The Formula For Victory
By: Pi-Zero

Brett shook the sweat from his brow, ah victory was sweet! They had won the championship game against all odds. Evan was SO gonna eat his words! The team changed swiftly, not bothering to shower except for the guys who took spills hard enough to get dirt clods inside their gear. Soon, they'd all be too drunk to care and sweaty again from dancing with hot girls.

The team had made a bet with Psi Beta Kappa, the soccer frat, who usually won their games. The deal was this, if the football team won, the Psi's would host a big ass party with drink and food. And, most importantly, they'd bring women. If they lost, the team would do the same for the Psi's.

So the boys were extatic. They had won, and now it was time to reap the rewards, beer, women, and bragging rights. They piled into the team vans and headed for the Psi's house.

The frat boys were not expecting them, to say the least. Brett's team was not very good and they very rarely won anything. To have even gotten to the championships was an extreme accomplishment and an amazing coincidence of luck and random chance. To have actually won the big game was a practical impossibility. The Psi's had thought they had the bet in the bag. They had laughed when Brett had even offered it, knowing the outcome would not be pleasant for the footballers.

As a concequence of their belief in the predestined outcome of the game, the guys had only their normal stores of alcohol and hadn't even begun to try to recruit sororities to come to a party. Evan, the president and captain of the soccer team knew he had to make good on the bet with Brett and kept a level head. They had put together parties in this little time before.

Evan invited the preening jocks in with a smile, "Hey guys! Glad to hear you won! We'll be all set up in a few minutes. Come in and get comfortable! Mi casa es su casa!"

He turned to one of the brothers, "Yo, Casey break *all,* and I mean even Nick's secret stash of scotch - of our alcohol and get Brenner out to buy as much more as he can with our cash. We HAVE to get these boys hammered. And tell Brian to call all the sororities. We need girls, NOW."

Casey ran off to comply and Evan went about getting the football team settled, "Oh, we've got everything coming Brett, we just didn't expect you so soon! Damn, did you even shower? JAKE! Get your scrawny ass out here with your stereo! We need some music!" Luckily for the Psi's they were pretty well set up, and soon the music was pounding and the drink was flowing freely.

Both the frat boys and the jocks had started to get buzzed when Brett grabbed Evan's shoulder, "Dude, where're the girls? You promised us bitches and my men need to let off steam!"

Evan smiled, "Don't you worry my friend, they are on their way!" He hurried off to find Brian, "What the fuck Brian? Where the hell are the girls?"

Brian frowned, "They're all booked, Evan. There's a huge party on westside and they're ALL there! Even the Lamdas!"

Evan grimaced, "Fucking shit, man. You'd better fucking find some fucking women soon or I think those boys out there might just tear the house down looking for 'em!"

Evan went back to where Brett was dancing, "On the way man, on the way. Just you wait."

Brett looked hard at him for a moment and Evan thought for a second that Brett mighthave seen through his lies, but then Brett grinned, "Well, for all the waiting they'd better be some pretty fine pieces of ass!" The party continued.

Fifteen minutes later Brian tapped Evan on the shoulder, "Zip Evan, zero, nada, zilch, NONE."

Evan cursed, "FUCK! Well, we'll just have to hope the boys are too drunk to really want women. Maybe they'll fall asleep or something." The alcohol continued to flow and both the frat boys and the football jocks were hammered.

Brett poked Evan, "Where are the GIRLS, Dude? We're getting fucking horny an' we HAVE to get our fuckin' rocks off." He gestured downward and Evan could see very... sizable evidence that Brett was, in fact, very horny.

Evan laughed nervously, "Uh, you see, about that, Brett... umm, you see the girls wouldn't come. But, who cares, right? I mean you're too drunk to really enjoy it anyways."

Brett's face grew rapidly dark, "I don't think you understand. We really NEED sex."

Evan frowned, "Come on man, even blue balls isn't that bad. You can find a girl tomorrow. You could fuck a dog tonight and barely notice the difference."

Brett growled, "You don't get it, fuckwit. Coach gave us this special drug. It's not illegal 'cause no one knows it exists, but it makes us stronger and faster. But it gets toxic in our bodies and the only way to get rid of the shit is sex. Masturbation doesn't work, some shit about hormones or somethin' purging the toxin."

"So?" Evan shot back, "You were stupid and took a risk, now you're gonna pay for it. Deal with it, buttmonkey."

Brett stepped forward, removing Evan's personal space entirely and towering over the shorter man. His thick sweaty stench filled Evan's nose, "So... You promised us girls, Evan. And you're gonna follow through. You're probably right that we could fuck dogs right now and not notice the difference, but there aren't any dogs here. I've got a team of guys here who want... NEED... some tight ass wrapped around their dicks. And they're going to get it, even if that tight ass is tight frat boy ass."

While Evan stood gaping in disbelief Brett turned to the rest of the room, "Yo, guys!" he shouted. People turned to look at him, "Evan here says the girls aren't comin'."

The football players began to grumble loudly but Brett held up his hand for silence, "But you know what Coach said about purging the stuff from our systems before it got toxic and shit." The jocks nodded.

"Well, the girls aren't here, but I figure we've still gotta have sex. And Evan here kindly pointed out that our dicks wouldn't notice if it was a dog we were fucking up the ass."

A few of the frat boys chuckled before Brett went on, "With that idea on the table, I figure our dicks really don't care what type of ass they're fucking. And a whole lot closer to girls' tight asses than dogs are tight frats asses! They didn't get us the bitches they promised, so I say let them BE the bitches they promised!"

Horror spread like a wave across the Psi's faces as the football players turned to them as one, their need - spurred on by both alcohol and drug - obvious in the tents in each of their pants. Before the boys could get over their initial shock, the jocks had each grabbed one.

The frats struggled frantically, they were athletes, butch and muscular! Things like this didn't happen to them! Unfortunately for them, the football players augmented strength was far too much for them and they were easily overpowered.

"Wait!" a voice shot through to Brett's own struggle with Evan. A freshman by the name of Nathan was standing glaring at Brett across the room, "What the FUCK is this? I ain't no fuckin' faggot! I like pussy dammnit!"

Another freshman stepped out, releasing his captive who then cowered in a corner. Brett recalled his name was Mike, "Yeah! I'm not fuckin' no men!"

Brett just shook his head, "You think I don't like pussy too? I have sex with Katie all the fucking time! But this is all we've got right now," he slapped Evan's ass, "and Coach said we had to get this shit out of our bodies! Personally, I choose to believe him, but suit yourselves."

The two freshman just stood there, glaring. Brett ignored them, "Someone kick up the music, there's gonna be some noise tonight!"

Somebody obliged and the 'festivities' commenced. The boys took varied tacks to their task. Some simply pulled their frat boy's pants down below they're butt and bent them over the nearest chair or table, or made them grab their own ankles. Others stripped their men completely and pinned them flat to the floor. Similarly, some guys spit on their bottom's asses to lube them up while other, lucky, boys dripped enough from their exited members to provide their own lubrication. Soon groans of pleasure mingled with moans of disbelief and pain, headlined by the pounding of the music and flesh on flesh.

For some reason Brett felt compelled to take things a bit slower. He stripped Evan naked, admiring the sight and feel of this tightly muscled body struggling against his own. With his spare hand he pulled his own shirt off, wanting to feel Evan's writhing muscles closer to his own.

Without much effort he lifted Evan onto a nearby low table and pinned him on his back. Brett slipped his arms under Evan's legs and slid them up onto his shoulders. Evan's ass now properly bared, Brett ran his oozing dickhead around the tight pink ring of Evan's virgin sphincter. He rested the tip against that virgin muscle, feeling its involuntary clenching caress the soft helmet of his dick.

He leaned over, almost lying on Evan's chest, inhaling the scent of man beneath him, and slowly forced his way in. The two men gasped in unison. Brett leaned down a little further, bringing his chest into full contact with Evan's and his mouth next to Evan's ear, "Shhhh, relax Evan, that's just the tip. There's still eight inches left to go." he said, breathing heavily. He felt Evan stiffen under him at his words, his ass clenching tight around his dick.

He almost came right then, but somehow he held on, wanting to prolong this experiment a little longer. Evan's eyes were wide with fear and pain as Brett breathed out heavily and pushed another inch into Evan's unyielding ass.

Brett grabbed Evan's eyes with his own, "You have the best, tightest ass I have ever felt, Evan. You can't know how good it feels to your tight, muscled, soccer ass wrapped so deliciously around my big manly dick. To feel your big, muscular jock body tremble and squirm under me as I make you mine."

Suddenly he smiled, You know, my girlfriend always says soccer players have the best asses. I always figgered she was just teasing me but now I know she wasn't joking!" He slapped Evan's dimpled butt and laughed, "So come on, soccer boy. Show me how tight that ass is and how good it can make me feel. Make me feel like a real man, making the big bad frat boy, big man on campus my playtoy. Squirm for me, little man."

Evan's eyes grew hard, "Never, you bastard. When the imps of hell freeze in their fires. When Satan's ice warms. When the polar ice grows JUNGLES!" He spat at Brett.

Brett simply smiled, "Mmm, a little kick in this one. Good. We'll see... girlfriend." And gave Evan a quick, mocking peck on the nose.

A second later Evan's resolve crumbled completely as two more inches of Brett's massive man tool were shoved roughly up into him. He moaned, his ass clenched, and he squirmed, trying to pull away from the invading monster. But folded in half as he was, knees behind his ears, shoulders gripped in Brett's large hands and completely pinned beneath Brett's bulk, there was no hope of escape.

Brett groaned, "That's a good girl, Evan, make your man feel good. Keep it up and I'll be as gentle as I can." Slowly, he pulled out until only the mushroom tip of his dick still lay buried in Evan. And then, equally slowly, and almost gently, he slid back in, to a half inch past where he had been before.

Evan whimpered and a tear slipped down his cheek as he tightened around Brett. Brett leaned forward, holding Evan close, "Shhhh, don't cry. It's alright. Just make your man feel good." Almost tenderly, he kissed the tear away from Evan's face, "Tighten as I pull out then relax as I slide in. Understand?" Brett didn't really know why he was telling Evan this and Evan just nodded mutely, hating himself for it, but unable to do anything else.

Ao, as Brett began his next stroke, pulling out again, Evan tightened his butt and got an approving groan from Brett. And when the monster began to return again, he did his best to relax. Sure enough, it didn't hurt nearly as much, though it wasn't terribly enjoyable. They began to build a rhythm and Brett began to move faster. Suddenly, a few strokes and an inch or two later, Evan's entire body shuddered and involuntarily arched upward to meet Brett his dick rammed into Evan's prostate. He groaned and suddenly his dick was poking Brett hard in the belly.

Brett chuckled, "They say prostate stimulation is incredible. Apparently they're right. See, it's not soo bad." He rested more of his weight on Evan, angling his own dick upward so it rammed more directly into Evan's magic button on each stroke, when Evan would buck and massage Brett's own dick. This shift also began to squeeze Evan's newly hard member between their rippled, sweat slicked stomachs.

Brett's rhythm increased and soon Evan realized he could feel Brett's rough pubes against his butt. His ass was still spread farther than he would have ever thought possible and it still felt like he would split apart at the seams at any moment, but he also felt a pleasant warmth in his gut and Brett's rubbing against his hardness was bringing him close to orgasm.

Brett's breathing was becoming faster and more labored and a few seconds later he drove forwards, all his weight falling onto Evan and his dick driving deeper than ever before. His body spasmed, dick bucking while buried in Evan's depths.

Evan felt his insides suddenly assaulted by a raging torrent of burning hot cum. It shot out of Brett directly into his stomach. And Evan, inexplicably in turn, slipped over the edge. And, clutching at Brett's broad back, he came over and over again, bucking against the larger man and spraying his manhood between their slick stomachs.

They lay for a few moments, breathing shallowly, before Brett lifted himself gently off of Evan, his dick slipping from Evan's abused butt. Evan let go of Brett awkwardly, feeling dirty and betrayed by his own body, and oddly bereft. Brett saw this in his eyes, and impulsively, without thinking about it, reached down and scooped a gob of Evan's cum up on one finger and before Evan's astonished eyes, stuck it in his mouth and sucked it off! He winked at Evan and bent down for the briefest of seconds, and kissed him... on the lips. If asked later, Brett would never be able to answer why he had done either of those things.

He stood up and began pulling his pants back on. Within a few minutes, even the limpest of the guys had managed to cum in his designated frat. Evan looked at Brett, "You know, we can't let you get away with this, Brett. We'll..." He grimaced, "Oww... what the... the room..."

One of the guys looked over, "SHIT! He's... SHRINKING!"

And sure enough, so he was. His body seemed to deflate, collapsing in on itself so quickly that in a matter of second he was reduced to a mere six inches tall!

"Huh, I guess that's why Coach told us to get it out of our systems." Brett remarked, turning to look at Nate and Mike.

They paled and stark terror blew across their faces as they scrambled to grab for the boys they had released earlier. But it was far too late for that. Evan had been the first because Brett had taken the chemical first, but the others weren't far behind. Almost as one, all the frat boys and Nate and Mike began to shrink.

Within a minute all the boys were six inches tall and squirming in in the hands of the players who had fucked them. Brett grabbed Nate and Mike and went back to the table that the now tiny Evan was still standing on. He was trying to decide what to do next while being distracted by the naked, squirming men in his hands. "Hmmm, what to do with you?" he mused, mostly to himself.

But Nathan heard, "What to do? WHAT TO DO?!? Take us to Coach you fucking faggot fucker so he can fix this and I can tell him what I saw! You're gonna be kicked off the team so fast your head will spin! Coach won't let some fucking fairyboy be captain..."

Brett growled, "Is that so?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously, Nathan didn't appear to notice and barreled on, "Yeah, you're gonna be FUCKED, Brett. You'll lose your football scholarship and be out of here. I'm gonna see you gone, so eat me prissy boy." He grabbed his dick, tiny as it was, and shook it at Brett, obviously referring to it with his "eat me" comment, forgetting somehow that his whole body was now the size of his very average dick.

Brett grunted, he knew that Coach didn't care if his players fucked trees and donkeys if they played well, but Nate had pissed him off... and given him an idea. He grinned wickedly at the small man in his hand, "And why would he listen to a little piece of shit like you?"

Nate turned purple with rage, "I've got connections!"

Brett chuckled, "I don't think you understand, Nate dearheart. I meant that Coach isn't generally in the habit of talking to my turds. And that's what you're going to be in a few hours, just a piece of my shit that I'll leave in some bathroom somewhere."

Nate paled, "Wha- what are you talking about?"

Brett grinned, "You told me to eat your dick. YOU are now the size your dick was, so I believe I will honor your request and eat your dick, along with the rest of you!" He turned back to the rest of the team, "Hey boys! Coach told me to make sure there wasn't any evidence when we were done. I understand now what he meant! We have to make sure no one finds these guys. And you know how Coach is always buggin' us to eat more protein? Well, how about a little high protein snack? Just pretend you're a frat boy swallowing a goldfish! All in one go now!" The guys laughed as he held Nate aloft, gripped now by a foot and dangling upside down and wriggling frantically like a grounded fish.

Brett looked up at Nate and licked his lips. Nate struggled, uselessly. Brett slowly lowered Nate down and stuck his tongue out to poke at Nate's face.

Nate spluttered and tried to push away the giant muscle, to little effect, "You can't do this! My father's a powerful man! He'll..."

His protestations were cut off abruptly as Brett's tongue wrapped around the back of Nate's head and pulled it into his mouth.

Brett sucked on Nate's head a moment and then pulled him, gasping for air back out, "Mmm, you taste good Nate, I'm gonna enjoy this!" His tongue flicked out again, this time running up and down Nate's whole body and pulling each arm and leg individually into his mouth to be sucked on. Brett wrapped his tongue around Nate's torso and pulled his whole upper body into his mouth.

He slid Nate in and out of his mouth, kind of like a kid sucking a lollipop. He Mmm'ed appreciatively while doing this, vibrating Nate's body. Finally he pulled Nate back out of his mouth. Nate's brief hopes of release, that this was all a big joke, were dashed as Brett spoke, "Well, say goodbye to the world of the big people Nate! Give my intestines my regards!" With a flourish Brett tossed Nate into the air.

Nate screamed as he flipped end over end through space, tumbling downward toward the gaping cavern of Brett's mouth. Sure enough, Brett's aim was perfect and he plunked head first into Brett's mouth, face resting on Brett's tongue and Brett closed his mouth, flashing a victory sign to the team. Nate's legs remained outside Brett's mouth, emerging from Brett's pursed lips.

Frantically he tried to scramble backwards, out of Brett's mouth and away from the endless darkness of his throat. But Brett wasn't about to let that happen. His tongue flicked out from under Nate and wrapped up between Nate's legs, gripping his crotch and butt and preventing escape. As if that wasn't enough, Brett began to ever so slowly pull his tongue back in, dragging Nate screaming deeper into the darkness.

Now only Nate's legs from the knee down remained in the outside world. Brett winked at the guys near him and put a finger on the bottom of one foot and then the other and pushed the squirming legs into his mouth like errant bits of noodle.

There was very little room to maneuver inside Brett's mouth as Nate's six inch form forced him to hold a rather large mouthful. This didn't stop Brett from savoring the experience a little, pushing Nate around his mouth and allowing him to wrestle with his tongue. He enjoyed the squirming in his mouth and grinned when his tongue inadvertantly pushed against Nate's face, ass, or crotch and the squirming became more frantic. He took a moment to purposefully prod Nate's crotch and ass, recieving his first taste of a man's sex. The taste intrigued him, it wasn't bitter or disgusting as he had expected, but musky and rich.

Finally, he decided it was time, his jaw had begun to ache from holding such a large mass in his mouth. So he 'kissed' Nate goobye, forcing the tip of his tongue into Nate's tiny mouth, and repositioned him so his head was at the entry to his throat. He took a deep breath, and tipped his head back, trying to open his throat like he was bonging a beer.

Nate screamed as he was thrown headlong into the abyss. The guys around Brett marveled at the Nate shaped lump that was becoming visible in their captain's throat.

Nate, of course, was not liquid like beer, so it wasn't so simple as letting him fall. Nate stopped when he was about halfway into Brett's throat, his broadly muscled shoulders preventing him from going further. He allowed himself the briefest of respites from screaming terror to gloat, maybe Brett would choke to death on him.

Brett was having none of that. He swallowed hard and Nate was pushed deeper. Again and again he swallowed, enjoying the feel of the still squirming lump working its way down his throat, until finally he felt Nate slide loose and drop into his stomach. He grinned and flashed victory at the team, striking a pose, "Well, eat your protein boys!"

Brett watched as the football players brought their own wriggling, screaming victims to their mouths. A few played with their catches as much as Brett, but mostly they downed them quickly. None had as much difficulty swallowing their men as Brett had, none of the soccer players being as broad as Nate had been.

Brett found himself getting hard again, watching all these virile young men vanish as squirming bulges down his team's throats, and thought of Evan and Mike, Mike still in his hand and Evan on the table. Surrepticiously he picked up Evan and dropped him down the front of his pants, and then dropped Mike down the back of his pants. He looked around and noticed a few of the other guys forgoing their meal in favore of secreting a shrunken frat boy about their person. He made note of their names for future reference.

Brett was amazed, he could still feel Nate squirming around in his stomach, and that combined with two little men wriggling in his pants was making him terrifically horny. He pulled his shirt on and down over his waist band, trying to hide his arousal. Most of the guys were finished now, "Come one guys, time to head home!" He turned briefly to the two frat boys who had been Mike and Nate's, "We were never here, now were we?" He smiled, and the two terrified boys shook their heads until Brett thought they might come loose.

With that, they left the Psi house, piled into the vans and headed for home. Brett was driving, but the sensations coming from the man trapped in his stomach and Mike squeezed between his cheeks were very distracting and he kept shifting around. His dick kept getting bent at odd angles too.

Five minutes into the ride home, Brett practically ran off the road. He had lifted his leg to fart, increasing the squirming beneath him, and then settled back down. Apparently, however, Mike's legs had shifted during that time and then Brett sat on him. The result? Mike's legs ended up buried up Brett's ass. Brett had never had anything up there before and the sudden intrusion was a surprise to say the least. It didn't feel bad, but it was very distracting, especially since Mike started thrashing about in there.

Brett clenched his cheeks, trying to get Mike to stop, but that turned out to be a very bad plan. Mike was pulled deeper into Brett's butt and started squirming worse. Brett stopped moving as much as he could. Despite his best attempts, his butt still shifted every once in a while and Mike ended up in up to his shoulders, and Brett was about to scream.

Finally, Brett got the team dropped off and got home. He stood up to get out of the car and without thinking about it, stretched. His butt tightened and suddenly he felt Mike lose his grip and slide completely into him. Oh, God. He thought the feeling had been distracting before. That didn't hold a candle to this. Calling this distracting would be like calling the Hoover Dam a garden wall.

Brett raced for his room and threw the door shut, leaping onto his bed. He practically tore off his pants and boxers, tumbling Evan blinking into the light. Brett's dick lay against his stomach, so hard it pulsed as if with a life of its own. He grunted and flexed, and a somewhat slimy Mike was pushed, gasping out of his rear exit. Brett lay gasping for a moment, wondering at these strange feelings.

As the feelings aroused by Mike's presence in his ass faded, Brett suddenly realized he couldn't let those sensations die. Without really thinking conciously, he grabbed Mike from between his legs and swept him, face first over his oozing cock head. He swung his legs up, putting himself in a position similar to the one he had pinned Evan in earlier that evening.

What he did next, shocked both Evan and Mike. Brett swung Mike down to his exposed butt and sumarily shoved Mike's head into up into him. He groaned and arched his back.

Brett was in heaven. This was incredible, he HAD to have more! He braced himself, trying to relax, and forced Mike's broad shoulders roughly past the barrier and into him. White fire ripped through him and he moaned. But then Mike began squirming again, and all other thought was torn from Brett's mind.

Brett shoved Mike deeper, up to his waist, his knees. Then he pulled him back out to his shoulders, only to plunge him back up his ass. In and out he went, pounding his own ass with his shrunken teammate. Every so often he would let Mike slip all the way out, to catch a breath, before shoving him back in again, restretching his tight hole with Mike's broad shoulders.

His mind was awash with the intense sensations emanating from his ass. If he didn't cum soon, he thought his brain might short circuit. With his free hand he grabbed Evan off the bed and mashed him into his dick. Coordinating his two hands was difficult, but he soon mastered the art of forcing Mike's wriggling form in and out of his butt while jacking his dick with Evan's squirming body.

It was amazing. Here he was, voluntarily sticking something up his ass, while madly jacking off! This was something gay sissy boys did, not him! Even if he had - once in a long while - noticed a guy's muscular body, he would never have... but here he was. Of course, it was the entire body of one of the most built freshman he was shoving up his ass. And the head of a frat and captain of a varsity athletic team he was dragging bodily up and down his dick, but still!

Of course, if anyone had ever tried to tell him it would even be POSSIBLE for him to stick an entire man up his ass or pin him to his cock with a finger he would have called the loony bin. But here he was, with the complete power of life and death over two beautiful young men. He could do anything with them. He could leave Mike up his ass until he suffocated if he wanted. He already had swallowed Nate.

Mmm, Nate. Brett had forgotten him in the moment. It was too bad, he thought, that he had drunk so much before eating Nate. Nate had lasted a while, but Brett was sure that being already drunk, he had been unable to keep afloat in the alcohol mixed with stomach acid for long. He was sure if his stomach had been empty that Nate would have lasted longer. Then perhaps he might still be able to feel him... struggling in his gut.

Oh god, Nate had felt so good, slipping down his throat into his stomach. Oh it would be great to feel that again. He could swallow Mike, but then he'd be out a little man. Oh well, he focused his attention back to Evan and Mike, certainly stimulation enough.

Oh, was it ever enough! Brett held off as long as he could, wanting to savor his first taste of these incredible new sensations but it was a hopeless cause. The stimulation of Mike squirming in and out of his ass, ramming into his prostate and Evan's silky skin wriggling against his cock were more than enough to drive him hopelessly over the edge. Add to that the pure power trip of controlling two such manly men so completely, and you have a recipe for irresistable orgasm.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Brett's control crumbled. He began to shake, feeling the impending explosion building behind his balls. Well, if he was going to go, he might as well do it all the way! He shoved Mike roughly back up his ass, further than he had let him go before, all the way in to his ankles, forcing him up against his g-spot.

Mike, thinking he was being abandoned in the depths of his captain's guts, began to struggle, trying to escape.

Brett exploded. He grabbed his cock, and Evan with it, as if to control some great and wild beast. Evan's head was forced partway into Brett's piss slit and the breath was forced entirely out of him. Any attempt to control it, of course, was ridiculous, and orgasm tore through Brett with the force and inevitability of an avalanche.

Never had he felt so out of control. Never had he cared less. In those moments, as his basest bodily functions took over, Brett felt himself drifting, awash in a sea of light and sensation. For a second he thought perhaps he was dying... and if this was heaven, he'd stay right here, forever.

And then he was back in his own body, feeling every minute detail of his body as wave after mind rending wave of orgasm rolled over him and his entire body bucked and spasmed. Cum rocketed out of his dick, forcing its way into Evan's mouth and pushing his head out of the way. It hit Brett square in the face, on his chest, his abs, and dripped down onto his balls. More and more poured out of him, until he thought his balls would invert and shoot themselves out his pulsating cock. But that didn't happen, and eventually, Brett's spasming body began to relax.

He lay, gasping, for a minute, not really knowing what to do. He actually wasn't really sure how much he could move if he tried. He felt like he had been through the most incredibly intense workout of his life. Every muscle in his body was completely relaxed, tired beyond reckoning. He reached lazily between his legs to fish Mike from his butt, and realized that his feet were gone and he could feel struggling far deeper than it should have been. Frantically he stuck two fingers up his butt, ignoring the protests of his abused hole, searching for Mike. But his spasming body had dragged Mike too far into him to reach.

Not wanting to lose one of the little men who just gave him such incredible pleasure, Brett forced his protesting body to move and squatted on his bed. His face clenched, and abused muscles worked, until finally Mike dropped onto the bed. He lay, seemingly unconcious, for a moment before a shuddering gasp escaped his lungs and he coughed. Laughing with relief Brett collapsed back onto his pillows and sighed, this was the beginning of a whole lot of fun.

He licked his lips, tasting his own cum as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming strange dreams of gay sex and tiny men. Evan, still clutched in his hand, was pinned to his chest, something like a dear teddy bear. Mike thought for less than a minute about attempting escape before exhaustion claimed both his body and mind and swept him down into the deepest of slumbers.

Brett explained what had transpired to Coach the next day. Coach was neither surprised nor displeased. He was glad the formula had worked so well and was fine with Brett's handling of the situations that had developed. Brett didn't mention keeping Evan and Mike, his experiences with them, or the other young men ho had secreted away their men. He knew they'd keep quiet.

Not really having a choice in the matter, Brett quickly came to terms with the new aspects of his sexuality. He continued to date and have sex with Katie. But the sex with Katie was very different than that which he had with Evan and Mike.

Coach gave the team the formula relatively regularly, whenever there was an important game. The team split a couple ways over this. Some of the guys, the hardcore straight guys, switched to fucking women. A lot of the guys, though, kept with fucking guys, not because they were gay, but because they didn't really want to diminish their dating pool that much. Brett noticed the guys who had hidden their first men tended to fuck men, he presumed they kept some of them at least.

For his part, Brett kept to fucking men. At first he had thought to keep them, enjoying them like he did Evan. As it turned out, though, the lure was too great. As he had introduced his new little friend (some annoying but cute guy from the swim team) to his ass he had given into his urge and grabbed Mike and swallowed him. As he struggled in the pit of Brett's (empty) stomach and his new acquisition had squirmed against his prostate, he had jacked himself to another mind blowing orgasm with Evan wrapped around his dick.

This became the regular pattern. Brett would have a game augmented by the formula, find some cute guy and fuck him. Then he'd return home and use him to pleasure himself while swallowing his last catch. He realized after a while, that he was favoring Evan. It never occurred to him to swallow the little man, and he preferred to use him to jack off with. As odd as it was, he was growing attached to the little guy.

Brett wanted to try some new things. As good as it felt to have Evan's face pressed into his piss slit, he wondered how it would feel to have something larger in there, like Evan's hand or arm. He also wondered what it would be like to have Evan sit on his nipples. It felt great when Katie pinched them… He was surprised to find Evan completely intractable.

Despite his ultimate power over life and death, Brett found he couldn't force Evan to do much. Anything that Brett tried just caused Evan to go completely limp. He stamped, he threatened, he had even put Evan up his butt for a while. But Evan refused, "What are you going to do, kill me?" Of course this was exactly what Brett was threatening, but Evan had caught on. Brett didn't want to kill him.

Finally it came to a head. Brett yelled at the tiny man, "What do you WANT you little bastard? Do you WANT me to kill you? Eat you like I have the others?""

Evan scowled, "You know, talking to me is a good start. You've never tried that before."

Brett sighed, "So? What do you want?"

Evan rolled his eyes, "A little respect, just a little. You can do whatever you want to the others, but you and I are different. Whether you or I like it or not, there's something between us. "

"No, no there isn't. You just make me feel good. You're my pet. A favored pet, maybe, but a pet." Brett growled, crossing his arms across his chest.

Evan raised his eyebrows, "Oh really? You know as you said that you crossed your arms and backed off, getting all defensive. Would it hurt you so much to admit there's something? You think it's all about you still? Well you're wrong, Brett. Would it help if I admitted that though I hated myself for it at the time, you fucking me felt good? "

His voice rose and tears came to his eyes, "That rubbing across your dick makes my shrunken dick hard?"

He was crying now, barely choking out the words, "Well? Does it? Does it help to know that I've actually jacked off in the night feeling your body around me, your smell on me? Do want to know that I've lain awake, hating you for what you did to me while wishing I could be full size again just so you could fuck me again?"

He glared at Brett, who flinched back, "I hate you Brett. I hate you so much. I hate you for doing this to me. How DARE you shrink me like this? How DARE you make me feel like this? And HOW DARE YOU make me… make me… make…" He collapsed in a heap on Brett's bed, sobbing.

Brett sat for a moment, stunned beyond words. How could he have known Evan felt like this? Evan had… liked it? Awkwardly he spoke, "Make you… what Evan? What did I do?" He tried to pat Evan on the back with his hugely outsized hand.

Evan shook off the hand and looked at Brett with disgust, "What did you do? What did you DO? Damn it all to hell Brett, you fucking bastard. Damn YOU to hell, for what you did. Couldn't kill me like the others, could you? Couldn't end my misery, couldn't let me go. You had to go and do THIS to me!"

Brett pulled back his hand sharply, "What did I do to you Evan?!? You're obviously not talking about shrinking you anymore? What did I do that was so evil? Tell me now or so help me I WILL swallow you and end whatever it is!"

Evan jumped to his feet shaking in fury, tears pouring down his cheeks, "You made me fall in LOVE with you, you stupid BASTARD! I wanted to hate you and everything you'd done! I tried so hard, and if you'd just killed me I might have been able to. But no! You never stuck me up your butt, you never ate me. No, instead you held me like a beloved teddy bear, close to your heart where I could smell you and feel safe. You've been nothing but horrible to me, but I still can't stop loving you! I was fine until you came along and suddenly I'm six inches tall and in love with a MAN! A man who fucking RAPED me and lead the DEVOURING of my entire fucking TEAM!!! How DARE you make me fall in love with you?" His rant ended and he fell back onto the bed again, curling up into a fetal ball and shaking.

Brett was shocked. This was hardly the development he had expected. He had less than no idea what to say. Without a word he got up and left the room, leaving Evan on the bed.

Nearly two hours later, Brett finally returned. His eyes were red and his cheeks puffy. He stumbled into the room, where Evan was now sitting on the bed, a tiny figure among the vastness of his comforter.

He stuttered awkwardly, "I… I… Damnit. I'd put you back to normal if I could Evan… You're the only one I would… but you? You I'd put back. I'm… I'm sorry… I can't put back what I've done, but I'm sorry I've done it. The truth is Evan… you're right, we are different. I didn't want to admit to it, but… I care about you. You were the one who awoke me to a new world of pleasure, you… the only one I've ever kissed, the only cum besides my own I've ever tasted… or wanted to. You admitted to wanting me to fuck you again… Well… I've wanted you to fuck me. I've dreamed about it, you fucking me… not like you are, but like you were. The truth is, I didn't ever use you like I've used the others because I was afraid. I knew if I ever let you inside my ass I might never be able to let you back out again, that's how desperately I wanted you Evan. I couldn't let that happen to you Evan. Because… because… oh fuck it all, I think I love you too Evan. It's ridiculous I know, and you'll probably laugh at me, but I think I do. And… and I know you can't really forgive me or anything, but… but… can we start over again?"

Evan was almost as shocked as Brett had been. And so they talked. Long into the night they sat and talked about everything there was to talk about, from sports to childhood books. And finally, they fell asleep, Evan curled up on Brett's chest.

Evan and Brett became lovers, though an odder couple you will never find. And they made love, in more ways than even they could have imagined. Evan still acted as Brett's masturbatory aid when he was introducing men to his ass, but willingly now. And he never did object to anything that Brett did with other men.

In December, Brett brought a little man home. Unlike the others, he knew this ones name, Chris. Evan was a little concerned, after the first time, Brett had never known any of their names or referred to them by name. He had also always been eager to try them out right away. But Chris he put in a box, and left there. Evan's fears were not aleved later when Brett had sex with just him. Two days later, Evan hadn't seen Chris at all. He decided Brett must have eaten him or something, and stopped worrying.

One night, Brett came home and set up a beautiful dinner, romantic candlelight and everything. Evan was surprised and pleased, Brett was not a very effusive person, and he was often still awkward when it came to actual relationship issues. Throughout dinner Brett was bouncing like some giddy high school boy who just lost his virginity or something.

Finally dinner was over and Brett leaped from the table and ran into the other room. He came back, practically skipping, and grinning from ear to ear, with two boxes. He placed them in front of Evan on the table, and nodded, shifting from one foot to the other nervously, "Merry Christmas," he whispered.

With difficulty, Evan climbed up onto the first package and pulled off the bow. Then with greater difficulty, pulled off the lid. Grunting, he looked inside, "Brett? What's this?"

Brett grinned and dumped the small man out onto the table, "It's Chris. He's for you. I know there's some things I can't do for you, Evan. I want you to fuck him."

Evan frowned, "But… I want you Brett, not someone else."

Brett's face fell and Evan felt his heart break, "Please Evan? I want to see you? Don't worry, you're stronger than he is."

Evan sighed. For Brett, he'd do it. And maybe he'd even enjoy it. He wasn't so sure about being stronger than Chris, his workouts with Brett's body had built his body up even more than it had been before, but Chris looked like he'd been a gymnast or something before getting shrunk. But he'd try.

Surprisingly, he found he had no trouble pinning Chris, even though he attempted to escape. And so he reenacted the scene that had created him. And as he slid his dick, engorged from the friction with Chris's body as they had struggled, into the tight ass before him, he groaned with pleasure. Though he had been reluctant, he had to admit that it felt good to fuck something besides his hand again.

Having already come to terms with his sexuality, Evan let himself enjoy Chris' well-built body more than Brett had his. He kissed Chris forcefully, forcing his tongue into the still struggling man's mouth while he felt the other's body with his hands. And soon, he came, driving his sperm into Chris' innards as Brett had into his. Spent, he let Chris go and turned to Brett, "Thank you Brett, I didn't realize how much I had missed that."

Brett grinned, "The show's only just begun little lover boy! Look!" He pointed.

Evan turned to look and jumped. Apparently his fuck with Chris had resembled Brett's and his more than he had known. Chris was shrinking! Within a few seconds, Chris was six inches tall… to Evan! He was less than a half an inch! Evan turned to look at Brett disbelievingly.

Brett laughed, "For you again Ev! I slipped some of the formula into your lunch. Let me tell you calculating the dose was a pain in the ass! So now you have a little man of your own, to do with whatever you want. He's for your pleasure, to do the things I can't… like fuck you."

Chris tried to run but Brett caught him gently between two fingers, careful not to crush him, and dropped into a shot glass, "But now your other present! Open it!"

Laughing, Evan complied, this certainly was a night for surprises! His second present turned out to be no less of a surprise. Inside, the second box was divided into a large space and a small space. In the large space was a man, six inches tall. In the small space, another one, half an inch tall. He had never seen these men before and turned to Brett again, confused.

Brett chuckled, "Do you know how hard it was to get those two in here without you knowing? And resist doing something with them once I had them here? And saving a tiny bit of my cum off the big one's butt to give to the little one? Only for you dear, only for you."

"But why?" Evan asked.

"I want you to know why it is I do what I do. So we'll do it together, as a sign of our bonding." Brett smiled.

And so, they did. They each picked up their man and saluted each other with them. Brett counted to three and grinning at each other, dropped their men into their mouths. Brett gave Evan a minute to taste the new taste of a man in his mouth before catching his eye. As one, they swallowed, and twin bulges slipped down their throats.

Evan gasped, "That was incredible! Absofucking incredible! Take me now Brett! I've GOT to cum, NOW!"

Brett laughed, knowing exactly how he felt, feeling his own shrunken lacrosse boy struggling in his gut. He scooped up Evan off the table and ran to their room to enjoy the night.

After that night, Brett usually waited until he could get two men to shrink, so he and Evan could swallow men together. And he had stolen a little bit of the formula so when he wanted to, Evan could fuck his own men into smallness. And they were happy… at least Evan and Brett were. Chris didn't like his lot too much, and the myriad of men who vanished into the two lovers were a little worse for the wear…

The End.

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