Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 18:07:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Alistair Bentley <xformguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Headshop-Neighbors-Chapter 4-The Ring

Headshop: Neighbors
Chapter 4: The Ring

By Xformguy@yahoo.com


It was only because he was currently a quadruped that Duane didn't fall
over. His body was shaking so violently that Cameron could only sit there
with his hard-on and watch, his heart pounding and his head flushing with
endorphins.

It was hard to tell at first what was happening, but Duane was letting out
a deep, throaty groan and reached high and frantic toward the end of it,
approximating a bray. It was as if something internal to his body was
changing. Then, his legs changed from the donkey haunches they had been to
the human legs they should have been. The haunch separated back into thighs
and calves as a knee poked out of it and the muscles shifted and resettled
back into the huge quads that Cameron remembered Duane having.

Most disturbing were his feet, his sprang back from hooves. The great black
hoof at the end of his leg was apparently one of his toes, because the
other four started to grow out alongside it, and the one huge toe-hoof
shrank slowly back to normal size. Duane's heel reformed out of part of his
haunch and, within a couple of minutes, he both of his legs had completely
reformed.

Duane's breath had caught while all this happened and when he could finally
flex his feet again, he started gulping in hair and releasing each gulp in
shattering groans. Duane's back end fell onto his knees as the shuddering
continued. Cameron watched the same Duane's hands reform out of his front
hooves the same way his feet had, as missing fingers regrew from the base
of each hoof and his arms shortened as they changed. Duane screamed out
something that Cameron couldn't understand, and his hands were completely
hands again.

The shuddering stopped, but unfortunately, Duane's wasn't fully human
again. He angled back on his knees, sitting down fully on the carpet, and
leaned forward until his face was in the carpet. Duane was reeling from the
sensations - - Cameron remembered what it had felt like for him. But he
still had donkey ears and a ropey tail coming off his backside. Some of the
dark gray hair had flaked off, but his legs and ass were still covered in
it.

Cameron was still panting, his heart still racing. It wasn't from
witnessing what had just happened to Duane. THAT he had expected to be
strange and unnatural. He sat, legs extended, looking down at his insistent
hard-on, pink and erect from the shiny silver cock ring that was stuck on
his body. He made another half-hearted attempt to remove it, but when his
fingers touched the metal, it contracted painfully again, as if it were
going to pinch his genitals off. When he let go of it, it expanded a
little, maintaining enough of a grip on him to keep his cock rock-hard, but
no longer painful.

He touched his cock and his mind shook with the pleasure of it. The ring
was making his cock more sensitive somehow, overwhelmingly so. With his
hand on his cock, he could think of nothing else BUT his cock. He let got
of it, afraid of what might happen. If this were like the slime - - some
tool of his asshole neighbors to fuck with him, there was no telling what
could occur. For all he knew he could mutate into a duck or something.

But . .  . there was Duane, naked, mostly human, his ass right there. He
wasn't changed back yet and Cameron and he both knew that another load
could fix him. Cameron pulled his legs under him and moved forward to
Duane. He took hold of Duane's hips and lifted him onto his knees just
enough to gain access to his hole.

Duane muttered, "What are you . . ."

But Cameron slid his cock fully into Duane's hole, planting it to the base
with one solid stroke. Cameron's back arched with the sheet sensation of
Duane's hole closing around the base of his cock and Duane barked out a
grunt. Cameron's mind was solid on his cock and he slid it out and back in
to the hilt again, sighing with the pleasure. Cameron got his feet flat on
the floor, his legs spread around Duane's, and he started to pump without
thought, relishing the pure sensation of it. Duane reached up and touched
his huge donkey ears to confirm they were real and the emotion in his
grunting and sighing seemed more desperate than the moment before.

Cameron fucked away, losing himself. He dug into the carpet with his toes
and found himself covering over Duane's huge back, holding onto his
hips. He felt his forehead touch Duane's skin - - newly smooth - - and his
own hot breath wash back onto his mouth from Duane's body. The ring around
his genitals was pulsing, sending vibrations up and down his shaft and into
the meat of his pelvis. He felt his own asshole tingle with the vibrations
and it drove him nuts.

Duane was a trooper; he stayed on his hand and knees, huge muscles flexing
to hold Cameron's weight. He was sweating and sighing and taking Cameron's
hard thrusts without complaint.

"I'm . . . almost there . . . buddy," Cameron said, his cheek against
Duane's lower back.

Duane didn't say anything, but he stayed put. His tail, trapped between
Cameron and Duane's body, flailed, eventually working it's way around
Cameron's cock to stick out between Cameron's legs too. The tassel at the
end flicked around Cameron's ass, tickling it, before whipping and slapping
him from behind. Cameron moaned and then his breath caught.

He shot into Duane a second time, just as hard and long as the first. The
head rush that assaulted Cameron tipped him over onto Duane's back and left
his cheek stuck to Duane's slick skin. When Cameron could feel the internal
shudders rippling through Duane's body, he disengaged, sliding himself out
and back onto the floor.

Duane didn't stand, but he shook his head back and forth and muttered
curses. His ears receded back into his head, reforming into normal human
ears as they did. His tail also slowly shrank, as if Duane were drawing it
back into his body with spasmodic hip thrusts. Cameron watched it happen
with the same belief-disbelief that he'd experienced when he'd watched his
own mutations grow. It didn't seem possible, yet here it was happening. His
mind accepted and rejected it in equal measures, pushing him out of
himself, as if he were watching a special effect in movie or something.

Duane finally stood up straight on his feet and stretched his back. He
turned around, fully human, yet sporting a deflating erection that made
Cameron blink. He had known Duane was hung, but shit! Even his
half-erection was longer and thicker than Cameron's full one. He looked
down at his own cock, still trapped in the ring, still hard as a pipe, and
still bobbing.

There was awkward silence as they looked at one another, both human,
straight, and partially erect. They were friends and that feeling seemed to
assert itself again, as the strangeness that had been implanted in their
minds and bodies faded. Duane kept fingering his ears, still checking they
were back to normal, and Cameron sat up, hiding his erection between his
legs. He had the impulse to leave and looked around for his clothes.

"Cam," Duane said slowly, looking at the floor, "I need some time . . ."

Cameron stood up and head for his underwear, turning his back on Duane. "I
get it," he said sincerely. He dressed quickly, trapping his erection in
his pants and angling it toward his hip, and Duane left the room.

Cameron left Duane's apartment without telling him and head down to the
street. It was late and the adrenaline high that had fueled him was wearing
off. The walk back to his own apartment building was cold and exhausting,
and his cock kept rubbing harshly against his underwear the entire way.

He got to his floor and, when the elevator doors parted, Cameron was seized
by fear. His hallway - - at once familiar and threatening - - extended out
before him. He walked down it cautiously, trying to be actually sneak, and
when he passed THEIR door, he stopped and stared at it. The stench of pot
smoke was leaking from under the door in waves and the ring - - it clenched
tighter and sent what felt like electricity shooting into his nuts. Cameron
gasped and hurried away, afraid to start anything new with these assholes.

In his apartment, he shed his clothes and took what felt like the tenth
shower of the day. He soaped himself up and down, checking again that his
body had returned to normal. Once again, he had the same lean, taut frame
he remembered, with his brown body hair in all the places he remembered and
no new appendages. The only strange thing was the engraved silver cock ring
he couldn't remove and the full-on erection that it caused. He soaped it up
and washed the pre-cum off it, but the shivers that doing so sent up his
spine produced more. His cock started to vibrate again, as if it were
battery powered.

Cameron had had enough. The nightmare of the last several hours and his
fatigue let him ignore the promise of pleasure that these vibrations
offered. He finished his shower quickly, steeling himself against the
sensations. A quick toweling off, and Cameron crawled into bed and let his
exhaustion overtake him.

He drifted for a long time, his mind still keyed up from the what had
happened, still trying to process the impossibilities he and Duane had been
forced to endure. His body relaxed - - all except for his cock - - and he
lay there like a dead man for what seemed like hours. He had trouble
letting go completely, fearing some reversion back to an animal, and every
so often, his hips would start humping the mattress fiercely until his cock
would ooze out more pre-cum. In the earliest part of the morning, the ring
got the message and loosened enough for his erection to subside and Cameron
fell asleep.

Cameron didn't awaken until well into the afternoon on Saturday. He groped
his way out of the bed and to the bathroom, concerned that he had a fresh
piss-hard-on. He did his business, but it didn't go away. With a head full
of weirdness from the night before, he didn't feel up to jacking off, and
just tried to ignore it. He spent the day in tented out sweats, trying to
relax on the couch. His whole body ached today, every muscle seemed
stretched and sore. He figured that forced mutation had taken its toll.

He didn't call Duane. Somehow, he couldn't. Something had passed between
them and he feared it had damaged their friendship. It was hard to have
fucked your friend and things stay the same. He couldn't imagine how Duane
was feeling now and he didn't now how Duane would react to him when they
saw one another. He had all these flashed of the sexual contact, the
supremely satisfying feeling of putt himself inside Duane's body. When he
thought of these things, his cock would vibrate hard and he'd start leaking
pre-cum like a sieve. He had always leaked a little, just enough for lube,
but whatever the ring was doing to him, it had increased ten-fold.

On the couch, his cock was so hard and feeling so intense, that he had to
shove down his sweats and hold it. In his hand, it felt thicker, wider. It
wasn't longer by any means, still his normal six-incher, but it felt two or
three inches thicker. He jacked it and pre-cum bubbled out of this slit,
making Cameron sigh and throw his head back. His cock shuddered with what
felt like a micro-orgasm and a huge dollop of clear fluid spurt from him,
landing on his belly. It was pre-cum, slick and slimy. He got a handful of
it and started jack in earnest. Cameron lost himself in the sensations
until he was flogging himself as fast as he could. The orgasm came up
excruciatingly slow, but it had power behind it that belied a mere jack-off
session. It broke over him like a hurricane and it tore through his body,
sending ropes of cum shooting over his torso. He counted ten before he had
to stop touching himself.

He lay panting on the couch for a while, still idly playing with
himself. The smell of his own cum was strong in his nose, and it was
keeping him horny. It only took him a couple of minutes before he succumbed
to it and started slowly jacking again, paying attention to the shaft and
avoiding the oversensitive helmet.

Cameron was 37 years old and had long since learned to control his sex
drive. Like any guy, he'd gone through puberty and been driven crazy by new
hormones. In his twenties, he'd gained freedom to fuck whom he wanted and
he'd done it, dating many women and learning real sexual techniques to
prolong his pleasure. He'd learned how to control himself. Now, it seemed
that this ring was driving him away from his control. He ended up naked,
shedding his clothes completely, and jacking off incessantly. He felt like
he was fifteen again, hiding up in his bedroom and stealing jack-off after
school.

These weren't normal masturbations - - as any guy knew, masturbation, while
pleasurable, was a poor substitute for real sex - - these events were like
real sex. Stroking his cock felt like he was fucking someone, diving his
cock into a warm, living hole, instead of his palm. The ring was sending
electricity into his nuts and even deeper into the meat of his pelvis,
hitting some spot that made him jump each time it surged. The ring wouldn't
stop. Cameron jacked off three times in a row, slow, luxurious experiences
that left him panting and sticky.

He finally gave up trying to placate the ring and got showered. Once he was
clean, he felt more in control of himself and maybe the ring was giving him
a break. He felt his erection subside a little, but only a little. He got
dressed in his sweats again, his body still aching from the night before,
and he took a long nap. When he woke, it was late in the afternoon. He had
a new erection and when he turned over, it resettled in his sweats. He
reached down through the waistband and touched it, sending shivers up the
shaft.

On the bedside table, Cameron's cell phone chirped. He released himself,
rolled over, and retrieved the phone. On the display a face he had never
programmed into his phone: it was Brandon. Cameron did nothing for a long
moment while the phone went through another series of chirps. He hadn't
programmed Brandon into his phone, which means that someone else had. The
idea that Brandon had gained access to his apartment without him knowing
was disturbing in itself, but the violation from the day before was still
fresh and Cameron's mind began playing through scenarios of what else
Brandon might've done in his apartment, to his things, without Cameron's
knowledge.

The phone chirped again, then fell into voicemail. Cameron didn't want to
talk to Brandon. Suddenly, Cameron felt pain in the head of his cock. It
wasn't very harsh, but it felt like someone was thumping it with their
finger. The phone rang again, starting it's series of rings over
again. Brandon's face appeared again on the display. The thumping on his
cock got more intense and Cameron got the message. He flipped it over and
answered. The thumping on his cock subsided.

"You've still got it on," Brandon's smarmy voice said.

Cameron didn't respond for a moment, his mind playing through the
situation. The cock ring that was struck on his body was another "thing"
that Brandon owned, like the slime that had mutated him and Duane. It was
another method of control. He realized how stupid he'd been to put it on,
but it had felt necessary at the time. He realized too that they - -
Brandon and the Latino boy - - had left it specifically for that reason. It
had been a trap.

He looked down at himself, still hard in his sweats, still sporting the
hardest erection he'd ever had, still feeling horny and sensual. "Yeah,"
was all he said into the phone.

"So, now you're having a long, slow blowjob," Brandon described, "the mouth
sliding down around your head and across your sweet spot, then down your
shaft to deep throat you, holding it there, coming back up."

As the words were spoken, Cameron felt them. The wet, warm mouth teasing
his glans, the tongue sliding hard against his frenum, the moistness and
heat on his shaft as the invisible, intangible mouth engulfed him. He
steeled himself against making any sound - - not wanting to give Brandon
the satisfaction - - but he couldn't stop from bucking his hips upward as
the "mouth" reached his pubes and lingered there a moment, before slowly
reversing itself.

"Why are you doing this?" Cameron asked breathlessly into the phone.

"Giving you pleasure?" Brandon asked, "Don't you want pleasure?"

Cameron couldn't answer for a second because the mouth was making its
descent on his cock again. "You fucking faggot," Cameron accused quietly,
"You know what I mean. This is a . . . violation."

"Oh," Brandon said harshly, "Maybe we'll talk about it in person in a
couple of hours. Right now, the blowjob your getting will get more intense
with every time it descends to your pubes. Have fun."

The phantom mouth engulfed him again, and this time, he couldn't suppress a
moan. His hips bucked off the bed and he dropped the phone. Cameron lay
there, with the phantom sensations blowing him teasing him up and down. As
Brandon had ordered, each time the mouth took him in, the sensations were
more intense than the time before. Within minutes, he was leaking a lake of
pre-cum in his sweats, until he just discarded them and his shirt. He tried
to jack off, but when his hands made contact with the flesh, his palm felt
like sandpaper and he had to take it off. He lay there, frustrated, forced
to "endure" the pleasure that rocked through his body.

He wanted to shoot. He wanted to have the orgasm within only a few minutes
of Brandon's words, but the mouth . . . the mouth was an expert and worked
his cock just enough to keep him high without popping him over. It didn't
take him long to reach the edge, he was just trapped there.

Cameron didn't want to call Brandon. He knew that Brandon's number was in
his phone. He could call him and ask him to stop. But Cameron also knew
that this was a game of control for Brandon. This was about breaking
Cameron's will. He had to endure this. If he didn't, Brandon would win - -
and who knew what that would mean?

Cameron rolled over onto the bed and started frantically humping the
mattress. He pushed a pillow underneath him and thrust his cock into
it. This produced a weird mixture of sensations as the directly physical
mixed with the phantom and he was getting blown and humped at the same
time. He still couldn't cum. He knew Brandon was preventing it. He looked
at the time on the cell phone. It has been about fifteen minutes.

True to Brandon's orders, each time the mouth descended, the sensations got
more intense, until Cameron was enduring them with a shuddering moan. His
body vibrated as the mouth hit his pubes, every muscle clenched. Then when
it started to slide up, he would exhale a powerful cry and he'd double-over
in ecstasy as the mouth crossed his glans. He was sweating and his heart
was racing wildly. He was barely able to catch his breath. Then it would
all happen again. On the clock, it had been an hour.

>From there, time shattered. Cameron was moved into a state of mind that
felt literally insane. He couldn't think straight as he lost control of his
body. It moved and flexed on its own accord. He bucked and fucked the air
with abandon. He rolled and stood and squatted, but nothing helped. He was
spurting pre-cum at a rate that amazed him. Everything thought in his head
was about sex and about how he could cum faster, but nothing helped - - he
was no closer than before.

When the phone chirped again, Cameron had all but forgotten about it. He
scrambled to find it among the blankets he'd bunched up in his throes. It
was Brandon, naturally. Cameron clicked open the phone but said nothing;
all he could do was pant.

"Ready yet?" Brandon's voice asked. Again, Cameron said nothing and
Brandon's chuckle on the other end seemed to recognized his distress. "Come
to your door naked and let me in."

The phone clicked off. Cameron cursed and dropped it as the mouth hit
bottom again. He rolled out of bed and walked toward the door, stopping in
the hallway as the mouth hit bottom and his body locked up. He made it to
the front door, but hesitated. He knew Brandon had won. These devices - -
these things - - he had were something that Cameron couldn't defeat. It was
clear now. Yet, when his hand reached for the deadbolt, he hesitated. Could
he just give up?

Brandon's knock came softly. "Little pig, little pig . . ."

Cameron cursed and unlocked the door, stepping away from it as he
did. Brandon opened the door just a crack, slid inside, and shut it. He was
dressed in a loose t-shirt, a pair of dirty jeans, and socks and, like
before, he propped himself against the door and jutted his hips out a
little. Cameron shook his head, as if trying to shake the memory of the
blowjob he'd been forced to give Brandon out of his head. He didn't want to
repeat it, but he knew that he'd do just about anything for the
pleasure-torture he was undergoing to stop. All he could do was stand
there, trembling, his cock at full mast, and endure the phantom mouth that
was blowing him to oblivion.

Brandon held up a silver metal ring, a match to the one that Cameron had
around his cock and balls. "Enjoying yourself?" Brandon asked
sarcastically.

"Make it stop," Cameron demanded.

"I don't take orders well," Brandon shot back harshly, "I give them. Right
now, I order your cock to become three times more sensitive."

Cameron groaned and fell to his knees as the sensations in his cock became
suddenly, incredibly, painfully more intense. It was as if the neural
impulses from that part of his body were crowding out all the others in his
brain; now, it was all he could think of. He had to cum. He ached for it to
the depths of his bones.

"See, asshole?" Brandon said, "I give the orders."

"Please!" Cameron choked out. His body had become a sexual machine,
completely out of his control. He was moaning and grinding his hips with
abandon, all thrusting his cock into the phantom mouth that didn't exist.

"You want to cum?"

"YES!" Cameron begged, "Make it stop!"

Brandon just observed Cameron's sexual antic on the floor. He watched as
the older man writhed on his hands and knees, watched as Cameron thrust his
ass into nothing, sending his cock flopping. Cameron was soaked in sweat
and pre-cum, a sheen of liquid that shone in the light from the torch lamps
in the corner. Brandon felt his own cock start to rise in his jeans at the
sight and found himself profoundly attracted.

"Alright," Brandon said, "When you cum, you're going to shoot a pint of cum
before you can stop cumming."

"What?!" Cameron yelled. Would this never end? How could he get out of this
situation? His mind couldn't focus. He couldn't think of a plan of action.

"Yup," Brandon said, "And now you're shooting."

And Cameron did. His entire being locked up into a solid brick of muscle as
the ghostly mouth on his cock brought him over the edge. He fell back on
his heels and leaned back so far his back hit the carpet and he shot. His
cock was pumping like a fire hose. He felt like he was suffocating himself
because he could only take shallow gasping breaths while it happened, but
liquid spurted out of him in a series of lines. It came thick and
jelly-like first, but soon was just liquid. He felt his nuts contract and
his prostate, deep inside his pelvis, spasm uncontrollably as it
happened. He was spewing every bit of cum in his body.

When it was over, he lay there, gulping down air and feeling a massive
endorphin wave overtaking him. He couldn't move; he couldn't think
straight. He lay there until Brandon's socked foot nudged his head.

Cameron woke as if from a long sleep. "What?" he asked lazily. He made a
half-hearted attempt to bat Brandon's foot away, but his hand never even
made contact.

"God you're hot," Brandon said, standing over him.

"Take the ring off," Cameron murmured, "Take it off."

Then Brandon was squatting over him. "You want me to take it off, do you?"
he asked.

"Yes," Cameron said emphatically.

"Alright," Brandon said. Cameron could feel Brandon's hands on his genitals
- - this was violation enough - - but Cameron endured it. He had
to. Brandon's fingertips probed around Cameron's oversensitive cock and
reached under his nuts. He got his hand around the heavy metal cock-ring.

But . . . to Cameron's shock . . . Brandon gave a might twist and Cameron's
yelped as a shot of pain went through his groin. He looked up and his eyes
went wide with horror. Brandon stood up, lifting Cameron's cock and balls
in his hands! They had been separated from his body!! They sat in Brandon's
hand, still sporting the metal ring, and Brandon held them up as if to
display them!

Cameron reached for his groin, found the thatch of brown pubic hair there,
but below it - - was a blank space of skin!! His hands flew around the
blankness frantically, searching for his genitals - - but - - they were in
Brandon's hands!!

"Wha . . .the . . .fuck!!" Cameron yelled.

Then Brandon slid Cameron's disembodied cock into his mouth and Cameron
jerked reflexively, his cock still oversensitive from the shot he'd just
made.

"See?" Brandon said, rubbing his thumb over the glans and sending Cameron
into another spasm, "Still alive and feeling . . . just not attached."

Cameron's mind shut off. He couldn't take this. It was too much to process.
He was vaguely aware of Brandon leaving and of the distant sensations his
cock was experiencing, but his fingers were also rubbing the sensitive
blankness in his grown, a patch of fresh, bare skin, and he couldn't
comprehend both sensations at once. It was all just too much . . .