Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 19:56:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Jockhole Transformations Part 6 *** Fuckhole *** Ricky walked into the store like he always walked – timidly. The shy, quiet nerd did all he could to stay unnoticed. Still, he was the target of bullying more often than not. For one thing, he was thin, he was short, he wasn't white and worst of all his surname was Kok. Obviously, Ricky Kok had been called every possible slangword for penis – sometimes in front of teachers who did nothing. He entered the Jockhole in search of underwear. "Hello there," said the shopkeeper, a somewhat beefy man with a noteworthy hair style, clad in shorts and a polo shirt. "Um, I'm just looking for..." "Oh, I know what you need." "...underwear?" Ricky asked. "Self-esteem." "Uh..." The man shoved him toward the changing booth and tossed a black thong into Ricky's hands. It said Jockhole on the front. Without complaint, the boy hurried to undress in case other people wanted to use the booth. He didn't really think he wanted the thong but it was awkward not to buy it, now that he already wore it. The teen with rippling muscles squeezed his broad torso through the gap between curtain and wall, as if afraid to disturb the curtain's position. "Uh... I don't think I like this one." The shopkeeper's eyes widened. "You don't like it? Seems we have a worse problem than expected." The man pushed a purple posing thong into the teen's arms before shoving him back into the booth. Ricky looked at the posing thong that had Monsterhole written inside the pouch. He tried it on, even though he wasn't comfortable with the idea. Stepping outside again, the teen's broad and round shoulders pushed the curtain aside as he swaggered along, his thick quads making him stand with feet wide apart. The tan and cut superman unhappily tried to hide his rippling torso behind his arms – the basketball sized biceps flexing in front of his perfectly square pecs. "I'm not sure about this..." "Dang!" the vendor said. "I think we can try one of the Bullhole caps but those are tricky to use. I'm not even sure the testosterone would... Actually!" The man vanished behind the counter and reemerged with an unlabeled paper box. Ricky wanted to retreat into the booth but the man pulled a gray jockstrap from the box and held it up to Ricky's chest. "I wouldn't normally do this," the vendor said, "but these are from a special sub-brand in our brand family. They're sort of... experimental. I can let you test the current version if you agree to a survey." "I... I'm not really looking for a jockstrap." "It'll help. Trust me." "Uh... I think..." Ricky was shoved back into the booth with some effort – his body was far bigger and heavier than the man's. The jockstrap in his hand spelled out the brand's name in simple letters: Fuckhole. A moment later he emerged with the jockstrap, otherwise looking exactly the same. "Now, how about a free razor?" the vendor asked. "Or have a look at the jewelry display." "Hm... I'm all right. I already have these nipple and navel rings. And I'm still smooth, so..." Ricky said, swiping his big hand over the area where his eyebrows and head hair would have been if it wasn't for diligent removal. "Fine then, enjoy the clothing and the survey will follow." "Right... um, thanks? Where do I pay or..." "Have a nice day, Ricky. Bye." "R-right, I just need to grab my clothes." "I have your shirt right here," the man said and handed over a gray tank top that only reached to Ricky's pierced belly button. The teen struggled into the tight clothing. "O-okay, bye." *** Ricky couldn't put his finger exactly on when he had started going out with no pants. He wasn't even sure he liked it. But the jockstrap fit too well not to show it off. A minute after entering the mall, he spotted a cute guy – slim and with glasses. As soon as their eyes met, the guy came over and grabbed the muscle teen's hand wordlessly. Ricky let himself get pulled along by the much lighter person until they crashed through an emergency exit. In the dimly lit stairwell, the stranger undressed, his erection already poking out of his jean's hem. "Turn," the guy said, breathlessly. Ricky followed the request as if in trance. The stranger dropped to his knees and squeezed his face between the massive hunk's glutes, beard burning Ricky's hole with his scruff. After a minute of rimming, the stranger stood up and hammered his dick into the slick hole, fucking as if mad – more spasming than thrusting into Ricky. Pressed against the cool concrete wall, the muscle teen moaned softly into the darkness as the stranger unloaded with a whimper. Seconds later, Ricky was left alone. It had all happened in the blink of an eye and now his hole was wet and quivering. The Asian teen waited until his head stopped spinning, then rubbed his mega-quads together until the escaped cum was gone and left the stairwell. A few steps into the mall he met eyes with an older man who was followed by a wife and three loud kids. He was fairly hot, having clearly spent time on his physique. He excused himself from his family and walked over to Ricky, saying, "Come on," before pulling the teen into the washroom. In a toilet stall, he stripped while on his knees, licking Ricky's hole to make it wet and to clean out the cum still in it. Within seconds, Ricky got his second dose of dick and the married man nearly cried at the pleasure of fucking such an amazing superman creature. A mere minute later, Ricky swaggered out of the mall, filled with cum and the confidence that he could have anyone he wanted. In the parking lot he met eyes with a cute boy on a skateboard, who rolled over and followed Ricky's lead into the hedges where the boy got his first taste of muscle and sank his dick into the massive teen. Ricky made it to the bus stop, avoiding eye contact. Then he looked up at the schedule and his glaze clashed with that of a hunk in a tank top. They didn't catch the next bus, too busy fucking behind a billboard. *** Ace considered the survey complete. By which he meant he had surveyed Ricky long enough. The Jockhole store owner jotted down his notes. Clearly, Ace thought, the Fuckhole brand was working as intended. Ricky's confidence had skyrocketed. But the effect needed to be toned down a little. Ace wasn't sure how the teen was going to make it through a day of school. Running his fingers through his teal undercut, the man kept composing the letter to the headquarters. While he needed them to understand that the Fuckhole jockstraps were too powerful, he didn't want to make it seem like the current, experimental batch needed to be recalled. He wanted to keep it, just in case. *** Alpha-T *** Griffin and JP had been on their way to the mall to fit themselves out with new bling – garish jewelry. They were about to graduate and needed to show off to their peers. Both boys wore nothing more than casual clothes, their usual plethora of bling at home to approach their purchases with a fresh mind. On their way they had come across the Jockhole and seen a selection of gold chains and shiny wristlets in the display window. Griffin was the more impulsive one and entered the store without further thought. "Yo, anyone here!?" A teal haired man approached them. "What can I do for you?" "Just lookin' for shinies," Griffin said. "We want bling that looks expensive," JP added. "But it needs to be actually cheap, hehe." He caught his friend's elbow nudge before it landed in his flank. The salesman said, "Take a look. If you want a 30% discount you only need to pick any item of clothing." "Wow, okay," Griffin said. "I'll be having this thing," he added and grabbed a yellow stringer tank top with Alpha-T written across the front. "It's part of a package," the vendor said and held up an equally yellow thong with Alpha-T on the hem. "You need to take both for the discount. But I can count it as two items if your friend takes the thong." JP shrugged. "Sure, man." "Try it on then." Griffin scoffed. "Do we have to? We're just here for the sparkly bits, man." "I'll have an easier time recommending jewelry when I see you in our brand's attire." "Whatever," JP said, tore the stringer tank from his buddy's hands, threw the thong at him and headed for the changing booth. Griffin watched the pale, mildly buff teen enter the cabin. A minute later he watched the brown, musclebound jock leave it again. "Lookin' fly, JP... uh, I mean MK." At that MK – short for Mongkut – turned around to show off how well the stringer tank top fit his striated, deep caramel body. In the process he flashed the new Jockhole tattoo on the back of his shoulder. The stringer top hung so ridiculously low that it nearly exposed Mongkut's navel. It ended just high enough above the knees to let the world know that his quads were the biggest muscle his body had to offer. "Hey man," Mongkut asked the shopkeeper. "Weird question but does the T in Alpha-T stand for Thai by any chance?" "Good guess," the man said. "You're right about that. Funny you picked exactly this model." "Just your luck, MK," Griffin said. "But you could've noticed the Thai flag on the back. Haha." Mongkut grabbed the back of his loose stringer top and pulled it to the front to see the print. "Oh." In the process he flashed his naked hip. "Whoa, MK! You're not wearin' anythin' under that stringer?" "Nope," the jock said and grinned. "Where's the problem. It hangs so low, it could cover a dick three times as long." Griffin was about to enter the booth when the shopkeeper pulled the thong from his hand, saying, "This one's got a tear. Here's a new one." "Okay, thanks." The teen entered the booth with a frown as he saw that the new thong had Beta-T written on it instead. He stripped anyway and slipped the thong over his thick, smooth, light brown legs. While Klahan wasn't as beefy as his friend Mongkut he was certainly just as cut. Stepping out of the booth, Klahan walked right over to the jewelry display, which they had come for originally. The much taller Mongkut was already picking out a simple necklace from a generic brand for himself. "Hey Klahan, you should try this one!" "That looks like a chain. Wouldn't you put that on a pitbull?" Mongkut wrapped the chain tightly around his friend's neck and secured the small padlock that had a nearly illegible label on the back, saying Painhole. "Um, I don't really..." The lock clicked shut under Klahan's face. "I mean... thank you sir." The boys picked about a dozen rings from generic brands until the shopkeeper said, "How about I throw in some socks?" He handed Mongkut a pair of white low cut socks with up arrows on them and Klahan got a pair with down arrows. They slipped into the footwear. Looking down at his mighty legs, Klahan was happy to have found a thong that didn't make it obvious how small his package was. The yellow didn't make it easy to gauge depth, so the near flatness of his crotch was less apparent. With the usual pang of jealousy he looked at his friend, who should have really put on some pants. Mongkut's penis poked the stringer top even in his perfectly soft state – the tip threatening to poke out under the hem. Shouldn't his balls have been dangling low enough to be visible? Not quite, it seemed. Klahan added some chain-like wristlets to his ensemble. They were also from Painhole. As he locked them in place he wondered if he had enough money on him to pay for his and master's shopping. If master had to pay for his own purchases at least he'd surely give Klahan a good spanking for lack of forethought. "Any body jewelry?" the shopkeeper asked. "Nah," Mongkut said after taking a look. "I'm already wearing a nose ring just like that one. Some ear rings maybe? But I'm happy with my current ones. Klahan, do you want to add anything to your nipple and tongue studs?" "No sir." "Well, thanks for the transaction boys," the vendor said. "Have fun with your new bling. But I almost forgot you get free razors with every purchase." Klahan hummed. "Sir, we literally just got everything but the top of our heads shaved. And it's not like we have any untrimmed body hair." "Yeah," Mongkut said, "we'll pass. But thanks." "Yes, thank you sir," Klahan said. "Bye then, Mongkut. Bye Klahan," the vendor said with a warm smile and returned to his register while they left. *** Next up: A boy gets his inner beast turned on, and the Jockhole is not the only place that sells interesting clothes.