Who’s next

His next a victim for his invention would be Brad the quarterback from high school football team. He would never forget He when Brad took all of his clothes when he was in the shower in gym we had to walk through the hallways with no clothes. He had been watching Brad for while work for a local company that is dad had started.

Brad was a piece of shit. He always cheated on his wife, so no man had a plan on how to get him to the lab. He had Karen & Beth is first two subjects that had been transformed by his machine. He Brad like to cheat on his wife. So he had his two new sluts to work there magic.

The girls found Brad at his favorite bar. He was at the bar drink when they walked up to him and ask to join him. Karen was wearing short skirt and low top showing her huge tits and round fat ass off. Beth was was wearing the same thing showing her huge ebony tits and her fat ass.

Excuse me, sir can we join you? Brad trued around and saw Karen and Beth standing there he stared at him for a minute before said sure you can, honeys. They dranked and talk and flirted it as the night went on. When Karen asked Brad if like to go with them back to her place.

Back at Karen place Norman was waiting he was going let Brad have one fling with his girls before he made his move. The girls arrive at Karen’s place Brad was all over them as they made their way to the bedroom.

The girls stripped down to their bras and panties as Brad watched them dance for him. Karen reach undid Beth’s bra free her huge 40E ebony tits as they bounced in front of Brads face. “Oh do you like my big black tits sugar ?” Said Beth. All I can do was not as he reached for her huge tits.

Brad groaned as his mouth latched onto Beth’s dark nipple, his tongue swirling greedily around the stiff peak while his hands kneaded the heavy weight of her breasts. Beth arched her back with a moan, fingers tangling in his hair as she ground her hips against his thigh. Meanwhile, Karen slithered behind him, her manicured nails tracing down his broad shoulders before slipping under his shirt. She peeled it up slowly, letting her fingers drag across his abs, then yanked it over his head with a smirk.

His belt buckle clinked as Karen unfastened it, her breath hot against his ear.

Norman watched from the closet as Karen tugged Brad’s pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It was massive—a solid 9 inches with a swollen, veiny shaft and a mushroom-shaped head glistening with pre-cum. His heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as Brad let out a low groan. Even Norman had to admit he was impressed.

Karen licked her lips, wrapping her fingers around his girth and giving a slow stroke. “Mmm, someone’s been holding out on us,” she purred, her thumb smearing a bead of moisture over his tip.

Beth let out a throaty laugh as she pressed her massive tits against Brad’s face, smothering him in warm, perfumed flesh while her fingers tugged at his hair. “That’s it, baby, suck ‘em good,” she moaned, rolling her hips so her lace panties brushed against his rock-hard cock. Karen dropped to her knees, her red lips parting as she took the first thick inch into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft with practiced skill.

Brad groaned, his thighs tensing as Karen deepthroated him in one smooth motion, her throat muscles fluttering around his length.

Beth's thick thighs squeezed around Brad's waist as Karen took him deeper, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth. Norman adjusted the dials on his machine hidden in the closet, watching through the slats as his programming took full effect—Karen's plump lips suctioned harder, hollowing her cheeks while her tongue flicked rapid circles under Brad's swollen tip.

Beth ground her soaked panties against Brad's thigh, leaving glistening streaks as she moaned, "Fuck, sugar, you ever had two hungry girls at once?" Her nails raked down his chest before she yanked her panties aside, revealing her dripping pussy.

Beth shoved Brad backward onto the bed with a throaty laugh, his muscular frame sinking into the mattress as Karen never broke rhythm—her lips slurping wetly around his cock, spit glistening down the shaft. "Time to work, quarterback," Beth purred, hiking her thick thighs on either side of Brad's head before lowering her dripping black pussy onto his mouth.

Brad's tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at her swollen lips as Beth ground down, her juices smearing across his stubbled chin. Karen moaned around his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, one hand squeezing his balls while the other teased his taint.

Karen pulled off his cock with a wet pop, saliva stringing between her lips and his glistening tip as she swung one smooth leg over his hips. Her dripping pussy hovered just above his throbbing length, her swollen lower lips brushing against his shaft as she let out a breathy moan. Brad’s tongue plunged deeper into Beth’s tight, honeyed heat, his hands gripping her thick thighs as she rocked against his face, her juices smearing across his stubble.

With a wicked grin, Karen sank down onto Brad’s cock in one slow, torturous motion, her tight walls stretching around his girth as she let out a shuddering gasp.

Karen’s hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she took every inch of Brad’s cock, her swollen pussy lips gripping him like a slick vice. Brad groaned against Beth’s dripping folds, his tongue plunging deeper as her thighs trembled around his head. Beth let out a sharp cry, her manicured nails raking through his hair as her orgasm crashed over her—her pussy clenched rhythmically, gushing warm juices across his chin while Karen tightened around his shaft.

Beth rolled off Brad’s face with a wet schlick, her ebony thighs glistening with his spit as she slithered behind Karen. Her manicured fingers traced down Brad’s trembling abs before roughly cupping his swollen balls, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp. Karen smirked, her hips grinding in slow, torturous circles as she impaled herself on his cock, her tight pink walls fluttering around his thick shaft.

“Like that, quarterback?” Beth purred, her thumb pressing against his perineum while her other hand twisted his balls in a cruel tease.

Karen’s back arched as a breathy scream tore from her throat, her slick walls convulsing around Brad’s cock in ****, fluttering pulses. Her thighs trembled as she ground down hard, milking every inch of him as her climax crashed over her—warm cream spilled between their joined bodies, coating his shaft in sticky sweetness.

Beth’s fingers dug into Brad’s chest as she peeled herself off his spit-slicked face, her thick thighs trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. “My turn to ride, baby,” she purred, swiveling her hips until her plump, ebony ass hovered just above his abs—the round, jiggling cheeks still glazed with her own arousal. With a wicked grin, she arched her back, presenting herself in a perfect doggystyle pose, her dripping pussy lips glistening between her spread thighs.

Brad’s hands clamped down on Beth’s thick hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass as he yanked her backward—her dripping pussy smeared against the throbbing head of his cock, her swollen lips spreading around him with a lewd shlick. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust, her tight walls clamping down in protest before yielding to his girth.

Beth gasped, her back arching as her ebony cheeks jiggled against his abs, the slap of skin echoing through the room.

Beth’s hips snapped back with a lewd, wet slap, her plump ass cheeks clapping against Brad’s thighs as she took every inch of his cock in perfect, punishing rhythm. Her tight walls clenched around him in a slick vice, each backward grind forcing a ragged groan from his lips. Brad’s fingers dug deeper into the supple flesh of her hips, his thrusts growing erratic as she matched him stroke for stroke—her swollen pussy lips stretched obscenely around his shaft, glistening juices dripping down his balls with every filthy collision.

Karen moaned into Beth’s mouth as she straddled her face, grinding her swollen pussy against Beth’s parted lips. Beth’s tongue flicked out hungrily, lapping at Karen’s slick folds as Brad’s thick cock pistoned into her from behind—each brutal thrust jostling her forward, forcing Karen’s hips harder against her mouth.

Karen’s fingers tangled in Beth’s hair, holding her in place as she rode her tongue with slow, filthy rolls of her hips. A thick strand of spit and arousal stretched between Beth’s lips and Karen’s clit before snapping as Brad slammed home again, his balls slapping wetly against Beth’s dripping entrance.

Brad’s hips stuttered as Beth’s inner muscles clenched in a vice-like ripple around him, her moans muffled against Karen’s dripping slit. A shudder ran through Beth’s body—her thighs quaking, her ass cheeks clenching with each brutal thrust—as her orgasm tore through her. Karen whimpered, grinding harder against Beth’s tongue, her own climax building as Brad’s cock stretched Beth to the limit, the wet slap of flesh drowning out the creak of the closet door.

The closet door creaked open another inch, Norman’s cold eyes gleaming behind the camera’s viewfinder as he captured every lewd detail—Brad’s swollen cock pistoning into Beth’s quivering pussy, Karen’s thighs trembling as she rode Beth’s tongue with frenzied desperation. His finger tapped the shutter in rapid succession, the click-click-click drowned out by the wet slaps of flesh and guttural moans.

Brad's hips jerked wildly, his balls tightening as he gasped, "Oh shit—I'm gonna cum!" With a guttural groan, he yanked his cock free from Beth's clenching heat just as thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted from his throbbing tip. The first hot stripe splashed across the small of her back, glazing her ebony skin in sticky white. The next pulse painted her jiggling ass cheeks, thick droplets oozing down the curve of her trembling flesh.

Beth shuddered, her breath hitching as each scalding spurt painted her—her fingers dug into the sheets while Karen ground harder against her tongue, muffling her own moans.

Brad's cock twitched with the last weak pulses of his climax as Norman moved like a shadow behind him. The needle glinted under the dim bedroom light before sinking deep into the quarterback's neck with a sharp hiss. Brad's eyes flew wide—his body jerked, muscles locking as the sedative burned through his veins. Beth whose lips were still glistening with Karen's arousal scrambled backward, her cum-smeared thighs sticking to the sheets, but Norman was already dragging Brad's limp body off the bed by his ankles.

Brad’s vision swam as consciousness returned—the sterile sting of antiseptic in his nostrils, the cold bite of steel restraints around his wrists and ankles. His bare back stuck to the metal table beneath him, still damp with Beth’s spit and Karen’s arousal. The hum of machinery vibrated through his bones as his blurry eyes focused on the fluorescent lights above, flickering like a strobe against the chrome gleam of Norman’s transformation apparatus.

A shadow loomed over him.

Norman's breath was hot against Brad's ear as he leaned in, his fingers tightening around the quarterback's jaw. "Wake, wake, Brad. What the fuck?" His voice was a venomous whisper, laced with decades of bitterness. Brad's eyelids fluttered, his pupils dilating as the sedative's grip loosened—just enough for panic to set in. The restraints bit into his wrists as he jerked against them, the metal table rattling beneath his sweat-slicked back.

Karen's high-pitched giggle cut through the hum of machinery as she trailed a fingernail down Brad's quivering thigh.

Norman's lips curled into a cruel smile as Brad's panicked breaths fogged the cold metal restraints. "Oh, you're finally awake," he purred, dragging a gloved finger through the sticky mess still glistening on Brad's abs. "Your wife got a lovely slideshow—every thrust, every moan, that pathetic little shudder when you came on Beth like a dog in heat."

Karen's nails dug into Brad's inner thigh as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "She watched the whole thing," she whispered, her tongue flicking his earlobe. "Every. Single. Second."

Just so you know you don’t have to worry about your wife and kids anymore. she as already file for divorce and took your kids and went back home to her parents.

Brad’s throat worked, a dry click of terror as Norman’s gloved fingers tightened on his jaw. "Wh—why are you doing this?" His voice cracked, sweat beading along his hairline as the machine above him whirred to life, its segmented arms unfolding like the legs of some grotesque insect.

Norman’s grin split wide, his teeth gleaming under the sterile light. "Simple, stupid," he hissed, dragging the words out like a knife being unsheathed. "**** for the way you treated me in high school." The last syllable dripped with venom as he reached for a syringe filled with thick, iridescent fluid.

Norman's gloved hand closed around Brad's still-damp cock with a possessive squeeze, his thumb pressing cruelly into the sensitive slit. "What a pity," he murmured, watching the quarterback's hips jerk uselessly against the restraints. "You won't be needing this fat cock anymore after I'm done with you." The syringe's iridescent fluid caught the light as he traced its tip along Brad's trembling inner thigh.

Brad's breath came in ragged bursts, his sweat-slicked chest heaving. "W-what do you mean?" he choked out, eyes darting between the needle and Norman's twisted grin.

You’re going to be turned to a gay feminine boy toy. I’m going shirk your cock down to 3” but leave your huge balls so you can still shoot big load of cum. But you will only be able to get direction and orgasm by anal sex. You will love to suck cock and you will be as athletic and handsome you will be man.

Norman's laughter slithered through the lab as his fingers danced across the machine's control panel, punching in codes that made its segmented arms twitch with predatory anticipation. The screen flickered—Subject Parameters Confirmed: Masculine Suppression Protocol Active—as Brad's restraints vibrated with gathering energy.

Karen's lips parted in a whimper, her manicured hands clutching at Norman's sleeve. "Please," she begged, her pupils blown wide with **** hunger. "Let me taste him one last time—just once—before you ruin that perfect cock." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she stared at Brad's still-thick length, flushed and twitching against his stomach.

Norman’s grip on the control panel tightened, his jaw working as he watched Karen’s tongue flick hungrily toward Brad’s cock. "Fine," he snarled, shoving her forward with a rough hand between her shoulder blades. "But make it quick, you cum-hungry slut."

Karen moaned in gratitude, her fingers wrapping around Brad’s shaft with a possessive squeeze before her lips sealed over the head, sucking hard enough to wring a choked gasp from him. Her cheeks hollowed, her throat working as she took him deeper, saliva dripping down his length in thick, obscene strands.

Karen’s nails bit into Brad’s hips as she took him to the root, her throat fluttering around him with practiced hunger. A garbled moan tore from Brad’s lips—half-terror, half-betrayal of his own traitorous body—as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked with obscene precision. “Fuck—!” His back arched against the restraints, the metal biting into his wrists as his cock pulsed violently down her throat. Karen’s eyelids fluttered in ecstasy, her muffled whimpers vibrating through him as she swallowed every last drop, her tongue lapping at his oversensitive tip even as his hips jerked with involuntary aftershocks.

Norman’s finger slammed down on the activation switch before Brad’s softening cock had even slipped from Karen’s lips. The machine emitted a high-pitched whine as its segmented arms snapped forward, cold metal clamps encircling Brad’s wrists and ankles with a hydraulic hiss. A tremor ran through the quarterback’s body as the restraints tightened another fraction, pressing him flush against the steel table—helpless as the overhead array descended, its cluster of needle-tipped probes glistening with the same iridescent fluid from the syringe.

The machine's humming crescendoed into a predatory scream as the first wave of energy crackled through Brad's body. His muscles seized—back arching violently off the table—as the transformation protocols seared through his nervous system. Norman watched, breath ragged, as the quarterback's once-powerful frame convulsed, his broad shoulders narrowing under the shimmering forcefield, his abs flattening into a delicate taper. Brad's scream shattered into a girlish whimper when the probes suddenly skewered his cock, the needles injecting their iridescent payload directly into his shaft.

His once-thick length twitched pathetically as it began to shrink, flesh cinching tighter and tighter like a deflating balloon.

Brad’s scream dissolved into a breathy moan as the machine’s needles pulsed, his cock shrinking with each agonizing throb until only a delicate, pink nub remained—twitching pathetically between his thighs. His once-chiseled jawline softened, lips plumping as his cheekbones rose into a heart-shaped delicacy. A shudder wracked his slenderizing frame as his nipples peaked into sensitive buds, his hips widening with an audible creak of shifting bone.

Karen’s breath hitched as she watched Brad’s Adam’s apple melt away, his throat now smooth and inviting.

The transformation chamber filled with the scent of ozone and something sickly sweet as Brad's new form took shape. His once-muscular thighs trembled, their bulk melting into slender, hairless curves that would make any gym bro sneer in disdain. A high-pitched whimper escaped his newly plush lips as the machine's probes retracted with a wet squelch—leaving behind a cock no bigger than a thumb, flushed pink and already leaking precum at the slightest brush of air against its oversensitive tip.

Norman’s grin widened as he leaned in, his breath hot against Brad’s ear. "Look at you," he murmured, dragging a fingernail down the quarterback’s hairless chest. The touch sent an involuntary shiver through Brad’s transformed body, his breath hitching as his nipples tightened under the cruel caress.

A polished mirror slid forward on mechanical arms, positioning itself inches from Brad’s face. His widened, mascara-lashed eyes—another subtle addition from the machine—darted across the reflection in dawning horror. The man who had once dominated the football field was gone.

Norman’s fingers traced the newly formed swell of Brad’s breasts, his thumbs brushing over nipples that puckered instantly under the attention. "Do you like your new body?" he purred, squeezing just hard enough to make Brad gasp. "By the way, I also gave you a set of small, perky B-cup tits to go with your feminine body."

Brad’s breath hitched as his reflection confirmed the final humiliation—soft, delicate curves where hard muscle had once been, his chest now adorned with two perfect, trembling mounds. His tiny cock twitched pathetically against his thigh, a traitorous bead of precum glistening at the tip.

Brad’s widened eyes flickered downward against his will, drawn to the unmistakable bulge straining against Norman’s pants. A jolt of conflicting sensations surged through his transformed body—revulsion twisting his stomach while his traitorous little cock gave a feeble twitch, smearing another glossy streak of precum across his thigh. The machine’s residual energy still hummed beneath his skin, making every nerve hypersensitive; he could feel the shift in his own chemistry, the way his breath shallowed as Norman’s musk—sweat and something darker, predatory—filled his nostrils.

Norman chuckled, rolling his hips just enough to make the fabric pull taut. “Oh?

Norman’s chuckle deepened into a throaty growl as he stepped closer, the heat of his body pressing against Brad’s trembling form. "That’s it, my little fuckboy," he murmured, fingers tangling in Brad’s now-silky hair. "You like cock now, don’t you?"

Brad whimpered, his plush lips parting instinctively as Norman’s grip tightened, forcing his head down. The musky scent of arousal filled his nose, making his tiny cock twitch against his thigh, another bead of precum glistening on smooth skin. His breath hitched as the thick outline of Norman’s erection brushed against his cheek, the fabric rough against his newly sensitive flesh.

Brad’s delicate fingers trembled as they fumbled with Norman’s zipper, the metallic shink cutting through the lab’s sterile hum. His plump, glossed lips parted instinctively—saliva already beading at the corners of his mouth as Norman’s thick cock sprang free, the flushed head glistening under the fluorescent lights.

Brad’s throat constricted around Norman’s cock with practiced ease, his plush lips forming a perfect seal as he hollowed his cheeks.

Norman’s fingers tightened in Brad’s silken hair as a groan rumbled from his chest. "Damn, you’re good cock sucker I programmed you to suck cock like a seasoned whore," he hissed, rolling his hips forward to sink deeper into that wet, eager throat. Brad’s mascara-clumped lashes fluttered, tears streaking his flushed cheeks as his nose pressed against Norman’s pelvis. Every choked gag sent vibrations through Norman’s cock, the sensation amplified by the way Brad’s delicate fingers kneaded at his own tiny breasts, pinching his nipples in helpless arousal.

Norman’s grip tightened in Brad’s hair, yanking him off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva stretched between Brad’s swollen lips and Norman’s glistening shaft as he shoved the transformed quarterback backward onto the cold metal examination table. The impact jolted through Brad’s slender frame, his pert breasts bouncing as a breathy whimper escaped his throat.

“Time to fuck that virgin ass of yours,” Norman growled, running his palm along the inside of Brad’s trembling thigh. His fingers dug into supple flesh, spreading him wide as Brad’s tiny cock twitched helplessly against his stomach, already leaking a slick trail of precum.

Norman’s thick fingers slicked with lube glistened under the lab’s harsh lights as he stroked himself, spreading the cool gel along his throbbing length. Brad whimpered, his hairless thighs quivering as Norman’s free hand gripped his hip, angling his transformed body upward. The first press of Norman’s cockhead against Brad’s tight, virgin hole drew a broken gasp—his back arching as the thick intrusion stretched him wider, inch by unbearable inch.

“That’s it, take it like the little slut you are,” Norman growled, his voice ragged as he bottomed out with a rough snap of his hips.

Norman's calloused palm engulfed Brad's right breast, squeezing the soft flesh in rhythm with each brutal thrust. Brad's back arched off the table as a high-pitched moan tore from his throat - the dual sensations of being speared open while his sensitive new breast was manhandled sending electric shocks of pleasure through his rewired nervous system. His neglected cocklet dribbled helplessly against his stomach, the pathetic pink nub twitching with each snap of Norman's hips.

The scientist chuckled darkly, twisting Brad's nipple between thumb and forefinger as he leaned down to whisper, "Feel how your body needs this now?"

Norman's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Brad's hips, leaving angry red marks as he pulled out until just the tip remained before slamming back in with a wet slap. Brad's body jerked forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his prostate was mercilessly hammered.

"That's right, bitch," Norman growled, twisting Brad's nipple sharply between his fingers. "Your useless little dick stays soft no matter how much you beg - only this tight ass of yours gets to feel good now."

A thin trail of drool dripped from Brad's swollen lips as his body betrayed him, his hips twitching back against each thrust.

Brads huge balls tighten as his orgasm was building from his ass being fucked. His small 3” cock was the color purple begging for release?

Brad’s swollen balls drew up tight against his body, the heavy sac twitching as his neglected 3-inch cock throbbed an angry shade of purple. His toes curled against the cold metal table, every brutal thrust sending jolts of white-hot pleasure straight to his rewired nerve endings. A broken sob escaped his kiss-bruised lips as his prostate swelled under Norman’s relentless ****, his tiny cock dribbling useless streams of precum that pooled in the delicate hollow of his navel.

Norman sneered as he felt the telltale clench of Brad’s ass around his cock, the transformed jock’s hole fluttering like a ****, hungry mouth.

Brad's entire body seized as the first thick rope of cum erupted from his tiny cock, splattering across his trembling stomach in pearly streaks. His back arched violently off the table as his swollen balls convulsed, each pulse sending another hot spurt across his heaving chest—the thick streams painting his sensitive new breasts in sticky white. A broken scream tore from his throat as his ass clenched like a vise around Norman's cock, his prostate milking wave after humiliating wave from his useless little shaft.

Norman's laugh was dark and triumphant as he watched Brad's ruined body convulse beneath him, the former quarterback's nipples pebbling against the cooling streaks of his own release.

With a wet pop, the swollen head glistening with a mix of lube and the tight clench of Brad’s abused rim. A whimper trembled from Brad’s lips as the sudden emptiness made his thighs twitch, his oversensitive hole fluttering pathetically around nothing. Norman’s fist wrapped around his own thick length, stroking with slow, deliberate tugs, his foreskin sliding over the flushed crown with each motion.

"Where do you want me to cum, my little fuckboy?" Norman growled, his thumb smearing a bead of precum across Brad's trembling lower lip.

Brad's breath hitched as Norman's thick fingers tightened around his jaw, forcing his mouth open wider. His swollen tongue pressed uselessly against the intrusion, saliva dripping down his chin as Norman dragged the leaking head of his cock across his face, leaving sticky streaks on his flushed cheeks.

"F-fuck—" Brad whimpered, his voice wrecked, his body still shuddering from his own humiliating climax. His hole clenched around nothing, **** and empty, as Norman's free hand gripped his hip hard enough to bruise.

Brad’s breath hitched as Norman’s thick fingers tightened around his jaw, forcing his mouth open wider. His swollen tongue pressed uselessly against the intrusion, saliva dripping down his chin as Norman dragged the leaking head of his cock across his face, leaving sticky streaks on his flushed cheeks.

"F-fuck—" Brad whimpered, his voice wrecked, his body still shuddering from his own humiliating climax. His hole clenched around nothing, **** and empty, as Norman's free hand gripped his hip hard enough to bruise.

"My face," Brad gasped, the words barely more than a wet slur. "Mouth—I w-want to taste it."

Norman's laughter dripped with cruel amusement as his fist tightened around his thick cock, the veins standing out in stark relief against his flushed skin. "Such a greedy little slut," he sneered, jerking himself in rough strokes as the first thick pulse of cum erupted across Brad's cheekbone with a wet slap.

Brad flinched as the hot spatter painted his skin, his swollen lips parting instinctively—only for Norman to drag the swollen head of his cock downward, smearing another viscous stripe across his tongue. The bitter salt flooded his mouth as Norman groaned above him, his hips twitching with each violent spurt.

Norman's cock twitched violently as the next thick rope of cum splashed across Brad's lips, the viscous strands clinging to his trembling mouth before sliding down his chin in glistening trails. "Swallow it, princess," Norman snarled, pressing his thumb against Brad's bottom lip to smear the mess deeper—his other hand still working his shaft with rough strokes. The next pulse hit Brad's collarbone in a hot stripe, the pearly fluid dripping between his heaving B-cup breasts, their pink nipples stiffening as a shudder wracked his ruined body.

Norman's grip tightened in Brad's hair as the knock echoed through the lab, his cum still glistening on the former quarterback's ruined lips. "Right on time," he purred, dragging his thumb through the mess on Brad's chin before wiping it across one pert nipple. The door creaked open before Brad could protest, revealing a hulking silhouette in the doorway—thick-necked, with shoulders that strained against his leather jacket, his work boots leaving muddy prints on the clean tile.

Brad whimpered as Norman hauled him upright by his hair, his overstimulated body trembling, his gaping hole still twitching from the brutal fucking.

head toward the newcomer, his cum-smeared lips still parted in shock. "W-what’s this?" he slurred, his voice thick with saliva and humiliation. Norman’s fingers dug into his scalp, tilting his face up to meet the stranger’s hungry gaze.

"Oh, you’re going to your new home," Norman purred, dragging his thumb over Brad’s spit-slick lower lip. "I sold you to this gentleman. He’s taking you to your new career in the gay porn business."

The man in the doorway smirked, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer. Perfect he’ll make a great fuck boy with his small cock and those perky little tits. Brad scream as a man carried him out of the room.