This story was originally posted at Male Transformation Blog as part of the ‘Caption This’ series, in which Sean provides a photo for inspiration and allows his readers to write the story. I was blown away when Sean asked to repost it as a standalone entry on the MT Blog. -El Fantasmo
“Stop it! We can’t keep eating this shit!”
Their arm was fighting itself, trying to obey two masters at once. The effort caused the veins to pop out and the abnormally large muscles to strain.
“Let me eat it, Brett!” came a different voice from the same mouth.
“No! Dammit Nathan, we’ll both get fat, not just you!”
“EAT!”
“NO!”
“Ugggnnnnnnnnnnn, yes!!” Nathan strained to bring the delicious, gooey danish closer to their mouth.
Standoff - neither one could overwhelm the other’s concentration. Brett was originally an officer, and had the self confidence of one. Nathan was enlisted, and had an equal in his self confidence backed up by experience.
When they were both injured in training, Brett offered to merge with Nathan so they’d both be healed, and they’d end up as one much stronger being. But the 50/50 arrangement hadn’t lasted long, as their conflicting desires and lifestyles brought things to a boiling point.
Nathan managed to force their mouth open, and he tried to lean toward their hand to get a bite. Oh, he wanted a bite so badly - two days of nothing but steamed vegetables and lean protein was more than he could take.
Brett hadn’t let him drink, or smoke, or eat anything with any flavor, or get laid, or even jerk off. At first they’d had a sharing agreement, and Brett even liked the new experiences - until it interfered with his workout. Then he cut Nathan off from his pleasures completely.
“Come on asshole, it’s my body too!”
Their arm jerked toward their mouth.
“No, this is what’s best for us!”
Their arm jerked backward again, and their mouth snapped shut on thin air as the danish went out of reach again.
“Ouch! That caught our tongue, jackass!”
“It’s not my fault! If you weren’t trying to - OUCH!”
Nathan had spared enough concentration to bark their shin on the table support, hard. It distracted Brett just enough for Nathan to seize control of their other arm and work it past their waistband and grasp their rather impressive shared cock.
The surprise of that completely disrupted Brett’s prudish concentration, and Nathan got his bite of danish as well as fostering an amazing hard on.
Nathan had some momentum going for him, so he continued the game of pocket pool, knowing that Brett would be mortified by the idea of playing with himself in a public area, even through they were alone.
Brett squawked in awkward terror through a mouthful of danish, and tried to use the first arm to fight with the one Nathan had taken over completely.
“Get our hand out of there! What if someone sees?!”
“I don’t - (grunt) - care! I’m hungry and horny and tired of your puritanical bullshit!”
Nathan rolled the tip of their cock between the thumb and forefinger of their left hand, causing a sharp burst of pleasure.
Now Nathan had a bigger advantage - it had been days since they’d gotten off, so their body was more than ready, chock full of desire and hormones. Since Nathan wanted it and Brett didn’t, more of the balance was in Nathan’s favor.
“(UGN), you can’t - (gasp) - do this in - (gasp) here!”
“Then take us to the head if you want, where it’s private, but I’m not stopping!”
Their mouth spread into an evil grin, as Nathan gained more control of the other arm - muscle memory said both hands were involved in jerking off, and that began to overwhelm Brett’s control.
Nathan laughed out loud as Brett practically bolted for the bathroom door.
“Dammit Nathan, I need a hand to open the door!”
Nathan obliged and they were inside the tiny locked room in no time.
Now both arms and the entire upper torso were completely Nathan’s. He stripped off their pants as fast as he could to avoid losing the arousal of their erection.
Stroking and pulling at their cock, they were close to climax - and Nathan backed off.
“Get it over with, you perv!” Brett shouted, the combination of humiliation and unsatisfied lust driving him insane.
Nathan repeated the pattern of edging several more times, finally breaking Brett’s resolve.
“Just let us come, dammit! Please! i won’t fight you as much, I’ll - ”
He edged back again. “You won’t fight me as MUCH? Fuck you! Swear you’ll let me have my way!”
Brett wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t have the experience Nathan did at fighting off desires - Brett usually just denied himself the opportunity rather than deal with temptation. As a result of being a prude, he was easily overwhelmed with the reality of needing to come and not being allowed. Once the process started, he was mad with desire for climax.
“No! Please, 50/50, like before - ”
Nathan edged back again. He hoped Brett gave in soon, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand it, either.
“Allright! You win! Just let - us - come!”
It would be one thing if Nathan just took him at his word, but he could feel the retreat of Brett’s presence in their body as his mind actually did what he promised.
The climax was glorious. Nathan felt powerful because he had defeated Brett, an incredible aphrodisiac, and Brett finally just let himself go and enjoy an orgasm for the first time in his life.
Waves of pleasure washed over their body and minds, streams of ejaculate shot from their cock and covered the wall.
When it was over, Nathan was definitely in majority control of their body. Brett was still able to assert himself if necessary, but only with Nathan’s acquiescence.
After Nathan was done cleaning up their mess, he turned to the mirror. Their new arrangement had other side effects, too - Nathan’s tattoos were prominent again, and their face resembled him more than Brett, now.
Nathan smirked in the mirror, both happy and cocky at the result, and laughed.
“No hard feelings, Brett - I’m not gonna be a dick about this, but I am gonna be me.”
Now that the body was mostly his, more of his history reasserted itself, and he desperately wanted a smoke.
Walking back to the break room to get their jacket, Nathan saw what was on the table and smirked again. He sat down long enough to pick up another half danish and cram it in his face.
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