Chapter 32: The Troublesome Tale of Michael Mathis

Beginning note from Ted here. This chapter is going to deal with some sensitive subjects like homo and trans-phobia, sexual confusion or denial, religious guilt, and rough sex. They are being used to give context and nothing more.

1986, The Stud Farm, Mexico

Michael Mathis finished scrubbing himself clean in the shower and turned off the nozzle. He grabbed a towel outside and quickly dried off. He finally felt clean. It took hours.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The man he looked at was a far cry from the overweight, balding loser he was 8 months ago. Now he was fit, thin, with a full swoop of reddish-brown hair. His game was on point with the ladies now. Ever since he started taking the classes at the Stud Farm, he was swimming in pussy. He could charm the pants off any woman, and then his newly large cock would dazzle them even further.

That’s why when he as asked to take part in Marsha McPherson’s graduation, he thought that he had finally hit the big time.

Marsha was one of the hottest students over at The Bimbo Factory, he saw her take a full 13-inch cock down her throat and up her pussy at another graduation just a few weeks ago like it was nothing. He himself had multiple interactions with her. Every orgasm and penetration was like it was otherworldly. He became fast friends with her, planning multi-group fuck sessions and workout sessions as often as he could. If you got invited to a Bimbo Factory graduation you were guaranteed to have some of the best sex of your life. Not only do you get a chance to fuck the new Graduate, but the small group of friends she invited for it. What a flex, to prove his skills, to assert his manliness. To earn the true affection of Marsha, her hand maybe.

It was the perfect moment for Michael…

Then why did it go so wrong?

He felt the moment burned into his brain.

Himself, Chad, and Jimmy walked into the room, under the ruse of joining the girls for a late movie night. They were all in their pajamas, including Marsha, wearing a pair of lace booty shorts and a tied pajama top to show her insane midriff. The raven-haired vixen with insane proportions, a delightful smile, and a pussy so wet you could smell it as soon as you entered the room. Perfection. He didn’t remember what movie they had on in the background. Just Marsha laying down the gauntlet.

“You know what would be better then a movie? If I suck all your cocks for my girls.”

Marsha then proceeded to give all three men the best blowjobs they ever had. They would have been perfectly fine letting their loads cover her pretty face when she stopped and laid down another challenge.

“Now boys, I can’t have you going too soon. Tonight, is your lucky night, you all get to fill this slutty pussy with your huge loads.” She said as she stuck her fingers inside her slavering cunt.

The men looked at each other with unbridled excitement.

“However,” She continued, “Let’s make this a challenge. I am going to fuck you one by one, and my girls are going to time how long you last. Whoever lasts the longest, will get a second go at my ass. Whoever gets too excited though, loser gets fucked in the ass by the winner while we watch. Only if you are all down for that kind of thing of course! Don’t want to **** you into anything.”

Jimmy looked at Michael and Chad, he shrugged and nodded.

Chad didn’t even wait; he was in too.

Michael paused. A two second wait stretched out to eons.

He remembered why he came here in the first place.

His father.

Screaming at him. Waving around a book he found in Michael’s bedroom. A journal of sorts, one where Michael admitted to having…feelings…for other guys in school. He remembered his mother staring in the middle distance as his father raged on and on about how such thoughts were sins, and how god would never forgive him for committing such acts as the “sodomites,” do. He was always the failure, the forgotten son, in the shadow of his brother, and his happy marriage with Samantha.

He threw him out of the house that day, telling him he would harbor no such vile thoughts. He was **** to live on his own, put himself through college and medical school, becoming a pharmacist. All the while, he would go to church every Sunday, and beg for forgiveness. But it felt like God did not listen. Every time he would be with a woman, it felt like it was unsatisfactory, that it wasn’t right. Yet he still felt the urges when he saw other men. Feelings of being with them. Feeling jealous of the women who would be with them.

He regressed further and further into himself. The guilt of his father’s words from years ago ricocheting around his brain. He felt like he as less of a man, that only one doomed to sin would think this way.

At his lowest point, when he stopped his car by the bridge over the LA river, he saw a left over Penthouse magazine on the ground, the wind whipped to an ad about a place men could go to find their inner stud.

Fast forward to the past eight months, and Michael felt like he found the man he should be. The **** and physical treatments, combined with the medical procedures of The Farm, made having sex with women glorious! It finally made him see what he was missing all that time.

Yet. There were still moments of doubt.

He initially was very shocked to see two men he knew to be straight, openly having anal sex with each other during one of the nightly orgies. When Michael asked one of them the next day why he would do that, the response shocked him more.

“Well we were having a threesome with Cathy and she said seeing two Studs going at it really turned her on. We both gave it a shot. No big deal, we both were cool with it happening, and I’ll admit I was a little curious. Not really my bag in the end, but Steve admitted after he was finding he liked to play both sides of the table. It certainly revved Cathy up, she fucked us both all night long!”

When Michael pressed further, the next answer left him speechless.

“Hey man, it really wasn’t a big deal, that is what this place is about right? Finding the true inner stud? It is an all around experience my friend!”

Michael would then notice this kind of thing happening all the time. Each time he would feel that same warm feeling in his stomach. That he wanted to join in. That he wanted to switch places with the woman below some of the men he trained with. Yet he remained adamant to not stray from his goal, to have those thoughts purged from his mind. To return to his parents a normal and upstanding man, just like his brother. These other men could do what they wanted; Michael would not deflect.

Then it came down to this. He had been training for months. He knew all the ways to please a woman, he found himself adept at charming them, making them cum, making them want his cock. A Perfect Man. The perfect man would not back down from a challenge. From a chance to claim a mate that was perfect for him. The sense of worry he had vanished.

“Sure, I hope you are ready! This stud came to win.”

And now here he was. Staring at his still moist reflection in the mirror. Not knowing what went wrong. Maybe it was the fact he chose to go last. Maybe he got too excited. Jimmy lasted ten minutes as Marsha bounced up and down on his cock. Chad went for a full fifteen as he plunged into Marsha from behind as she laughed and rotated her pussy all over him.

Michael. Lasted three minutes.

He lost. Marsha’s insane cunt, the leaking folds of a full Graduate, gripped his cock and broke every defense he had.

He lost.

He then felt every alarm go off inside him as the girls and the freshly fucked Masha, still leaking their three loads of cum from her pussy, watch as Chad lined up behind him and pressed his cock into his asshole. He couldn’t back down now, if you did, you would never be invited to a graduation again, let alone find a partner willing to practice with out outside of class.

He looked back at the mirror. The feeling returning to him. Not the guilt of having committed the very sin he was trying to delete from himself. The realization that as Chad had anal sex with him…he enjoyed it.

He got fully erect. With another man inside of him, and he felt an ecstasy that he did not feel before in his time as a student. He came as Chad came, spattering his cum across the couch. He then laid down and watched him saunter over and plunge his cock inside Marsha’s ass, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she started to feel the same pleasure that Michael felt. The pleasure of penetration, from both the ass, pussy and mouth. Michael felt. Jealous.

The jealousy was quickly replaced with rage.

After Marsha’s test ended, he rushed back to his room at The Farm, jumped in the shower and immediately began to clean himself, even using the enema kit that was provided on day one for the first time to clean Chad from his rectum.

How could he have failed. All his hard work was for nothing. These thoughts, these vile thoughts were still in his brain. Poisoning him. His father was right, he was a sinner, less of a man.

He reared back and punched the mirror. The glass shattering in a spider web pattern.

No. He did not come this far to give in.

He would show them all. He would show the stupid fucks like Chad and Jimmy, with their liberal ideals of what a man should be. He would show all the whores like Marsha and her friends, who cheered as he was laid low and had to endure having another man fuck him from behind. He would sever these thoughts from his brain. From his life.

From the world.

1990, The Factory, Mexico.

“OH FUCK! GOD YES!!! FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK DADDY, PLEASE FUCK ME!” The red head below him screamed as Mathias pumped his cock in and out of her slavering cunt. He couldn’t answer back, because his tongue was three inches inside a brunette that he held up with one arm by the waist, also babbling on and on as he ate her out fully.

It had been four years since that fateful night of Marsha’s graduation. Four nights since he took his vow. It was almost too easy changing his **** regimen. He was a trained pharmacist after all, who were the morons of The Farm to turn down his offer of training in the medical department with them. All it took was a brief adjustment of his dosages, adding some new experimental **** as well, and he was off to the races.

His body was now the male ideal. Bigger, stronger, faster, fully engorged. His cock now measured at fourteen inches long and almost two thick. It rose and fell on his command. At it’s height it was gaining a reputation for rendering the minds of the sluts that fucked it broken.

Just like the sluts that lay about the room before him. It was Mathias’s graduation night, and he requested the challenge of making fifty women cum. So, fifty hand picked bimbos, sluts, and whores came to a room where he entertained and fucked them for hours. He didn’t know any of their names, he didn’t need to know them.

The other thing the **** did was allow him to further shield his mind from the sinful thoughts that plagued him before. They gave him visions, unlocked his inner destiny. Women were now nothing but what they should have been all along. Tools. Sluts for Mathias to breed and lay sloughed with pleasure. Servants for him to enjoy. They had to meet the ideal, the perfect bimbo ideal. It was Mathias’s right to have them pleasure him.

Other men were weak, too weak to vault to his level. They didn’t take the sacrifices he did to achieve perfection; they did not deserve his godhood. They practiced the sinful libations only designated for sluts and whores. They lowered themselves. They were nothing like him.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Mathias! Open this door!”

He dropped the brunette, panting, onto the couch as he looked back at the door while continuing to fuck the red head. Beth. That whore.

She also knocked about an hour ago, telling him that his graduation period was over and that he had passed. He shut the door back in her face, broke off the door handle and continued to claim his harem. The room was littered with the fifty women, all out of their minds with orgasm and covered in his thick cum. He thrust a few more times until he let loose inside the red head, filling her cervix to the brim and sliding out of her. She whined as she was left empty of his member, they all did.

He opened the door naked, to see the enraged head of curriculum at the factor with two of the lesser studs behind her. Security. These betas could not hold a candle to him.

“It has been over 6 hours Mathias, you have met your graduation requirements with more than enough aptitude.” She said, unafraid of the god that stood before her. She would be fun to break. Her fit Bimbo Factory body covered in his cum, eyes lulled as she would beg for his cock.

“I am not finished pleasing my guests. What you think is appropriate is irrelevant.” He said in a dark tone, not backing down from her, imagining how defiant she would be with his cock down her throat.

“Hey buddy, you don’t talk to her like that.” The one male guard said while placing his hand on Mathias’s shoulder. The reflex felt like nothing, just like the crunching sound of the bones in the lesser male’s hand as Mathias grabbed and decimated it. He screamed and fell back, looking at his crooked fingers in shock.

Before Beth and the other male could shout out in shock or reach for him, he slammed the door shut and barred it again. He would come out, eventually, maybe one more hour or so. But he would be the one that decided what to do. It was the natural, destined, order after all.

“Michael…I’m so tired…what time is it?”

He whipped around to see one of the sluts in his graduation harem stirring from her post coital slumber. She was the only one he knew by name. Sandy. She was one of the whores at Marsha’s graduation. A younger student. He glided over, picked her up and forcefully laid her down on one of the cushions in the room.

“Michael!” She cried out. Mathias put his hand over her mouth and began to slide his cock up and down her soaked pussy lips.

“Wrong. What is my name?”

She looked back at him with a mix of fear and wonder. He leaned down and licked her perky nipples, newly enhanced with perfect implants, causing her to moan.

“What. Is. My. Name?” He repeated slowly as he felt her clit spasm.

“M..Maaaa…MATHIAS! MATHIAS MAXIMUS!!!” She cried out as she squirt all over him.

“Good…and what do you want me to do to you?” He said, giving her the illusion of choice.

“Please…sir…Mathias…let me feel your massive cock in my puSEEEEEEEEE!!!” She squealed as he wouldn’t even let her finish. He plunged inside of her, seeing her eyes roll back and her tongue spasm out. He began to piston in and out of her, timing to the rapid knocking and muffled yelling from the other side of the door. Soon, they would be knocking to get in and experience his cock themselves. To be fucked by a god.

Present Day, Maximus Manor

Mathias looked out over the lawn from his study, still recalling what got him here.

After his graduation, he was quickly blackballed from the newly dubbed Factory. The whores and sub-men there, afraid of embracing true perfection, citing his ideals as insane and inhumane. From there, he usurped power in the family business, making sure his brother remained dead silent, dead being the operative word, on the matter. He finally had Samantha to himself, the current queen slut in his harem. He continued taking his ****, ensuring his enlightened state. His plan to return to the factory was finally underway, and soon he would turn it into the tool for a truly noble purpose.

“You called for me Master?”

Mathias turned to see Athena standing in the doorway. She was wearing a bikini top with a pair of loose harem pants, no doubt for ease since she was probably just face deep in some poor **** down in the basement.

“Yes. I have a task for you. An important one at that. First though. I know that you have not had a proper cock in quite some time.” He said with a grin as he pulled back his robe to reveal his fully engorged dick.

Athena licked her lips and strode forward, effortlessly falling to her knees and sliding her epic tits out her bikini, placing his cock between them and using them to stroke up and down his now leaking prick.

“Of course Master, whatever you need solved, I can be the solution.” She said lustily as she spit onto his cock to lubricate so it could slide even easier between her glorious implants.

“I need you to go on a trip. Call it a bit of undercover work.” He said as he admired her long and dexterous tongue dancing around the tip and prodding the opening of his urethra. As she came to kiss his cock, he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock full down her throat, causing Athena to gasp and moan. He felt her tongue automatically play with his balls from underneath, always adapting to the sexual situation, grasping at the cock with her cybernetically enhanced throat. He was the only man that could make her submit like this. She knew what her true slut nature was. He let her up to breath as a long trail of spit came from between her lips that she licked up with glee.

“Ooooh undercover work, I haven’t done that in a while, what would you have me GLURCK.” She got out before he started to fuck her throat, knowing she would be able to listen.

“Simple really…I think I need another pair of eyes on the ground…this should be a special treat for you Athena…you are finally going to see The Factory.” He grinned devilishly as he let loose a full orgasm into her throat, pumping semen into Athena’s stomach as she hummed happily below him.

As they all will eventually.

Note from Ted. Sorry for the lengthy delay, but again real life is coming at me fast. I am also developing another Bimbo Transformation story for the future and that took a little time away. I will try to be semi regular with updates but no promises. Hope you liked the Villain flashback, and that it wasn’t too intense. Like I said at the jump, this is only for context. Mathias had to get the way he was somehow; all horrible people do. Thank you for reading, liking, and sharing the story! See you in the next chapter!