with my tanktop. I was glad he kept the lab warm.

He was watching us with interest, seeing how it all played out. He reminded me of Sam. He just couldn’t help but take notes on the experiment.

“Ollie?” I said, my voice shaking a little. “I need... what did you do. Exactly.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed. He walked over to the mirror and started studying his reflection. Fixing up his hair and admiring his new muscle while Ollie and I talked.

“Well, you know I’ve got to do what the doc says, right?” Ollie asked. “When he gives me a direct order... I can’t ignore it.”

“Right,” I nodded.

“Okay, so the doc ordered me to stay here and make sure that Eddie got reprogrammed. And I was ready to do it – the settings were all in the machine, I just had to watch the progress bar. But then you told me that you two...” he paused, giving a sappy grin. “You told me you two are together. Boyfriends.”

“That’s right,” I agreed. “Eddie and I got together last night.”

I seemed like an eternity ago, but we’d been boyfriends for less than a day. There hadn’t even been time for brunch.

“Well... I’m a sucker for that,” Ollie smiled. “And like the doc said, I only had to make sure Eddie got reprogrammed. He never said we had to keep the same settings.”

“Yeah, you modified the program.”

“Yeah. The doc had it set up so he’d get wiped clean. A total personality erasure. Then we’d install a modified version of the basic himbo template. All the standard stuff – he likes skimpy clothes, parties, dancing, fucking, working out, and though he’s not dumb, he doesn’t like to think too hard.”

I glanced over at my boyfriend fixing his hair meticulously in the mirror. Okay, that checked out so far.

“But he never got wiped, so it’s still Eddie. Just a different version.”

“A better version,” Eddie said over his shoulder. “Grant, it’s cool, I’m hot and horny, it’s not like I’m suddenly an evil twin or whatever.”

“You said a modified version,” I asked Ollie. “What kind of modifications?”

“Um... well, the doc likes karmic results, and since Eddie’s always been kind of a prude... well, he’s programmed to crave attention now. He’s even got a new little narcissistic streak... but he’s not some diva or whatever, that should be pretty minimal.”

“C’mon boyfriend, this totally turns you on,” Eddie said, glancing at me in the mirror. He reached back and slapped his bare ass. The tiny pink string of his thong was the only thing standing between him and nudity.

“It does,” I had to admit. “It scares me... but yeah...”

“I’m one hot piece of ass,” Eddie laughed, turning away from the mirror and locking me in his gaze. “C’mon bro, say it with me.”

“Eddie...” I blushed.

“Say it bro. I’m one hot piece of ass.”

“You’re, uh... you’re one hot piece of ass,” I chuckled.

“Damn right,” he grinned. “Now... what do you say we get outta here. It’s Christmas in San Francisco. Let’s get some hot chocolate and hit the beach.”

“I don’t think it’s beach weather Eddie,” I laughed.

“It’s California.”

“Yeah, but it’s San Francisco, not LA.”

“We’ll have the hot chocolate,” he said, giving me a charming smile. Eddie wasn’t the kind of guy who tried to skate by on charm... except now maybe he was.

“I’d love to,” I said, taking his hands. “But right now, I think we’d better figure out Robinson, don’t you think?”

“That asshole?” Eddie smirked. “Dude, just leave him tied up. We don’t need him.”

“We can’t just...”

“Bro, he tried to zap me into a zombie,” Eddie pointed out. “C’mon, let’s go dancing or something...” He started to move his hips and grin.

“Just... relax, okay?” I snapped.

“Whoa, bro... looks like someone’s got a stick up his ass,” Eddie laughed. “And not in a good way!”

I wanted to get to know the new Eddie. I really did. But in this particular situation, ignoring him made the most sense.

“What are we gonna do with Robinson?” I asked Ollie.

“We could call the cops?” Ollie suggested. “But that’s gonna come with a lot of questions.”

“They won’t let us keep the machine,” Eddie pointed out. “You want the cops to have a mind control thingy?”

“No, okay,” I nodded. “What else. Ollie’s not gonna be free, not til he can’t give orders anymore.”

“We could wipe him,” Eddie shrugged his boulder shoulders.

“That’s too cruel,” I shook my head.

“He was gonna do it to me.”

“I’m not going to wipe him,” I insisted. “We aren’t him. We aren’t going to send a defenceless idiot into the world.”

“So we install a new personality,” Eddie shrugged. “I’m thinking a himbo daddy vibe. C’mon, he’ll be so happy, and he won’t be a threat to anyone, and he’ll totally be down to suck my dick.”

“Mmmmpppphhgrrghh,” Robinson said, the makeshift gag cutting off his words.

“Sounds like he wants it,” Eddie winked at me.

I should never have swiped those pills from Professor Larkin’s medicine cabinet. If I’d just enjoyed the free beer and gone home...

“I think we have to ask him,” I said. I felt my stomach drop even as I said it. I never wanted to hear another word from Jeremy Robinson, but someone I was his advocate here.

“Bro, that’s such a boring idea,” Eddie moaned.

“Ollie, maybe you should go upstairs,” I said. “Once we take that gag off... one sentence from him and your my worst enemy."

“Yeah, good call G,” Ollie nodded, glancing at my boyfriend. “Eddie, you wanna come with?”

“Nah, I wanna see the action,” Eddie shrugged. “Why should Grant get to make all the decisions? Besides, if we leave them alone, you know Grant’s gonna go soft on him.”

“Hey!”

“What? We’ll probably end up letting Robinson walk right out the front door,” Eddie insisted. “You’ve got all sorts of weird ideas about how the machine works. Like... it doesn’t kill people bro, it just... makes us better.”

“How many times did you tell me to stop taking the pills,” I said pointedly. “You were all ‘this isn’t you Grant!’”

“Whatever. We’ll talk with him... but at the end of the day, you know what we’re gonna do. The world loses a bastard and gains a boytoy.”

I bit my lip and glanced at Ollie. For all I knew, Eddie had the exact same programming he did. One sentence was all it would take for Robinson to regain control.

“Relax,” Ollie said, reading my mind. “I stripped out the control subroutine too. Eddie’s clean.”

“Yeah bro, relax,” Eddie teased, giving me a little punch in the arm. “Let’s do this.”

Ollie retreated up the stairs. I waited to hear the door slam before I pulled down Robinson’s gag. My socks fell out of his mouth and he coughed and spit to clear the taste.

“Uughck...” Robinson said, sticking out his tongue. “Your feet taste fucking terrible.”

“You’re an evil asshole who’s just asking for a foot fetish” Eddie said with a grin. “C’mon, times a wastin’. Have you been listening?”

“No, I’ve been watching Golden Girls,” Robinson said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Dorothy, chill,” Eddie laughed.

I blinked in surprise. I remembered asking Eddie if he ever watched Golden Girls – I’d heard it was a gay thing. He’d flatly denied it. Whatever else the new elements of his personality brought, they’d certainly put an end to his shame about being gay.

“Okay Doc, here’s the deal,” I said. “We’re not going to just let you go. We’re not going to call the cops. Eddie here wants to wipe you down ’til you’re just a himbo slut and –“

“A daddy himbo slut...” Eddie interrupted. He bit his lower lip and stared at Robinson.

“Whatever,” I said. “The point is, I’m not feeling good about that. Give me another option.”

Robinson looked at me for a long minute. I could feel his eyes drilling into me. Not a problem – he was harmless. It was hard to believe that only an hour ago I’d been terrified of this man.

“I don’t agree with your premise,” he finally said.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you think I’m dangerous. I don’t agree.”

“Uh, Doc, I don’t mean to be a dick, but we just followed a trail of himbos across the country,” I said. “They were men before they met you. They had lives, jobs, some of ‘em probably had girlfriends... and now they’re all wide eyed and horny. You created a thousand one-dimensional idiots.”

“Closer to five hundred,” Robinson said. He tried to shrug, but the cuffs wouldn’t let him move that far.

“Holy fuck... seriously?”

“Bro, it’s not like bein’ a himbo’s the worst...” Eddie said, putting his hand on my back. “I mean, you’ve been one. I’m kinda one now... and who cares? I feel good.”

“I’ve been selective,” Robinson said. “The guys I picked up off the street, I always picked the worst guys. Guys that beat their girlfriends or dealt drugs or were really rude to baristas.”

“I don’t think those are all the same level,” I said pointedly.

“Whoa, you got me,” Robinson said, his voice full of sarcasm again. “I made a dumb joke. Quick, wipe my personality and make me a cumdump. My point is, I didn’t just grab randoms. I took bad people and I made the world better.”

I tried to think back to Brooklyn. What was the name of that hotel bellboy...

“Do you remember an Indian guy named Vijay?” I asked. “He was in law school when you met, studying at Columbia. Now he’s a dropout who cares more about the club scene than his future. You’re telling me you made the world better?”

Robinson smiled slowly, the memory clearly passing through his mind.

“Vijay... of course I remember him. He never told you what he was doing at law school, right? First of all, he cheated to get in, and the night we met – I swear – he actually bragged about it. Then he was fucking his professors and stealing their exam keys. Selling them. Do you want the next Supreme Court to be full of assholes who bought answers from that prick?”

“So call the cops,” I laughed. “You can’t be some vigilante.”

“Says the guy who’s judge and jury right now?” Robinson smirked. “Look, so he’s dumb and into dick and he likes to dance... he’s harmless. Don’t act like he was going to spend his career doing pro-bono work for little old ladies. He wanted to be a lawyer for money and for power... well, too bad. He’s not suffering.”

“What about Ohio,” I said. “You turned like twenty guys from that gym gay.”

“Thirty-two,” Robinson admitted. “Thirty-three, including your buddy Ollie. And yeah, I’ll admit, he was collateral damage. But he told me the history, he wanted to be a himbo. I was gonna finish the job after I was done with you, dumb him down nice and good, make him a muscle-obsessed gym rat without a care in the world. I was gonna give him exactly what he wanted.”

“And the other thirty-two guys?”

“Predators. Thieves. The nicest of them was stealing thousands from his accounting job. It gets worse from there. Now they’re a happy bunch of gym rats that would rather fuck each other.”

“Fine, let’s say every single one of those guys deserved it,” I said. “We met a guy in Vegas named Kenny, a dancer at a strip joint. He told us he was out for a bachelor party and your guy hijacked his limo and abducted them. Totally random, you can't tell me that was justified.”

“Random, huh?” Robinson said. “Did he mention the girl they had in the limo? She was scared. He basically carried her out of that bar, and she didn’t know when to scream. Trust me, Rod didn’t take the first group he found. He waited until someone terrible got in the car. It doesn’t take long. These guys aren’t file numbers to me Grant... they’re people, and I remember them, before and after. The world has two more strippers, and two more gay suburbanites, and one girl with a guardian angel.”

“Okay, but...”

“What, you’re gonna bother me about those guys in Death Valley?”

“Wait a sec,” I said. “We never stopped there.”

“Oh, they own a gas station. Like to murder tourists and dump their bodies in the dessert. They tried it on me, and now they give ‘The Hottest Tours in Death Valley’.”

“Dude, this is hella boring,” Eddie said. He was back at the mirror, checking out his gains. “This is all just a bunch of yap yap yapping.”

“Okay, I hear the moral justifications,” I said, holding up my hands. “But explain to me how trying to wipe me or Eddie was okay.”

“Sam Larkin is trying to kill me,” Robinson said, staring at us like we were stupid. “We both invented this thing, but I’m the only one with all the pieces. He wants to take my research, murder me, and rule the fuckin’ world. You’re his ninjas... of course I was gonna take you out. But you would have been happy, low rent rent boy’s for middleclass cock.”

“Whoa, bro,” Eddie said, spinning around and staring at Robinson. “I deserve... like, at least millionaire cock.”

“See!” Robinson said, breaking for a moment. “This is why I put in that little extra narcissism. Isn’t that a perfect bit of spice?”

“Sam doesn’t want you dead,” I said, shaking my head. I knew he was paranoid, but exactly how paranoid was he? Did the stories he told me have any basis in reality?

There was no way to know. Not quickly.

“Everyone wants me dead,” Robinson said conspiratorially. “Grant... I invented the ultimate capitalist dream. Imagine if a corporation got a hold of this. The government. The military! They could manufacture the perfect soldier – repeatable, reliable, disposable. Just get in this tube sir, it’s a routine checkup!”

Was he insane or a genius?

“Bro, that’s some crazy shit, but I’m totally getting a camo thong,” Eddie laughed. He wandered over to the touchscreen controls and started tapping around.

“What are you doing boyfriend?” I asked.

“I’m just punching up... the guy I think we should zap him into,” Eddie shrugged. “We don’t gotta use it if you don’t wanna. But you’re gonna wanna.”

“Give me another option,” I told Robinson.

“How about I come work for you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You and me Grant, we could be partners. I’ll do the tech, you be the conscience.”

“Whoa,” Eddie said, holding up his hands. “Why should Grant get to be the partner? We caught you together bro, and everyone knows I’m the brains of the operation.”

"I don't know," Robinson said with a sly smile. “It sure seems like Grant’s the one in charge. I mean, you’d just be a wiped down himbo if he hadn't stepped in.”

“No way bro!” Eddie protested.

Goddamn it Robinson. Turn my boyfriend into a narcissist and then turn him against me?

“Eddie...” I said, trying to calm him down.

“You stay outta this,” Eddie said, giving me an angry look. “I resisted the fucking programming all on my own, okay? Don’t rewrite history – you were a fuckin' mess after Sam dumped your ass.”

“Yeah,” I said, biting back on what I actually wanted to say. “And you pulled me together. Don’t let this asshole push us apart.”

“I’m just sayin’ I want a say,” Eddie sulked.

“Yeah bro, let's do it,” I agreed. “Cause I’m not gonna be Robinson’s partner. He’s just saying that to drive us apart. If that’s the best he’s got, we’ll come up with something better.”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said. “Check out my boyfriend,” he smirked at Robinson. “Pretty and smart.”

“And check out mine,” I laughed. “Hot as hell.”

“And the brains of the operation,” Eddie said, cocking his head at me.

“Yeah,” I grinned at Robinson. “It’s sure not you anymore.”

“Let’s make him dumb,” Eddie smirked. “For real bro, I programmed in a whole new personality. Check it out...”

We walked over to the console. Eddie started walking me through his idea. The interface was actually pretty intuitive. There was a big red button that just read “Wipe” on it, but there was also a list of programs. Eddie tapped into one labelled “daddy himbo” and showed me his idea.

If we went ahead with it, Robinson would get wiped. Then it was a whole mashup of personality traits that’d get installed. Caring. Kind. Thoughtful. Horny. Silly. Stupid. Well-intentioned. Hopeless with technology. Obsessed with the gym. Obsessed with cock. Obsessed with being a good friend.

And of course there was the physical program. A big barrel chest and a pair of beefy arms that you’d dream about getting held with. An ass so round you’d get lost rimming it. With the right clothes Robinson would be San Francisco’s wet dream.

“What do you think?” Eddie asked, grinning broadly.

“I’m just... it doesn’t feel right man...” I said.

“Okay... how about a compromise,” Eddie said. He hit a button and duplicated the program. After a few swipes and taps, he’d created something that I could almost live with.

‘Daddy himbo 2’ didn’t start with a wipe. Instead it focussed on making a few tweaks. After this Robinson would be well-intentioned but totally hopeless with technology. He’d put his energy into the gym and into being the best cocksucker around. And he’d be so beta... he’d never even want to give an order.

No physical changes – just a quick mental update to make sure he wasn’t a threat anymore.

He’d still be him. Just the way Eddie was still Eddie.

After a fashion.

“Okay,” I said, staring at the program. “Yeah, we can do this.”

“Wait a second, guys,” Robinson protested as Eddie grabbed him. I opened up the handcuffs. The mad scientist tried to run, but Eddie was too strong for him. It only took a minute to force him into the machine. Soon he was strapped in, struggling to get free.

“You guys don’t know anything about the machine,” Robinson told us. “You might take it apart and never get it back together again. And what happens when something breaks? Burns out?”

“Not my problem,” I shrugged. “Sam can figure that all out.”

“You don’t know what chemicals it uses,” Robinson said, straining against his bonds. “You don’t know how to program a new personality...”

“Okay, hold him tight,” I told Eddie. I picked up the syringe that Robinson had tried to use on me. Lucky for me Sam had me taking a lot of roids. I’m pretty good with a needle.

“Hell, you don’t even realize that the reprogramming happens with just a pattern of light. If this tech got out, the government could add triggers every time you walked into a room! Just like the trigger I add to everyone who visits the spa,” Robinson said. I couldn't see his face while he was hooked to the machine, but I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“What trigger?”

“Release me boys,” Robinson said. “That’s an order.”

Somewhere in my mind, I felt a switch flip.

There was a little corner of my mind that wanted to obey. And it was growing... stretching through me...

I wanted to release Robinson. Of course I wanted to release Robinson. I should never have put him in the machine in the first place.

I felt my hands moving, reaching down and releasing his bonds. I couldn’t believe I’d made such a dumb mistake. I hoped that Robinson would forgive me and...

And Eddie’s hand slammed down on the controls, activating the wipe.

The flashing red light. I could see it flicking in the tube. Robinson’s eyes were covered by the mask, but I could tell it was hitting him. Every muscle in his body tensed, even as I worked to free him from the machine. It was like he was seizing. I had to get him out of there!

And then, quick as it started, it was over. I swung the mask out of the way and helped Robinson sit up in the tube.

I felt the knot in my stomach drop away. He was free from the machine. I’d done what he ordered. The compulsion was gone.

Doctor Robinson had a dopey look on his face, like he’d been woken up from a deep sleep.

“Hi,” he said, blinking in the fluorescent light of the basement lab.

“Hi,” I said back to him. “How do you feel?”

“Oh, you know,” Robinson said, giving a non-committal shrug.

“Sorry bro,” Eddie said, putting his arm around me. “I know you didn’t wanna wipe him but... fuck man, I didn’t see another way.”

“You did the right thing,” I sighed. “But why...?”

“I dunno, but the order didn’t hit me,” Eddie said. "I think maybe it got stripped out. Ollie said he took all that stuff out from my program.”

“Lucky us,” I chuckled.

“Where am I?” Robinson asked, looking around the room.

“You don’t remember?”

“I don’t remember anything,” Robinson said casually. He didn’t look confused or scared. Just curious about everything. “I’m... I’m here.”

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to stay calm.

“We’re gonna make you all better,” Eddie said, giving the empty man a reassuring grin.

“Okay,” Robinson said, mirroring the grin back.

“This is going to pinch a little, okay?” I said, readying the syringe.

“Okay,” Robinson nodded easily. He didn’t make any fuss as I injected the liquid into his shoulder.

“Why don’t you lie back down?” Eddie said.

“I don’t know,” Robinson answered, staring at me and Eddie like we were the only two people in the world. I guess we were.

“Lie down,” I told him. This time he understood enough to obey, leaning back and settling into the tube. I re-fastened the straps. It was easier without the struggle.

“We’re gonna make you all better,” Eddie said, sliding the mask into place over his eyes.

Two minutes later the machine whirred to life. We were going with Eddie’s ‘himbo daddy’ program. He’d need a whole new personality now, and I didn’t see the harm.

The countdown said ten hours.

“Let’s head back to the apartment,” Eddie whispered into my ear. “You’re gonna fuck my tight ass til I scream.”

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I wanted to leave Ollie at the spa as a guard, but Eddie pointed out that he’d been up all night too. Robinson was already wiped, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Besides, Eddie wanted someone to watch us fuck.

We grabbed an Uber and headed home. The driver probably thought we were coming off a crazy night at the club. I was wearing my tiny shorts, while Eddie refused to wear more than his pink thong. His old jeans covered way too much skin for him.

Not that anyone minded looking at Eddie’s body. He looked like he just stepped out of an underwear advertisement. Next to him, Ollie looked modest with his short shorts and a fitted tee.

“You wanna come in?” Eddie said to the driver as I paid the bill.

“Uh, I’ve got a wife,” the driver said nervously.

“So we don't tell her,” Eddie smirked.

“Bro,” Ollie said. “Leave the poor guy alone. Dude’s straight.”

“Maybe,” Eddie shrugged, stepping out of the car. I watched the way the driver stared at his ass. I was straight once too.

I was a little surprised when the driver sped off.

“Open all the curtains,” Eddie said.

“Uh, the bed’s right next to the window,” I said.

“Yeah,” Eddie grinned. “That’s the point bro. I got the body bro, I gotta show it off.”

So we opened the blinds.

“Slip off those shorts,” Eddie ordered. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was dancing in the window, hoping to draw a crowd.

Holy shit, I couldn’t believe how much he needed the attention. Now that we were out of the basement, Eddie was doing everything he could to draw looks. Flexing. Flirting. Even his half-hard cock was begging to be stared at.

I honestly didn’t know if I could keep up.

Not until I was back on the pills. That would be a whole other situation. I didn’t know who was gonna be the bigger whore.

But I knew I wanted it.

I went up behind Eddie, pressing my cock against the string in his ass. I hooked the thong with my thumbs and slid it down, letting his cock jump out and hit the window.

“Oooh, that’s cold,” he chuckled.

I kissed him on the neck and spun him around. My cock was so hard... I’d never topped anyone before, but I was sure ready to try.

“Get on the bed,” I said.

He laid down on the bed, using a pillow to prop up his hips. Eddie was an experienced top. He knew exactly what he liked, and he was making sure I got it.

“Mmmm... how’s it look Ollie?” he moaned as I ran my cock over his ass. I’ve always loved getting my hole teased. I knew the eager anticipation he must be feeling.

“Fuckin’ hot,” Ollie grinned. He’d found a spot on a chair and gotten naked, stroking himself as he watched us.

“It’s about to get hotter,” Eddie smirked. Suddenly he pushed his hips back, swallowing my cock with his ass. It was tight, but he was easing into it slowly. Inch after inch disappeared inside as my boyfriend fucked himself on my cock.

“Oooohh...” I gasped as my balls his his ass.

“Mmmm... yeah, that’s right,” Eddie moaned under me. “Yeah bro, I’m such a horny slut, aren’t I?”

I gasped again as he lowered his hips and pulled most of the way off.

“What’s that?” he teased.

“You’re such a horny slut,” I repeated. He slammed his ass onto my cock again.

“Yeah I am,” he moaned. He was bouncing his hips up and down, using all that perfect muscle to rip himself apart. “Yeah... I’m such a horny slut bro...”

I tried to help, rolling my hips to push in farther, but I honestly felt like I was in the way. Eddie... the new Eddie... he was so sexy and confident. I was just a cock, just a rocket ship ready to fill him with cum.

“Lie down on the bed,” Eddie told me. “Lie on your back. I wanna ride you for a while.”

I my cock point straight up into the air. Eddie moved overtop of me and lowered himself onto my pole. Within seconds he was back to full speed, sweaty and eager and putting on a show.

“Talk to me,” Eddie moaned as he bounced on my cock. He had his hands clasped behind his head, flexing his biceps and twitching his pecs. He was putting on a show – for me, for Ollie, for anyone who might wander by outside. “C’mon bro... gimme some dirty talk.”

“Okay...” I gasped. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy Eddie. You’re so fuckin’ big.”

“Yeah bro,” he moaned. “You like this Ollie?”

“Hell yeah bro,” Ollie said, pumping his cock. “You’re a total stud.”

“Check out those pecs,” I moaned. “Yeah Eddie, you’re a fuckin’ beast...”

“Keep goin’,” Eddie moaned. “I’m almost there!”

“You’re like... the hottest dude ever,” I gasped. “You’re so buff and built... Eddie, guys look at you and they wanna blow their load.”

“Even the straight ones?” Eddie laughed. His cock was beautiful, bouncing in my face.

“Bro, straight guys think about you when they fuck their girlfriends,” I lied.

“Hell yeah,” Eddie moaned. “I’m fuckin’ irresistible.”

“You’re the hottest Eddie!” Ollie called from across the room.

“Yeah boyfriend, you’re the hottest. You’re the sluttiest. You’re the biggest whore I know,” I laughed.

Eddie screamed as his cock started to jump.

His load splattered across my face. His ass clenched as he came, setting me off. My cock pulsed in his ass for a few seconds, filling his sexy ass with hot cum.

“Uhhhhn...” Eddie moaned, falling off my cock and landing face first on the bed. “Yeah... I’m so fuckin’ hot... He crawled over to the window and looked outside, giving a wave to a half dozen guys.

Ollie’s cock went off like a firecracker.

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We slept for a while, then we woke up and went out for some food. Eddie ended up borrowing my rugby shorts and a tanktop, while I wore his old shorts and t-shirt. I had to admit... I’m a decent looking guy, but Eddie was porn star material, and he pulled it off better.

“There’s a couple hours left on the timer,” Ollie said, stuffing his mouth full of Chinese food. “Then we’ve got one more himbo and... what? When does Larsen get here?”

“Uh... we never called him,” I said. “I was telling the truth.”

“Wait... so he doesn’t know you found the machine?”

“Bro, he doesn’t know we’re on the West Coast,” Eddie bragged. “Last he heard we were on our way to Brooklyn.”

“But you’re gonna call him,” Ollie pointed out.

“Why?” Eddie laughed. “Bro, we got the machine. Grant doesn’t need the pills, right? What do you say G, wanna take a turn in the tube?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s powerful magic, you know?”

“Yeah, we you’ve got the power bro...” Ollie said. “Real power.”

“Yeah,” Eddie grinned. “And we’re not giving it up.”

That's when my phone rang.