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You Sunk My... (pt. 1)
🕑 Added 2024-11-11 20:00:19 +0000 UTC(This tied as a winning option on the last round of Overcast voting, but it ended up being way too long so I'm posting it for everyone.)
Adamâs calloused hand shook as it hovered over the pile of plastic pieces. He wanted nothing more than to hurl the entire pegboard across the room, to smash it to pieces until there was nothing left but brittle shards. Normally, it would be a feat well within the realm of possibility considering the amount of muscle packed onto the brunetteâs burly, six-foot frame, but the situation he and Owen found themselves in was far from normal. It was just supposed to be a night in with board games and beer. The late fall weather had finally taken a hard turn towards the autumnal, with cold winds and even colder rain hammering the city. And while Adam and Owen had maintained their Friday routine of hitting the gym, only something truly cataclysmic would interrupt their unending quest for gains, the thought of navigating the dark, damp streets just to sit in a crowded bar seemed far from appealing. The allure of getting their dicks wet was severely diminished by how soaked the rest of their athletic frames would get in the process, and it wasnât as if either of the handsome hunks had been going through a dry spell. With his short, earthen-hued hair and bright, boy-next-door smile, Adam was magnetic even without the broad-shouldered build looming below. His laidback charm rendered his powerful arms, prominent pecs and perky bubble redundant, though no one had ever complained about the abundant beauty his body provided. The same went for Owen, whose golden hair matched his lighter complexion, and whose sharper features only served to emphasize the curvy bulk they sat upon. They were a pair of easy-going Adonises, heading into the tail-end of their twenties with barely a worry between them. They each made enough to pay their bills with a little left over, and they had the rest of their lives to worry about careers and families and settling down. For now, they just wanted to go with the flow and have a good time.
Which is what made their current circumstances all the more jarring. Stress in general was a relatively foreign concept for the pretty pair, leaving them entirely unprepared for the kind of existential threat they now faced. Though, to be fair, a cursed board game likely would have caught anyone off guard. Owen had found it in the basement of his centuried apartment building while on the way to the laundry room, sitting in the back of an empty storage unit. The door to the dusty cargo area had been left ajar and without a lock for some time, but the buff blonde had never noticed the game sitting on the back shelf before.
Owen didnât think thereâd be any harm in taking it. The game was just an old version of Battleship, well worn and not anywhere near a collectible condition. It was recent enough to be battery operated, so it wasnât some rare first-edition, and it didnât look any different than the thousands of others sitting on thrift store shelves around the world. Theyâd both been pleasantly surprised to discover that the electronics still worked, that the mechanical voice still buzzed through the speakers and the explosion sounds still responded when one of them placed a red peg in the upper board. But any pleasantries had quickly fled after a few rounds when Adam found himself unable to step away from his chair. Instead of sitting at the uncomfortable table, he and Owen had set up in opposing positions by the TV, Adam in a cushioned recliner and the blonde on the couch, each with a TV tray holding up their respective boards. Nothing had seemed at all out of the ordinary, and the dark-haired man had been able to stand, but as soon as Adam went to take a second step away from his seat his body stopped responding. Owen had obviously thought his friend was just messing with him, until the grating mechanical voice sounded from both of their boards in unison.
âCombatants are not permitted to leave until the battle is finished,â it had buzzed. âReturn to your station.â
Like a passenger in his own body, Adam had found himself moving back to his seat, his eyes wide as Owen tested the same boundary and received the same result. Theyâd both frantically called out questions to the disembodied board but neither received a response until several minutes had elapsed without either of them taking a turn.
âFailure to take a turn will result in destruction of both fleets. Destruction of both fleets will result in all penalties for both combatants,â the voice crackled. âForfeiting will result in destruction of both fleets. Destruction of both fleets will result in all penalties for both combatants. Resume combat.â
A beeping had followed, steadily picking up pace the longer Adamâs hand hovered over his pegs. âFuck! I hate this!â he grunted, his heart racing to match the shrill beep. âFine! D2!â He held his breath when the countdown stopped, letting it out a moment later when nothing seemed to happen.
Adam realized heâd let it out too soon when he saw Owenâs face. âGoddamnitâŚhit,â the blonde said, sticking a peg into one of his obscured boats.
Adam hated the tinny, distorted explosion that rang out when he marked the strike on his end. âSo what happens now? It was talking about penaltiesâŚdo you, uhâŚfeel anything?â
Owen shook his head and looked around the room, half expecting a chunk of the ceiling to fall on him as if it had been struck by a real torpedo. âNo? I donât feel anythingâŚdifferentâŚwait,â he said, trailing off.
Adam watched his friend start to squirm and absently tug at his loose t-shirt. âAre you okay? Whatâs happenâŚdude! Whatâre you doing?!â
âFuck! Gotta get outta these, man,â Owen grunted, hopping to his feet and peeling out of his t-shirt. He tossed it aside before shucking his shorts, hesitating for only a moment before peeling out of the stuffed boxer-briefs that clung to his muscled thighs. âHooooooly shit thatâs better,â he sighed, his strapping frame going crimson when he realized what heâd just done.
âWhatâŚwhat the fuck was that?!â Adam cried, going pale where Owen went flush. âWhyâd you just get naked?!â
âI donât know! I donât know!â Instead of covering himself or trying to reclaim his clothing, the blonde simply dropped back onto the couch, his fat package resting heavily on the cushion. âI couldnât help it. It was like I was being suffocated. I just HAD to get them off.â
Adam let out a short, shocked laugh. âCan you put them back on?â
Owen shook his head. âI donât think soâŚI donâtâŚI donât want to?â He gasped, his square jaw dropping when he felt the truth of the words. Sitting naked in front of Adam had suddenly become far preferable to the alternative, to the point where he could barely even consider it. âOh, fuck! Dude! I donâtâŚI donât want to wear clothes anymore?!â
âWhat the hell does that even mean?! What is this fucking thing doing to us?!â Adam raged at the game, but the guilt he felt was directed squarely at himself. Heâd called the shot, and heâd been the one whoâd apparently just turned his friend into a nudist. âIâm so sorry man! I didnât mean toâŚIâd neverâŚâ Adam was dizzy with panic now that theyâd received their first glimpse of the âpenaltiesâ in question, a fresh layer of fear adding a sense of urgency. âQuick, take your shot! I donât want this thing to bite both of us.â
âUhâŚA10!â Owen blurted, still distracted by his own sudden exposure. He and Adam had seen each other naked more times than he could remember, but heâd never just lounged fully exposed in front of his friend before.
âMiss,â Adam said, not catching his wincing expression until it was too late. He kicked himself immediately after, disgusted that heâd even think of trying to actually compete with his friend in this situation. âDudeâŚwhat are we going to do?!â
âI donât know, man,â Owen chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at his naked muscle. âIâm just glad itâs only the two of us right now or this would be even more awkward.â
âGame mightâve done a bunch of people a real big favor,â Adam laughed before catching himself. âSorryâŚtoo soon?â
âJust take your shot, asshole,â Owen barked, rolling his eyes.
âD3.â Adam felt an icy pit form in his stomach when his friendâs broad shoulders fell. The boats went in a straight line, which meant its destruction, and the ensuing penalties for Owen, were now an inevitability. âHit?â
The blonde nodded. âLucky shoooOOOOHHHH!â Owenâs eyes went wide as he tensed, a gut-punch of arousal spreading through him. The blushing that had started to fade returned in full as his cock sprang to its full six-and-a-half inches, his plump pecs heaving from the bonfire of lust now burning at his core. Owen couldnât remember the last time heâd been so turned on, if ever.
âShit! What the fuck just happened,â Adam asked, feeling invasive as he watched Owenâs cock twitch and the blondeâs pert nipples go hard.
âWhatâs it look like,â Owen gasped. âIâm justâŚsuper horny,â he said, dropping the âall of a suddenâ heâd intended. Even before he finished the sentence he knew it wasnât a statement of the moment, but of an enduring characteristic. Like the clothes he no longer wanted to wear, Owen was always horny.
âIâm so sorryâŚIâm so sorry,â Adam sputtered. âWhat can I do? Do you want me to tell you where toâŚâ his voice choked off before he could finish, the mechanical narrator making a reappearance.
âCheating will result in the penalty impacting the opposing combatant,â it interrupted.
âNo need,â Owen shrugged, trying to compose himself. âA9.â
âHit!â Adam blurted it out, his gratitude at finally sharing the load momentarily outweighing his fear of what the burden would entail. He braced himself for a strip show of his own, but after a moment it seemed like nothing happened. âWaitâŚdidâŚdid anything happen?â
âWell thatâs some bullshit,â Owen spat, trying to ignore the sensation of his cock beginning to ooze. âYou donât get anything? Not that I want you to, but I meanâŚâ
âI donâtâŚI donât know,â Adam said, blinking and shaking his head. He kept finding his eyes lingering on Owenâs naked, erect frame with increasing intensity, a sudden fluttering breaking out in his stomach. Heâd always known how attractive his friend was, and while heâd admired the blondeâs body from an objective standpoint, seeing him worked up in all his glory hit very differently. Adam drank it in the way he drank in the sight of a naked woman right before she jumped in his bed. Or at least the way he used to drink in the sight of a naked woman. âOhâŚoh! Fuck! DudeâŚyouâŚyouâreâŚIâmâŚâ
Owen didnât need his friend to finish. Though the brunette appeared oblivious, heâd watched the tent form in Adamâs shorts while his friend had ogled him. âUhâŚdid I just get you hard?â
It was Adamâs turn to blush. âOh godâŚbroâŚyouâre so hot right now! What the fuck?! I canât evenâŚjust thinking about a chick is like thinking about my mom! But now when I look at youâŚwhen I think of the guysâŚfuuuuuck,â he groaned, years of mundane locker room memories rewiring themselves into erotic fantasies.
âIâm sorry, man! I didnât mean to make youâŚyou know,â he said with an awkward chuckle. âIs it weird that apologizing for that feels problematic?â
âI can think of a few ways for you to make it up to me,â Adam said, realizing too late that it didnât sound like the joke heâd intended. âD4.â
Owen sighed and shook his head. âHit and sunk. That was inevitable, I guess. Good thing Iâve got this free hand to start jerkinâ it,â he said, letting out a gasp when he began doing exactly that. While one hand marked his board, the other grabbed his leaking rod and started pumping. âFuuuuuuck me that feels good,â he grunted, his other hand finding its way to his chest to tweak a nipple. âFelt like I was about to pop over here if I didnât start beating this meat. I didnât want to do it in front of you, but fuck it. Donât really care who watches anymore.â Owen sighed again and pursed his lips, his eyes the only thing betraying his surprise as he spoke. âGood timing on that last hit though, right? At least you can properly enjoy this now. You can do it too if you wantâŚI donât mind. Iâm not into dudes, but itâs pretty hot how hot you are for me. Are you liking this? Wish you could take a taste, bro. Be sooo hot if you sucked me right now,â Owen said, pausing his stroking to lick his cum-slick palm.
Adam didnât know what to say or what to do. A part of him was vicariously mortified, but a bigger part actually was enjoying the show. Like Owen said, the timing of the last hit couldnât have been better, giving Adam an entirely different perspective on his friendâs strange actions. Before, he would have been embarrassed and maybe a little envious of his friendâs physique. Now, he desperately wanted to take Owen up on everything he offered. âDudeâŚdude! Look at what youâre doing!â
Owen blinked, blushing only slightly. âOh, bro, I know,â he said, the hand that was on his chest dropping low to knead his churning balls. âNot trying to make it weirdâŚthereâs just no brakes anymore, you know? Itâs like I think of something to do or say and it just happens. I know I shouldnât be talking about how good it feels to play with my balls or how much I really like doing this in front of you or how Iâm going to cum like a fucking super soaker but I canâtâŚcanât help..iiiuunnnhhhhâŚ!â The buff blonde broke off in a grunt, his every ample muscle going tense before he launched ropey strand after ropey strand into the air like a geyser. âWhoooooooâŚ.goddamn,â he whistled a moment later. âThat felt fucking great, dude! Did you see how big that load was? Took the edge off, at least,â he sighed, his grin finally fading as the tides of lust ebbed. âOhâŚoh wow. This isâŚa lot,â he said, blinking down at his spent, naked body in a daze. Heâd lost one boat, and with it had gone his clothes, his ability to control his arousal, and his ability to control himself.
âAre youâŚâ Adam started to ask if his friend was okay, then realized how foolish the question was. âYou should probably take your shot,â he said instead, his guilt growing over how much he was enjoying at least the visual elements of the other manâs predicament.
Owen took a deep breath and shook his head. âB9,â he said, jumping in his seat at Adamâs sharp, sudden gasp.
The words spilled from the brunetteâs mouth before he could stop them. âUgh. Hit, bitch,â Adam sighed, waving a hand and rolling his eyes as he marked his board. âSunk, too. She just went down faster than me once I can move again,â he purred, batting his eyes at Owen.
âWhatâŚuhâŚis happening, exactly,â the blonde asked with a short laugh. Like a switch had been flipped, the burly brunetteâs body language had shifted noticeably, as had both the words and way he spoke.
Adam didnât want to say it. He didnât want to acknowledge the mental shift, how all the things heâd been programmed to enjoy as a straight man had suddenly lost all interest. Sports, women, beer, performative masculinity; all of them now struck him as repellent. He was still interested in the gym, but that was just to ogle the guys and get pumped and pretty. His new priorities revolved around fashion and skin care and music and dancing, completing his transition from straight jock to flamboyant femme. Adam knew heâd just become a stereotype, but it wasnât as if the game dealt in subtlety. âOmigod! Girl, Iâm, like, sooooo fucking gay. Like, gay. Like, dick-sucking, purse-buying, brunch-with-the-girls GAY,â he cried, suddenly feeling like a stranger in his own skin. He squirmed in his seat, wanting to peel out of his clothes the way Owen had. Not because they were suffocating, but because the loose t-shirt, mesh shorts and boxers felt frumpy and ugly. He wanted tight, bright and colorful, not drab and generic.
âWoooowwww,â Owen laughed. The reaction was borne more out of surprise than at his friendâs expense as he struggled to wrap his head around the caricature that Adam had become. The other man had never been the most macho guy in a room, but even Adam in his least masculine moments was nowhere near the muscle queen pouting across the room. âThatâs going to take some getting used to.â
The brunette flapped a hand onto his chest, biting at his lower lip. âIt was, like, weird enough wanting a dick up my ass. But, like, feeling naked without my foundation and concealer? What the fuck?!â
âBro, donât talk to me about feeling naked,â Owen sighed, his cock steadily twitching back to life. âIâm about to start jerkinâ it again over here.â
Adam couldnât believe how odd, and wrong, it suddenly seemed for his friend to refer to him as âbro.â The label felt as if it no longer applied, as if he was no longer part of the same group despite his outward appearance. âSorryâŚI know I shouldnât be complaining, I justâŚâ
âIâm not mad at you, man,â Owen grinned, absently toying with his cock as promised. âThis is actually kinda hot. You being all buff and queeny and shit while Iâm sitting here tugging on this straight jock meat? Fuck, dudeâŚweâd make so much money on OnlyFriends,â he chuckled. It was becoming clear that Owenâs lack of a filter intensified in time with his arousal, as was proven when he started tugging on himself again in full. âBro, for realâŚdo it with me. Whip that shit out!â
It took every ounce of Adamâs self control not to comply. âI donât think we have time for that right now,â he sighed, painfully aware of the damp spot forming at the crest of his tented shorts. âOwenâŚfor realâŚlikeâŚwhat do we do? We canât just keep this up,â he huffed, still jarred by his altered tone.
âWhat CAN we do,â Owen shrugged. âIâm open to ideas, dude. But either hurry up and figure out a plan or take your shot...I think this thing is starting to vibrate over here.â
Comments
Hugh Michelsen
Very hot.
Gorbant
At the rate things are going, Adam is going to end up with a toy on his chair and no choice but to use it to keep playing!
LuciferDragonshift
Legendary. â¤ď¸
The Screaming Moist
Next Monday!
LuciferDragonshift
OMG. That is so hot! Please tell me there's going to be a part two?
