BACK WITH BEN

Ben glanced around the island, his newfound status as a true man still sinking in. His thoughts were interrupted by Jake, who was finishing his session with a locked boi. Jake patted the boi's butt affectionately as the boi thanked him for the release.

"So, Ben," Jake said, turning his attention back to his friend, "what's your type?"

Ben hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I like muscled guys."

Jake chuckled and corrected him gently, "You mean muscled bois."

Ben nodded, adjusting to the terminology. Jake then pointed to a particularly well-built boi standing nearby, his hands raised above his head to expose his nub cock. The boi's body was smooth and glistening in the sunlight, his muscles defined and impressive.

"How about that one?" Jake suggested.

Ben's eyes lit up. "Perfect. Exactly my choice."

With newfound confidence, Ben approached the muscled boi. The boi immediately dropped to his knees, his eyes pleading and voice trembling as he begged pathetically for cum. "Please, sir, give me your seed," the boi implored.

Ben felt a rush of power and excitement. He removed his shorts, revealing his cock, and was shocked to see that it had increased drastically in size. Jake, who had been watching, chuckled again. "That's the result of the Type-T ****," he explained.

Ben nodded, feeling a mix of astonishment and thrill. He had long concealed a fantasy of turning the tables and being a top/dom, and now he had the perfect opportunity to play it out. With Jake's advice and support, Ben decided to embrace this fantasy.

The muscled boi, still on his knees, looked up at Ben with wide, expectant eyes. "Please, sir," he repeated, his voice filled with desperation.