A man in a massage-salon, having been only quite infected and still resists against the Contagion

Finn was trying to think on anything else than sex. The young man leaned himself on the wall in the reception of the massage-salon he worked and tried not to look at the cameras. He had locked himself in the little glass-cabin as he had witnessed how employees and guests of the salon had torn their clothes apart and started to fuck each other. Finn had no idea where the sudden infection had begun, he just had looked at the security cameras and had watched how fast it took over the human brain…and body.

Finn avoided looking at the cameras, but sometimes he just had to. His gaze went to one of them, showing a muscled man, ramming eagerly his enlarged cock into a brunette woman, who was nearly sliding off the massage table. The woman’s head hung over the edge of the table and she fingered her clit fast, while she roughly got fucked by the man, who oiled her half an hour ago.

Other cameras showed different rooms, but all the same situation. A masseuse got drilled on the massage-table, her former customer fucking her into her pussy.

Right next to this, the camera of another room showed a male masseur, who fucked his black-haired female client hard in the ass. Finn could hear the woman scream through all the closed doors between them and even if she yowled and whined, he could hear her also beg for more.

Finn closed his eyes again, trying to think on something different. A part of him wanted to join these people. The part of him that made his cock throb in his jeans and made him think all the things he wanted to do when he got just a perfect body like all the other men in the salon.

But the other part in his brain, the part that told him not give in to and not become a permanent horny, lusty idiot only longing for something to fuck was still there. The acceptance of being a new man, changing into something very primal was not yet a thing he wanted to. But his resistance to not give in was slowly getting diminished, with every minute he waited. He knew he must have been infected too; he had to, because he felt so incredibly needy for a woman, who could pleasure him.

But he wouldn’t…he couldn’t…or could he?

He glanced up as the door to the salon opened. A petite dark-haired girl stood in the front door, fully naked and with a wide smile. Finn stared at her and he felt his cock throbbing even more. The girl strolled towards the glass-cabin he sat in and leaned on the wooden counter eyeing him very knowingly.

“Hey there,” she greeted him. “I am Jess. You look lonely in there. What’s the matter?”

Finn stared at Jess and his resistance against his desire to fuck seemed to break even faster now. The presence of this girl alone seemed to fuel his incinerating lust as he looked at her perky breasts and pink nipples, or the shaved crotch. Jess smelled wonderful, he thought and his cock seemed to think this too. It felt like it wanted to burst his pants away, so hard it was now.

“No answer?” Jess asked and pouted. “Not even a name?”

“F…Finn,” Finn replied huskily.

“Alright Finn,” Jess grinned. “This is a massage-salon and I feel like I could use a massage right now.”

Finn stared at Jess as she strolled towards the first door, which led into a massage-room and opened the door, looking back to him expectantly.

“I…” Finn started, still with a very rustled voice. He cleared his throat. “I am…well…ehm…” he starts to stammer. “I am no…ehm…actually…ehm…I am not a…a masseur…” His voice got lower with every word, as Jess looked at him and her smile got even brighter.

“You aren’t a masseur?” she asked sweetly. “Don’t you worry. I am sure you’ll do your best.”

“But…” Finn tried to not think on anything he would do to Jess right now. But the urge in his pants, the immense desire in his brain and the naked woman in front of him was making this venture absolutely impossible.

“You have a cock, Finn,” Jess said matter-of-factly. “A hard, thick rod inside your pants, able to give any woman a proper massage. And I want you, Finn. Come on, don’t let me stand around here alone. I need you to fuck me. Or am I not sexy enough?”

Finn stared at Jess. Her perky breasts shined in the warm sunlight. With one hand, she stroked through her dark hair and gave him an almost pouting look.

“A shame,” she sighed. “I thought you could help a girl in need. Well, I guess I have to interrupt one of these studs in the other rooms and get into a steamy threesome, if you are not willing to fuck me.” Her voice got lower again, but even as she whispered Finn could hear her every word. “Fuck me, Finn. Fuck me like you want to. I am not one of the girls that you have to treat cautiously. I want your cock deep inside my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I’ll lick it clean from my juices only to fuck it more. Come and fuck me, use me like you want to, ravage me, screw me over with loads and loads of your sweet cum…”

Jess grinned. Finn stared back, the last bits of his resistance against the inevitable crumbled into pieces. How he managed it to get out of his clothes and simultaneously ran towards Jess was a miracle itself. While he stumbled to her, his body convulsed as the virus did its thing and changed him into the equivalent of a supermodel. Jess laughed slightly and gave him one last wink, before disappearing in the dark massage-room. Finn, finally getting rid of his pants ran behind her and reached Jess from behind, who giggled even more as she was pulled into a deep kiss. Their tongues battled in a sloppy kiss as Finn grabbed Jess' tits and ass, squeezing them, enjoyed that he made her moan and didn’t even noticed that it was Jess who turned him around now, pushed him back on the leather covered bank.

She had grabbed his cock with both of her hands and pressed her forehead against his, stroking his cock softly.

“Not so resistant anymore, right?” Jess whispered. “No need to be. So tell me, Finn…what should we do first?”

Jess didn’t expect an answer. Iris told her that Finn’s mind was merely a whirlwind with lust and desire and his ability to speak was gone long ago. His only reply was a short grunt of impatience.

“Well then, lean back and enjoy,” Jess smirked, before she dived down and took his whole length into her mouth. The sensation of her warm embrace made Finn groan out in ecstasy even louder. Jess slurped happily over his cock, enjoying the fact that it still grew another inch. She bobbed her head up and down and with every movement, Finn’s gasps got shorter and heavier until Jess felt a burst of hot jizz filling her throat.

“You could’ve warned me,” she giggled and climbed on top of the man, she just gave the first of many infected orgasms. “Time to get to the real fun.”

Finn, just recovering from the first immense wave of pleasure caused by Jess, got no time to rest. Her pussy clenched around his dripping wet cock as she impaled herself on him and the only thing he could do was roaring out the pleasure he felt. Jess grinned down to him as she felt his cock twitch inside her tight pussy, enjoying herself too of course. Her first orgasm made her body tremble and she had to rest her head on Finn’s shoulder to catch her breath, while she still gyrated her hips to milk more sperm out of him.

“My turn!” Jess looked up hazily and pleasantly surprised as Finn grabbed Jess by her wrists and turned her around.

For a brief moment she saw his face and noticed his wide grin and his completely dark eyes. The next second, Jess got pressed on the leather-bench and Finn thrusted his cock into her from behind.

Or was it Finn…or rather someone else?

“Oh for fuck sake,” Jess grumbled. “Stop your pathetic attempts to impress me, Elias!”

“You can’t deny the fun we both have!” Finn exclaimed and in his voice, Jess could hear Elias' madness. “How much fun you have when I take control over you!”

Jess looked over her shoulder as she got rammed in the leather by Finn (or rather Elias' possessive presence that took control over his body), her gaze mildly bored.

“If this is anything your 'control' will promise me, I am quite unimpressed”, Jess said stated. “And I am more than surprised that it was even possible to get less impressed by you.”

Finn roared in anger and grabbed Jess by her wrists ramming into her from behind with all his power. Jess could feel Elias raging inside her brain too and she felt the strong urge to punish this idiot, but somehow she felt that resisting him this way was far more enjoyable. Iris had no problems keeping her sane and so Jess enjoyed getting fucked by Finn…until now.

Because the second entity in her brain, the unwelcoming presence of Elias was **** to fight and show Jess who was in charge. And he never had been the guy who would give up if someone was resisting him. He would do anything to fuck his own version of sense into someone if he has to. And Jess should feel his rage.