Toy Party

Ross woke up with an unfamiliar weight laying on top of his belly. At first, he thought it was his hand - he had vague, cloudy recollections of some kind of sexual dream. He wouldn't be surprised if he had jerked himself off in his sleep. The only problem was.. his hands were on his chest. He raised his head, peering down his bulging pecs and cut abs, to the large, silicone, flesh colored column that was laying on his stomach. What had happened to his dick?!

He yelped, the shock of what he was seeing causing him to lurch to the side, falling off of the bed in a tangle of blankets. 

The next room over, David awoke to the sound of the sharp yelp. He sat up in bed, the dreams of the woman with the huge jugs disappearing into the recesses of his mind. Dammit. He reached down, to grope at the hard morning wood that jutted out from his groin, finding instead a thick, fleshy, warm, numb protuberance, much wider than his cock. He stared at it, trying to understand what was going on. There was a fleshlight wrapped around his dick. He could feel his bone, throbbing inside it, twitching with the last vestiges of his exciting dream, with the pleasure of the slight touch of David's fingers against it. 

Keeping one hand on the toy, he reached over to the nightstand for his glasses, putting them on and blinking his eyes. "What in the hell is this thing," he muttered, his toes splaying at the overly-intense pleasure he felt, just from the act of holding the toy sheathing his dick.

Outside his room, heavy foot steps shuffled slowly towards the bathroom, as Dan groggily started his daily routine. Dan was a gentle giant - the tallest and heaviest of the frat, but also the softest. The big guy had not yet noticed the dangling weight pulling down on his thick plug of a cock, bouncing and squashing against his fat nuts as he struggled to get to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

"Y'all got the same toys on your dick as I do?" was shouted from down the hall. Eric pushed in bedroom door after bedroom door, kicking in some, a similar large silicone penetrable slapping from thigh to thigh as he did so. "Dustin's not here, so I'm guessing this is some kind of prank of his?"

Ross came into the hallway as well, instinctively grasping at the weight swinging back and forth between his legs, shuddering as he did so. "Maybe. If it is, he went way too far, this shit feels like its glued in place."

Dan peeked out of the bathroom, mouth foaming with toothpaste as he scrubbed. Ross, the fraternity president, sighed and thumbed towards the exit out of the hallway. "Okay, everyone into the living room. Let's do a head count and figure out what's going on."

There was no head count necessary; almost the entire frat was off for a long weekend, with only eight members remaining: Ross, David, Dan, Eric, Liam, Luke, Noah, and Dustin. Ross watched as they filed out of their rooms, some strutting and laughing, others sheepishly trying to hide their new oversized appendages in their hands. 

The main living area reeked of stale beer and the musks of the unwashed frat brothers. Ross rubbed at his nose, feeling a shiver at the scent of his friend's sharp musks, something that had never bothered him before. Dan sat in the middle of the large sofa, with David on one side and Luke on the other. Noah stood behind, arms crossed, and Liam had claimed the large recliner for himself. Eric leaned against the banister that led down to the rest of the frat house, and Ross was standing in the middle of the room.

The assembled guys were all wearing the same fleshy cylindrical columns from their groins, hanging down like leeches - except for in Eric's case, as his was jutting straight out in front of him. The wrestler was grinning at that, hips thrust forward, showing off as always. The sex toys were fairly uniform, save for the different 'skin colors', and the organic way they bulged slightly at one end or another.

"He's really outdone himself this time, didn't he?" Ross said, trying to lighten the mood. He gestured down to his dick, cupping up underneath it, trying not to react too obviously to the pleasure that crackled up his spine as he did. "I mean, seriously? Super glue? Does anyone know how to remove this without removing our pubes?"

"I think nail polish remover will work," Luke said, stroking his fingers curiously along the bottom of the toy, near where it touched his groin. He kept looking over at Dan's, even as he played with his own. "I mean, it removes most solvents. It might destroy the toy, though."

"Eh, if the silicone melts, we can just wash it off," Ross said, clapping his hands together. "Easy peasy. David, you're the nerd, what do you think about all this?"

"I'm not the nerd," David said, pushing up against his glasses. "But this is weird. I.. I mean I feel weird. I got this like... itch." He gestured down to the toy in his lap, laying between his slender thighs. "Like I want to stroke myself off. But more than that - I've never been naked in front of y'all, so casually, before. I mean, that's weird, right? Aren't any of you feelin self conscious?"

"About this?" Eric asked, snorting. "Fuck no, there's nothing wrong with being naked in front of your brothers."

David rolled his eyes, "Well of course you would say that, you enjoy flaunting yourself. But, really? Noah? I've not seen you nude since we got hazed together. You feel it too, right? The... weirdness?"

Noah shrugged, his hand having wrapped around the root of the sex toy, squeezing it casually and rhythmically. "I think... you need to lay off the cheap speed, Davey-boy. You're losing it."

Noah laughed, and Ross shot him a glare. He gestured to David, nodding sympathetically. "Let's not jump to conclusions and freak everyone out. I admit, I kind of really want to just wank off, right now, but I am guessing that Dustin must have lined the sex toy with some kind of hormonal gel or something. Sounds like him, right? Get all of us horned up and stuck in a flesh light?"

The others chuckled. Well, some of them did. Eric flexed his hips, and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if that's what he did, he spent a lot of money to force me to do something I was gonna do anyways! It's Saturday, my dudes!" He laughed, and grabbed the sex toy, tugging it. 

The silicone stretched away from his groin, and the thick bulb of his glans could be seen sliding down it's length, remaining still as the rest of the fleshlight stretched around it. Eric's shoulders sank down, the cocky stud curling forward as if he had been kicked in the nuts.

"J-jesus," he stammered, holding the toy stretched out in front of him. Each millimeter that the toy was tugged, rubbed it against his hidden cock, which was somehow more sensitive than he had ever been. "It.. it's like being uncut, I guess? Fuck, this is intense!"

Eric pulled the toy back down, crumpling the toy into the base of his shaft, his shining pink cockhead jamming out through the hole in the end. Several of the frat members let out a sigh of relief; they had worried that perhaps there was some last prank, blue food coloring or the like, lining the inside of the toys. Now, though, they stared at their friend's full erection, the gleaming cap oozing messily before he resheathed it inside the toy. 

"You guys, shit, you gotta try this," Eric panted, his eyes slitting as he leaned back against the bannister. He let out a growl of surrender, head back and mouth open, just openly fisting his dick with the toy. An accompaniment of slick, wet sounds came, as precum added moisture to the already slick inside of the sex toy.  

Ross was almost surprised. Eric had always been one to push envelopes, and buttons, and the chance to jack off in front of a crowd of his mostly-straight frat brothers was an irresistible lure for him to resist. Ross felt his own dick throb with the slick shrlup and shlich of the hungry toy against Eric's thick flesh. 

Directly across from him, Luke watched in stunned silence. He leaned back in the couch, his fingers unconsciously twisting, gripping and kneading against the toy, feeling the subtle pangs of sharp, intense pleasure that doing so fed his system. Someone laughed nearby, but it was a forced, uncertain laugh, the kind that came after a bad joke. Luke licked his lips, imagining it was his hand stroking the toy against Eric's length, wanting to see the man cum from being jacked off.



Ross could sense the shifting nature in the room, could somehow smell the pheromones, the salty musk rising up as bodies began to heat up with arousal. His tongue remained in his mouth, which felt too dry to speak all of a sudden. He glanced down, at the jutting spire, the sex toy at his crotch demanding that he grip and stroke it. 

Liam beat him to it, though. His sharp, angular features had seemed calm, as he studied Eric's wanton display, but just as Ross felt his hand closing in around the end of the fleshlight, the engineering student jumped to his feet. Eric's performance, Ross knew, could be interpreted as a challenge to the competitive under grad, and Liam couldn't resist taking the bait.
Liam grasped his maleness through the toy, his confident smirk flashing surprise, a startled grunt as he felt the intensity of the toy. He stroked himself almost cautiously, the startled expression shifting to a confounded rapture, his head jerking back as if slapped as he felt the intense sensation of the toy around his shaft.

Eric didn't seem to notice or care, as he quickly fisted himself with one hand. His other stroked along his chest, gripping at the piercing on his nipple, stroking his belly, trying to find something to complement the intensity of pleasure that the sex toy was giving him. There was nothing else that could compare, though, everything faded in comparison with the sensation of this. 

David stroked himself, just once, and then dropped the sex toy with a hiss. "That's it," he said, glancing around at the others in the room. "The itch.. it's connected to that. Don't you feel it?"

"It feels good," Eric said, laughing. He pushed away from the bannister, stepping closer to Liam, who similarly stepped closer. The two rivals sized each other up, looking at each other's fists stroking with harsh, slippery sounds against their dicks. "Shut up and crank it, dweeb."

Something about Eric's dick looked weird, though. Ross had seen it enough times to know the shape of it, broad and bell shaped. The tip of it was popping in and out of the end of the fleshlight with each stroke, and as it shifted in and out, Ross was sure that it was... changing. He started to walk towards them, wanting to ask, but before he could, Eric reached forward and grasped the end of Liam's fleshlight.

"You don't mind sharing, right?" Eric teased. "Puny dick like yours is only half filling it anyways!" And with that, he thrust his own dick through his sex toy and into Liam's. Ross gasped - the end of Eric's cock was only bared for a moment, but whereas it had been a rounded bulbous dome before, it was certainly more conical shape, the tip of it protruding forward in an almost alien way. Then it was gone, buried in Liam's fleshlight.

Liam gasped at the intrusion, and immediately grasped Eric's fleshlight, pulling it towards him and thrusting his dick against Eric's. The two men groaned as they thrust their hips, a hidden duel of sparring cocks sluicing wetly and slickly against each other between the combined flesh toys. Their grunts were almost animalistic, as they butted heads, each one vying for space in the others' sheath.

Noah, who had been watching all of this from behind the couch, sauntered around the periphery of the room now. The curly haired business major was rubbing his hands together, clearly delighted to see the two rivals straining to dock with each other. "I always knew you two had the hots for each other." 

The two men ignored Noah, as they drooled and sneered at each other, frustrated grimaces shifting into slack jawed moans of pleasure before contorting into irritation. Noah's own erection jutted upwards, its upwards curve sharp enough to be seen even through the cushioning insulation of the sex toy. He hadn't touched himself, yet, intoxicated purely with the surrender of Eric and Liam into their mutual pleasure.

Ross was nearly overwhelmed by the intense, competing musks that had filled the room. It wasn't a dirty scent, it was merely virile, as if the men's bodies were cooking up excess hormones to stake their claim. Ross glanced down to David, who was whimpering as he tried to resist gripping his own erection.

"It's some kind of hormone," David said, as he realized Ross was watching him. Ross couldn't quite make out what he was saying, as all he could feel and think of was the sensation of the toy, gripping his length, hanging from it, heavy and warm and so, so sensitive. 

"What's a hormone?" Ross asked, having a hard time keeping his train of thought. "It's not a hormone, it's a prank. Just a prank, courtesy of Dustin's twisted sense of humor." He struggled not to smile, his body shivering with the anticipation of how good it was going to be to finally get to cum. He pulled his hand away from his cock, tossing both of his arms wide into the air. "Look, y'all, this is just a prank, so we might as well enjoy it! Let's use it to our advantage, and bond with each other! The fraternity that cums together.. scrums together! Let's do it!"

That was all it took for Luke, who had already been gently stroking himself, and Dan, who had just been waiting for permission. They began to stroke themselves, the soft, slick sounds of the sex toys' inner linings stroking their shafts adding to the chorus from the others. Ross grasped his own, closing his eyes and listening to the shlrps, shlicks, the rasping sound of silicone against flesh. He could almost hear the shape of his friends' cocks, based on the way the toys stroked and smoothed against them - and it was concerning to him, vaguely, distantly, that Eric and Liam's cocks were making nearly no noises at all at this point. 

David alone fought to resist the urge. He leaned away from the others, his fingers tapping quickly at his phone. His glasses were slightly askew, threatening to drop off of his nose, but he knew that if he moved his fingers off of the screen of the phone, he would be plunging them down to his groin, masturbating with the rest of them. 

Frustratingly, he couldn't find any records of 'spontaneous sex orgies' on Reddit, and there was no indications of any biological attacks. He texted Dustin, but hadn't even been left on read. Idiot was probably still sleeping over at his girlfriends. His fingers trembled, as he fought the urge to drop his phone and reach for his dick again. 
All around him, dudes were masturbating, the scent of their precum starching the air, their groans and gasps combining with the orchestra of wet sex toys.

"Hey, David, you should jack off," Dan said, sitting next to him. "This feels really good."

The big oaf was trying to be helpful, but David shook his head. His glasses slipped off, bouncing off of his phone and falling to the floor. Dammit. "Uh n o thanks, I'm good Dan, promise."

"Come on," Dan said, pleading. He reached down, and David felt the electric thrill as Dan's big hand engulfed the sex toy, awkwardly squeezing it around him. "Here, I'll help you. It feels real good."

"Dan, don't-" David tried to protest, but it was far, far too late. His eyes closed, phone dropping from his senseless fingers, as Dan began to slowly stroke the hot, slick toy along his trapped maleness. "Don't... Dan... don't..."

"Too late," Dan said, teasingly, as he stroked himself with his other hand. "Sorry, but everyone has to jerk off, together."

Across the room, Liam and Eric were snapping at each other's faces, a bizarre form of masochistic foreplay as they tried to bite each other's noses and lips. They were vying, snarling now, their lips pulled back even as they thrust their cocks along and against each other's. They didn't know why, couldn't care why anymore, but they knew they needed to be the one to win, in whatever way that meant. 

"Why can't I cum?!" Eric finally exclaimed, pulling himself away from Liam. Liam grinned widely, his teeth disheveled, like they didn't quite fit in his jaws right anymore. Eric staggered back to the bannisted, leaning against it, furtively, desperately stroking the sex toy against his dick meat.

Liam's hands never left his shaft, though his face was twitching, contorting with exasperation as he stroked himself as well. The soft, wet, sumptuous sound of his dick stroking had  shifted, becoming dryer, raspier. The sex toy had shrunk somewhat, drying out perhaps, the silicone barely reaching to the tip of Liam's fluted, jutting erection.

It wasn't just Eric and Liam who were struggling to climax. The urge was there, the need, but something was different about it. The men were clenching their buttocks, thrusting their hips forward, as the itch to climax began to become ever more incessant. 

David had tried to warn them about it, but now he was just as slack-jawed and gooning as the rest of them, clutching to Dan as the big guy easily manhandled his cock, the tight, slow strokes making him shudder with each pass. Each of them, all of them, had long ago passed the point where they should have cum, but it was as if the need to climax was changing somehow, like it was being rerouted.

Noah was the first one to figure it out. He had mounted on the large recliner that Liam had been sitting in, kneeling on it's ragged leather seat and grinding his dick against the back cushion, buttocks clenching and unclenching with each stroke. He held the back of the chair in both hands, and each time he thrusted, each time he clenched down, he felt a tingling sensation in his brain, a feeling that felt the way a tuning fork sounded when you banged it against the table. 

this was all he could think, as he ground against it, but even that was not enough. The stroking was good, felt great, but it was the clenching that was making him feel good. Distantly, in the back of his mind, he realized that he could feel something between his buttocks, something sticky and gooey, drooling down along his ass crack. It tickled. It itched. And when he clenched down, not to thrust against the chair, but just to crush his ass between his buttocks, his head span with the intensity of release that he was searching for in his cock.

Suddenly, it all made sense. He leapt to his feet, clutching the chair still in his paws, and glanced around, his hackles raised. Nobody was looking, noticing him or the chair, caught up in the endless straining urge to climax. Good. 

Noah turned, and bent over, cramming his butt in against the flanged head rest of the chair, the upholstered wood jamming in between his buttocks and crushing in against a small, pearly gland that, until just now, he did not even realize he had.  He felt it crumple in against the skin of his anus, bigger than a skin tag but not by much, and his head boiled with intense satisfaction as he smeared himself against the edge of the chair.

Seed fountained out of his cock, though the pleasure that Noah was experiencing, the euphoria of release, was not connected to such a base and purely mechanical emission. He groaned, stroking his buttocks up and down along the chair's wing, lifting one leg up to better spread his buttocks apart. He could feel the greasy smear he was leaving on the upholstery, didn't care, and crushed himself back against it again. 

"What's he doing?" Luke asked, sniffing at the air. Eric and Liam, ears shifting towards the sound of wet ejaculate splattering the floor, turned to Noah. Ross smelled the starchiness of the pungent ejaculate, but he could smell something more. He closed in on Noah, along with Eric and Liam, the three horny men needing to know what had happened, what Noah had done. They pulled him away from the chair, flopping the senseless male over the couch, onto Dan and Luke's lap. 

Ross crouched down, sniffing at the dark, oily stain that had been left on the chair wing by Noah's action. He was repulsed with himself for doing it, thinking at first that it was shit, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know what it was. Fortunately, it was something much more interesting then what he had thought it was. The aroma was sharply benzenous, turpentine and skunk weed, but it was also irrefutably Noah. More than his armpits or his crotch or his feet stank of him, this was Noah's distilled essence. Ross found himself backing away from Noah's chair, glancing down at the senseless man, his ass turned up.

"Luke, what's that cherry?" He asked, pointing at the shiny, inflamed red bead that was protruding from Noah's rear end. He reached behind him, his fingers stroking against the thick fuzz of his own ass crack, dipping inside to stroke his finger gently against- 

His head exploded in stars as he strummed the protruding, soft, tender gland that was jutting out of his own ass. His cock throbbed, forgotten but needy as it jutted upwards. Ross didn't notice, didn't care, his mind directly connected to the pleasure bulb that he had just activated. 

"Oh, goooood-" he moaned, as he rubbed his finger against the protruding bubble. Each touch, each bump, was boiling his brain in ecstasy, and he stuffed his fingers in, pinching it between them, squeezing and rubbing and crushing it, until, until-

It popped. The tender organ, swollen with his sticky oil, squirted it's tacky, tar-like ooze against his finger tips, and Ross came.

"Dude!" Luke protested, trapped under Noah, as Ross's sheathed canine shaft began to spurt hot, stinging strands of seed against the musician's chest. Some of it landed on Dan next to him, but most of it was landing on Luke, the salty, acrid jizz tingling against his lips and tongue as it splattered against him. "Ugh, you taste like-" Luke didn't really have enough brain cells to come up with a witty retort. He was humiliated, unable to stop wanking himself as Ross marked him. His ears pulled back, cheeks flushed with hot shame, as he frantically stroked himself.

Dan, releasing David's cock, reached over to twiddle Noah's swelling cherry himself. His big fingers pried the moaning, delirious brother's ass cheeks apart, capturing the soft and slick, hot little bit of flesh between his thick fingertips. He squeezed, tugged, twisted against it, intensely curious in an offhanded kind of way. He had no idea what it was, or what it was for, but whatever it was seemed to be firmly attached to Noah. Noah groaned, his back arching, his arms scrabbling blindly as Dan's fingers ground out more of the brackish tar out from his swelling anal gland. 

"What is this?" Dan asked, ignoring Noah's antics. He elbowed David, who was gasping, crumpled in the corner of the couch. "Hey, David, what is this? Do you have one of those? Do I?"

"We all do!" Ross shouted, hunching over the back of the couch with one hand jammed against his back. Across the room, Eric had found the bannister again, grinding his ass against the rounded wooden ball that capped the end of the wooden railing at the top of the stairs. The stairs wobbled as he thrust his muscular haunches back, grinding hard against the cheap wood. "Find yours, and squeeze it!"

"No!" Luke said, as he struggled to get out from under Noah. Noah was curling into the fetal position in Dan's lap, groaning, his cock throbbing but no more seed shooting from it. Whatever pleasure he was getting from having his gland forcibly and repeatedly milked, was all internal. "I'm not going to do it! Can't you see?! Can't you feel it?! You're changing! Look! Look at Liam!"

Ross groaned, his fingers furtively clasping, crushing, kneading against his own gland. The first few drops had been like glue, but the more he clenched, the more he pushed to express himself, the more easily the slick juices cam out. As Luke pushed himself up to stand in the center of the room, Ross groaned, filling his palm with a sudden hot, steaming sluice of clear, lychee-like jelly. 

"Luke, listen," Ross said, as he lurched to his feet and towards the smaller man. Luke turned to face him, eyes widening with fear just before a handful of slick hot scent-jelly slapped across his cheeks, nose, and into his mouth. "Listen." Old Ross would have been horrified by what he had just done, but old Ross wasn't here anymore.

Luke gasped, which was a mistake, as his sinuses and lungs filled with the concentrated, pungent scent of his leader's primal scent. It coated him, marked him, the potent stench of it revulsing him and captivating him at the same time. He was helpless, his body betraying him, as he reached back to find the blossoming organ protruding from his own ass.

Liam cackled, as he ground his scent into the door frame, leaving a red-streaked waxy smear against the door frame. He held the upper frame in both hands, using it to keep himself steady as his ass stained the doorway into the hallway with his scent.

Dan's hand squirmed under David's squirming ass, as he seached out the smaller male's own tender organ. He had crushed Noah's gland repeatedly, felt it fill back up, felt the hot juice splash against his fingers as he crushed it again. Now he wanted to know what Dan's felt like. His own heavy, meaty haunches clenched down against his own, the big guy grinding his buttocks down against the couch, flattening the bulging organ between his clenched buttocks, over and over again.

"Dan," David tried to protest, clinging to Dan's broad biceps, groaning, hunching as his seed spilled senselessly out of his canine shaft. They had all changed at this point, the sex toys having withered as if some vital component of them had drained into the bodies of the men wearing them. They clung around the knots of the men's cum-glazed canine shafts, the oozing slimy rivulets of their own orgasm marking the end of rational, coherent thought. The men that had woken up with a sex toy glued to their dicks were gone; what were left were animals.

But animals had needs. Ross reached back, stroking the grape-sized glands that protruded from his buttocks, staining his palm with a fresh hot load of his essence. He brought it to his nose, shuddering as he inhaled deeply of his viscous scent. His cock throbbed, but the sex toy that noosed it was tight, dry, and unsatisfying. He didn't want a toy. He wanted flesh.

The former med student reached down, smearing his slimy butt essence against his cock, stroking the slick fluid into his dick, the sensation just as intense and pleasurable as when he had first touched the toy. He didn't need this. He didn't need the toy at all.

There was a wet, slow tearing sound, as what had been Ross peeled the fleshy sheath free of his brazen, throbbing wolf cock. It resisted, as best it could, tearing as painfully as skin would have, but Ross didn't need that part of him anymore. It came free, and he flung it, away from him, splatting against the wall over the stairs and then crumpling down to slide behind them. 

Then, Ross threw his head back, and roared. The sex toy had changed him, made him better, but it could only go so far. He licked his palm, muzzle crunkling with disgust and delight at the bitter salty flavor, and he felt himself become even more. 

The night had just begun.