Models: Reece Jackson & Kai Taylor
As the sordid wet slurping of today’s cumdump drifted through the lust-infused air, Marvin wondered if this was what it felt like to be a king.
The argument could definitely be made, albeit in a twisted sort of way. After all, for most of history it was the right of emperors and sovereigns to take as many concubines as they pleased, and right now Rico – the greedy cocksucker busily worshipping Marvin’s throbbing dick – was doing a fine job of fulfilling that role. Around them, meanwhile, the shadowy room was populated by a dozen more handsome men in various states of undress, all shamelessly giving in to their carnal urges, which from Marvin’s perspective made them the perfect royal court. What’s more, Marvin owned a slew of other sex dens just like this all across the city, all of which were frequented by scores of insatiable deviants, and if that didn’t count as an empire he wasn’t sure what did.
Yet perhaps the most striking evidence for his kingship was the throne he was currently sprawled in. Sure, it wasn’t exactly regal – just a battered leather recliner padded with a pair of tie dye pillows. However, not only did everybody knew the chair was off limits to all except him, but whenever he sat upon it his entire court were desperate to grovel at his feet and kiss his ring (a ring definitely not of the jewellery variety). That sure sounded like a throne to Marvin.
And like every great kingdom, Marvin’s was built on a commodity he alone could supply: G-lixir.
Glancing around the room of greedy addicts, he allowed himself a smug expression; these days it was almost too easy to control his subjects. When he first began dealing G-lixir his customer base had been small enough to count on one hand. But over time he had tempted more and more into trying his wares, and in doing so word got out about the unique pleasures Marvin’s merchandise could provide. Slowly but surely they had come to him – the horny, the insatiable, even just the sordidly curious – and once they became entangled in his web they never escaped again.
With nobody else to supply their addiction Marvin had been able to expand his business into an industry. By the time other dealers started grasping the vast demand for G-lixir, he had enough influence to either buy them out or make them conveniently disappear (which is to say pump them full of enough G-lixir Sub that they forgot their own names, then set them up with a job at the local gay sauna, whose staff were always keen for willing new employees).
Even the authorities were powerless in his territory. At first he came up against plenty of opposition, but Marvin had planned for such eventualities. Not only were his drug dens very well hidden – varying in location from the basement of a disused office block to the holiday home of one of his several millionaire clients – but all were lined with blankets from floor to ceiling. Even the doorways between rooms were draped with heavy curtains.
These served two functions. Firstly, they concealed the sins within from any prying eyes. But more importantly they insulated each room from any airflow. In doing so they kept in the thick, cloying atmosphere of aerosolised G-lixir, thereby ensuring it was impossible to spend more than a minute in any of Marvin’s dens without succumbing to transformation. The gas was so dense the very air was tinged a faint blue, while the particles were fine enough to overwhelm standard issue police masks. Indeed, any attempted raids only ended in failure, and after losing dozens of officers to Marvin’s corruption the higher-ups had deemed his dens no-go sites.
In truth, Marvin almost missed the times when he got by on cunning alone. By now well over two-thirds of the local authorities were in his pocket (even Marvin had been surprised how many officials were happy to engage in extramarital affairs with G-lixir junkies), while those who weren’t knew better than to mess with the city’s underworld overlord.
A small sliver of Marvin found being untouchable profoundly boring. Fortunately, there was always some willing cumdump to take his mind off that.
Tangling a hand in Rico’s hair, Marvin’s features were twisted by a cold smirk. ‘Good boy. This is where you belong now: on your knees obeying my every command. Mmmh, just you wait – by the time I’m finished with you you’ll be so far gone you’ll make those guys look like saints.’
Without breaking rhythm, Rico followed Marvin’s gaze. The dealer was looking at a trio of handsome hunks on the adjacent sofa. Two had clearly juiced up on G-lixir Bull, for each was the size of a small mountain with huge muscles rippling beneath sweat-slick skin. The third had visibly different tastes: clad in a full-body rubber suit with holes only for the mouth and ass, he was a textbook G-lixir Gimp addict. As Marvin and Rico watched the bulls spitroasted their plaything, grunting as his greedy holes engulfed each thrust all the way to the base. The gimp’s howls were mostly muffled by the cock buried in his throat, but on the rare occasion he was allowed to catch his breath he spent the time desperately begging for the men to use him harder.
The idea of Marvin warping his pet into something even more hedonistic the trio seemed unthinkable, but they both knew he wasn’t bluffing. After all, Rico wasn’t just another junkie. He was a threat. And threats were something Marvin would not tolerate.
Until very recently, Rico had been a reporter. Marvin had heard of him before, mostly from his contacts in the judicial system, and by all accounts Rico was a skilled investigator with a knack for exposing corporate corruption. Naturally Marvin made sure to keep tabs on all such individuals, so when Rico showed up a few days ago at a local gay bar Marvin recognised him immediately.
Despite Rico’s investigative prowess reeling him in had been child’s play. Clearly unaware his cover was already blown, Rico had posed as a G-lixir junkie and used the guise to ask questions about Marvin’s dens. After a while Marvin invited him to the nearest one, and even he had to admit Rico did an admirable job of staying in character even as inside he was surely wildly excited about being welcomed into the heart of the world he intended to expose.
However, Rico’s downfall came mere moments after entering the den. Although the authorities had learned from experience about the drug-infused atmosphere within Marvin’s dens, the information was not public knowledge. As such, Rico had swaggered obliviously into the building and within seconds was convulsing on the ground. Marvin, of course, was unaffected – one of the perks of being permanently high on your own supply – and so had watched on smugly as the latest threat to his empire fell like all the rest.
Rico’s transformation had been more mental than physical. The aerosolised G-lixir was undeniably strong, but there was no substitute for the liquid version. As such, the changes were mostly limited to a few pounds of lost muscle and slightly fuller lips. Still, when he came to his senses the reporter was crippled by arousal, so when Marvin offered him a vial of the glittering blue fluid he gulped it down without a second thought.
After another bout of orgasmic writhing, Rico was far less recognisable. The G-lixir had whittled his well-built frame down into a lither, leaner build – the kind of subtly muscular physique that induced by fucking wildly at every opportunity – while his pale brown buzzcut burst out into a shock of tangled black.
All the lost body mass left his shirt hanging from his shoulders, and when he eventually stood up neither his trousers nor boxers came with him, instead falling around his ankles so that his cock was now only concealed by his too-big shirt. Not that he cared: after the change Rico was too horny for his disoriented mind to even process, so stolen modesty was the least of his concerns. Indeed, all echoes of the man he had been were so ruthlessly erased he practically tackled Marvin, kissing him voraciously before they hit the blanket-padded floor.
Though Rico had spent the following twenty-four hours fucking himself senseless with any cock that came close, in the days since he’d occasionally shown brief spells of resistance. Indeed, though he had not left the den once since his transformation, all that time spent exclusively sucking and fucking the other junkies to exhaustion (rumours of his insatiability had even drawn in addicts who usually only frequented other dens), he’d also become increasingly vocal about his determination to escape Marvin’s clutches.
Which was what made it so much hotter that now, as he continued to gorge on Marvin’s cock, Rico watched the nearby bulls and their gimp with an expression of raw, uninhibited longing.
‘Aw, that’s adorable,’ Marvin chuckled. ‘You actually want me to make you like them, don’t you?’
Finally returning his gaze to the dealer, Rico nodded, his brows knitting together pleadingly and his eyes bright with desperation. His tongue swirled even quicker around Marvin’s shaft, clearly eager to please.
‘Don’t worry, boy, I’m a man of my word. The question is, which one will I turn you into?’ Ensnaring his fingers in Rico’s hair he twisted the man’s head around to face the fucking trio once again. ‘A troglodyte bull too dumb to do anything but thrust and nut? A greedy gimp endlessly bred until he has cum for brains? Or maybe something else. I mean I have G-lixir strains that can turn you into any guy I like, and I’m always happy to experiment.’
With a sudden savagery Marvin wrenched Rico from his cock. The sub’s lips came away with a wet slurp and the next second Marvin was leering into his face, eyes burning like freshly-fallen meteorites.
‘But first you’re going to tell me everything about your little story, or I’ll make sure you never taste a single drop of G-lixir ever again.’
Suddenly finding himself pressed up against Marvin’s thrown, Rico barely had time to register what was happening before the dealer’s cock was burrowing into his hole. Marvin had ordered all the junkies to keep the new arrival constantly lubed up for ease of use, to the point that even while Rico was going down on his corrupter other men had occasionally approached from behind to do so, and as a result he slid easily inside. Immediately Rico gripped the pillows of the throne until his hands shook, mouth falling open in a whimpering moan.
Before he could close it again Marvin was kissing him.
Rico was not the first threat Marvin had removed in this way, nor would he be the last. And if those previous experiences had taught the G-lixir king anything, it was that the more overwhelmed a mind becomes the easier it is to corrupt. The killing blow was always delivered with words rather than actions, but those words had a far greater effect when his prey was out of their mind with pleasure.
Hence with every movement he aimed to push Rico closer to the brink. His pace was impossible to predict – now fast, now slow, now hard, now gentle, keeping Rico forever uncertain of what to expect. His kissing was similarly erratic, fluctuating from rough to tender to manic and back again without any warning. Moreover, when he eventually pulled away to speak he also shifted into an upright kneeling position, freeing up his hands to reach down and jerk Rico off with just as much variability.
‘Here’s how this is going to work,’ Marvin said, his expression and tone as amicable as if he were discussing a business deal. ‘You are going to tell me everything. What information you’ve gathered on my operation; which members of the authorities you’ve tied to me; what aroused your suspicions in the first place; who knows about your story and who they might have shared it with. For every honest answer you give me you’ll get a week’s worth of free G-lixir in return. Of course, if I find out you’ve been lying then I’ll cut you off permanently.’
Warming to his subject Marvin slowed his pace to allow each thrust to steadily penetrate deep. He was rewarded with an expression close to ahegao from his toy.
‘Then after that you’re going to help me fix the mess you’ve created. Given the story you’ve been working on, making you disappear would look too suspicious, so from now on you are going to be my inside man at the newsroom. You’ll convince your colleagues that your investigation turned up nothing. You’ll steer them away from looking into my dens themselves. And if you have even the slightest suspicion that anybody is onto me, then you’ll bring them here so we can teach them where they belong.’
Rico was nodding now, his face creased with agonising ecstasy. ‘On their knees, serving you,’ he panted.
‘Exactly,’ Marvin grinned.
It was clear he had already ruined Rico’s will to resist. The boy was once again staring longingly at the ongoing threesome nearby, while even the self-loathing which had been carved into his features since his transformation had faded. But Marvin still could not resist emphasising how hopeless the reporter’s plight truly was.
‘By the way, in case you have any stupid ideas about trying to betray me once you leave here, think again. The withdrawal effects from G-lixir are almost impossible to endure with your sanity intact: most folks who try to kick it end up as mindless gooners. But even those few who do stay sane don’t remain clean for long. Though the physical changes will wear off, the lust never goes away and no matter what you do you’ll always be desperate to lose yourself to orgasmia.
‘Of course, if you’ve betrayed me then you won’t be getting any more G-lixir, so at that point you’ll settle for any transformation drug. After one of my ex-clients withdrew he was so manic he downed an entire bottle of X-Change Bimbo pills and now he’s too dumb to even say his own name. Sooner or later it becomes impossible to keep hiding your addiction, and when your life starts crumbling the only thing you can think to do is transform more.’
Without warning Marvin pulled out. Rico’s face twisted with longing, but a moment later the warmth of Marvin’s hands on his skin sent soothing arousal through his insides. Gently guiding Rico down onto his back at the foot of the throne, Marvin lowered his voice to a soft, calming tone.
‘But none of that has to happen to you,’ he cooed. ‘I can help you keep your life under control. This can be our little secret. You just have to do as I ask and nobody will ever know what an insatiable cockslut you are. Doesn’t that sound better? Why would you want to lose everything when you can have the best of both worlds?’
Again, Rico nodded. ‘Yes, my king,’ he sighed, his voice shallow.
Marvin allowed himself a devious smile: it was all just so easy. Then, snaking a hand up to clasp Rico’s neck, he eased his hips down so that his ass was nestled over the head of the junkie’s rigid cock. Immediately Rico’s hands flew to cup his cheeks and a low whine seeped from his lips.
‘Good boy,’ Marvin said.
Then with a deviant chuckle the city’s kingpin of cock sank down and took one for himself. The erotic heat of Rico’s throbbing rod blossomed through his insides, spreading like a wildfire, and as he began to rock his hips Marvin felt the buzz of triumph swirling through the flames. By the time they locked lips Rico belonged to him in mind, body and soul – all of which Marvin was eager to endlessly corrupt as his new toy spiralled ever downwards into depravity…
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I’ll be honest, I had to do a bit of consideration before I started writing this one. Because on the one hand I really love the story, but on the other hand I was very cautious of typecasting Kai Taylor.
This is because the only other time he has shown up on my blog was last year in a story called G-lixir Junkie, in which he played a different G-lixir drug dealer. I’m very conscious of the whole ‘black man drug dealer’ stereotype, and while it didn’t bother me that much the first time (primarily because it was stated in that story that his character regularly shifted between genders and ethnicities, hence that was simply the body they had chosen that day rather than a permanent one), this time around it made me more uncomfortable.
Obviously, in the end I did write it. The main reason for that was that regardless of the models involved I really loved the story. Indeed, I figure that’s pretty evident by the fact that this one involves a substantial amount more worldbuilding was strictly necessary, but which I enjoyed concocting so much I couldn’t bring myself to cut it out. However, I was unable to find another gallery that I felt worked as well with it and so decided to run with this one regardless. At one point I considered having Jackson playing the role of the dealer, but Taylor had by far the strongest ‘in charge’ vibes and it just felt like I was trying to force something where it didn’t belong. I also considered making this a sequel to G-lixir Junkie, but the two characters felt wildly different and it also didn’t make much narrative sense because in this one Marvin purely deals in G-lixir, whereas Taylor’s previous character traded in far more varied transformation drugs. Again, it just didn’t feel right, so I opted against that approach too.
What I have decided is that if Taylor does show up on my blog again he will be serving a very different role. I’m not saying there won’t be any G-lixir or other transformation drugs involved because there’s a high chance there will be, but his character definitely won’t be a dealer or anything close to it. He is definitely amongst my favourite gay models and I do not wish for that to be dragged down by any problematic stereotypes, so I don’t intend to run that risk a third time.
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