No Pain, No Gain Part II

(For the Blogger censors ... this a work of FICTION - any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Language, situations and behaviors are only utilized within the confines of the post to enhance the story itself and do not represent any real-life circumstances in any way.)

Jaz was breached by his brother first - a sharp, intense pain that faded quickly and was replaced by waves of intense pleasure. DeWayne maintained a slow pace and sped up only when he was ready to explode. Deke and Jace follow. The other two men Changed by the blakformin compound proceed to have slow but intense sex with the newly-minted muscle-brutha as well.

After the multiple penetrations, Jaz' tool is aching and purpled with lust. His large dark hand massages his equipment as his ass drips silvery cum onto the floor. "Jeez, Ah'm gonna explode..."

"Lemme help, bruh..." Wayne stretches himself over the dining room table and his dark rosebud invitingly winks at the younger man. Jaz lubes up, grabs his brother's hips and thrusts his thick and veiny ten inches into his brother's waiting hole. The new black man jackhammers the ass beneath him and howls as gushers of cum spill out of him and into DeWayne's guts. "Dayumm... dis iz fuckin' amazin' !!!"

 

Still rigid and panting with lust, Jaz pulls out. Jace gives his roommate's ass a hard slap. "Git up Wayne... me an' Deke needz dat cock too!" DeWayne painfully levers himself to a standing position and hobbles away as Jace takes his place stretched over the table. "C'mon Jaz - lemme feel dat big black fucktool up mah ass!"

Jaz repeats the performance with the other black man and after another massive load of jism is pumped into Jace's guts, turns to Deke. "Your turn, bruh!"

Jace and Deke exchange places and the massive Nubian gives him a wink and wide smile, then stretches over the table as well.

* * *

After raping the other three, all four black men collapse onto the couch. Jaz gives the trio a bright white grin and giggles. "Shee-it..." After the temporary Change and the intense sexual encounters, the former white teenager realizes that being a black man is what he MUST become - this existence is too good to ever give up.

Jace gives the young man a soft kiss and proceeds to clamp a heavy hinged steel c-ring around his cock and balls. Jaz strokes his massive equipment and marvels at how the heft of the ring makes his package look and feel even more impressive. "R'member, bruh - we alwayz gotz t'show off our junk... jus' showz ev'ryone else wat dey iz missin...an' dat we iz alwayz reddy t'breed!"

Deke pushes himself off the couch - "Lemme see if'n Ah can find mah trial harness." The massive black bodybuilder limps into one of the bedrooms and the other men hear him muttering to himself as drawers open and slam shut

Jaz give the others a quizzical look? "Trial harness? Wat's dat?"

DeWayne puts an arm around the massive shoulder of his brother and grins. "You needz to wear a trial harness o' wristbandz since you ain't permanently Changed. Letz people know dat they gotta be mo' careful 'round you ... jus' fo' a bit. Tho if'n you gone this far, chances you iz gonna go fo' a perm'nent Change... but dat's da law..."

Deke returns with a lime-green leather harness and a pair of similarly colored leather wristbands, along with a darker green posing pouch, short white sox and a pair of combat boots. "This'll turn headz at da Adam Lounge. You iz gonna be a big hit, Jaz. Jus' you wait an' see!" 

DeWayne helps his brother into the harness and proceeds to wrap the bands around the other man's wrists and fastens them in place. Jaz sits down and slips the socks and boots over his feet. "Dayumm, dis feels so good bein' almos' nekkid..." 

 
His brother laughs. "An' you cain go to school jus' like dis ev'ry day an' no one cain say fuck 'bout it!"

The other men chuckle as well and don posing pouches that accentuate their muscular thighs and asses and then slip on socks and combat boots as well.

All four head out the door. As they are leaving the apartment, DeWayne stops. "Fuckkkk... wait a minnit.." 

He dashes back and comes back with two small padlocks. "Put out yo' wrists, Jaz." Jaz' brother proceeds to slip the locks through the posts on the wristbands and clicks them shut - in effect, making the wristbands non-removable without the keys.

"Dat's fo' yo' protec-shun since you iz one reelly handsumm fucker. We don' wanna hav no one takin' advantage ov you."

* * *

The streets are not crowded, but the people gawp at the quartet of powerful barely-clad Nubians brazenly sauntering along. 

Jace puts an arm around Jaz's waist as they walk along. "Ev'ryboddy wants t'be like us... but mos' don' got da ballz t'do it." The looks of lust, trepidation and envy continue as the four Nubians enter the subway and get on a train to their destination.

Half an hour later, the quartet join a queue of near-naked, powerfully muscled black men waiting to enter the sex club. Wayne, Jace and Deke are greeted by others on the line with deep kisses and major fondling; Wayne introduces Jaz as to the gathering crowd.

"Dis here is mah baby brother Jaz. We jus' gave 'im hiz trial dose of blackformin a few hours ago. He wantz t'see what bein' a black man cain reely be!"

The men whistle. "Dayumm ... dat is one hot lookin' muthafucka!"

Once inside the club, the four sidle up to the bar. Wayne waves the bartender over. "Chris, dis iz my baby bro - Jaz. He's only sixteen. Make sure dat no one givez him no alcohol, 'kay?" He turns to his brother and grabs him hard on the chin. "An' no cheatin' on yo' part, neither ... unnerstand? I seez you wiff one drink an' iz we outta here."

Jaz nods.

The bartender eyes the harness and gauntlets. "You got it bro ... dayumm, you is one reel BIG an' handsumm sumbitch, Jaz. Hope you decidez to stay da way you iz now!"

The bar is dark, but Jaz is amazed at the improvements in his vision - everything is bright and clear - almost like being in full daylight. 

As he moves thru the club, the muscular black giant gets fondled by other dark-skinned men - all showing big smiles - and offering multiple encouragements for a permanent Change. 

His sense of smell is also amazingly enhanced - he can sniff and distinguish the individual musk of each man as well as the overwhelming scents of lube, cum, alcohol and cigarette smoke wafting through the club. 

Hearing has heightened as well. Every "clink" of a glass, shuffle of feet and scrape of a chair is loud and clear, too. If he concentrates, he finds he can even hear and follow individual conversations from the other side of the room.

After wandering about in the sex club for a short time, Jaz finds himself in a room with leather slings suspended from the ceiling - many of them occupied. 

White, black and brown men are locked in the leather devices at wrists and ankles and a long line of nearly-naked black men are waiting to service the next available slingee. 

Each sling has a manager taking care of members standing on line as well as the occupant of the sling. 

Jaz walks over to an empty one - the sling's manager is a strikingly handsome muscle brutha with dreds. The manager gives the muscled Nubian a lascivious once-over - "Hey stud... you iz fuckin' HOT!!! How long you gonna be a brutha?"

Ah gotz changed jus' a few hours ago..." 

The manager nods. "You iz sexy as fuck, you know dat?"

 Jaz grins. "Thankx. It feelz amazin' bein' dis way..."

"How old iz you?"

Jaz opens his mouth, but feels an arm wrap around his waist and finds Jace next to him. His brother's roommate gives him a firm kiss and a look of panic skirls across the manager's face.

"Careful, Mikey... He's only sixteen. Dis is DeWayne's baby brutha. Be nice. Reel nice." His face hardens. "O' you iz gonna answer t'Wayne ... an' d'en to me and Deke afta you iz missin' summ fingas o' an eye..." Jaz shivers at the underlying vibe of casual violence and finds himself growing painfully erect within his steel prison.

He puts up his hands, obviously taking the threat seriously. "I'll take reel good care of him ... " He turns to the sixteen year-old. "You wantz to try dis out?" Jaz nods. 

"Okay - let's get you reddy. Pull off dat jock." Mike whistles when he sees the massive tool wrapped up in the heavy metal as it grows larger, thicker and harder. The manager assists him into the sling and fiddles with the restraints to lock them in place on his wrists and lifts each leg and wraps similar bands around the boots to keep his legs up and spread out.

The first man on line approaches and strokes Jaz's chest and abs, making delicate whorls on his pecs and across the plateaus and mesas of his shredded abdominals.  He is bald with a bodybuilder's chiseled physique and small gold hoops in his ears. The bodybuilder is wearing a black leather chest harness and a shiny black posing pouch. A thin coat of oil is spread over his entire body, making the ebon skin gleam in the subdued lighting. 

"Hey bro. Mah name's Dakarai. You lookin' fo summ fun?" 

The dark-skinned man strokes Jaz's thighs and the sling's occupant shivers in pleasure. 

"Dayumm... you is reel good-lookin ... and dat hole ov yo's lookz like it needz summ fillin..." Dakarai's finger rubs the captive's rosebud and massages the sensitive area between the heavy sac and the dark pucker. Jaz moans in pleasure as Dakarai grins at his response.

Mikey interrupts the interaction between the two. "Hey! See the harness an' wristbandz, bruh? He ain't madez a decision yet. He only got Chang'd a few hours ago. An' he's unner-age. No ruff stuff, no fistin', jus' give Jaz a nice deep dickin'..."

Dakarai nods as he continues to rub Jaz's rosebud as the two lock eyes. "Ah ain't fuckin' blind o' stoopid - Ah knows what da harness an' strapz mean. An' Ah nevva hurt no one... Ah jus' wanna givez dis handsumm young muthafucka a real good ride..." 

Mikey strokes Jaz's forehead. "You lemme know if anything hurts too much an' Ah'll make shure it stops."

The sling's manager tosses Dakarai a large bottle of lube. "Go fo' it."

* * *

Several hours pass. Jaz has been fucked by at least twenty men; all have been considerate and careful with him - some have been slow and gentle - others hard and fast - but he realizes now what his brother meant about the incredible intensity of gay sex. A number of men had also sucked him off and Jaz was surprised with the prodigious amount of manseed that he had been able to produce. The manager was as good as his word and made sure he had been comfortable and safe during the entire episode.

"Time's up, Jaz." Mikey unlocks him from sling and helps him up. "You had fun?"

"Plenty, Mikey. Thanx!!" The probationary black man pulls his jockstrap back on and limps back into the main area of the club. Jaz soon finds Deke at the bar. Chris fills a large pint glass with Coca-Cola and pushes it over to him with a friendly smile.

"Lookz like you enjoy'd yo' time in da sling, huh!"

"Ah did! I coodn't bee-lieve how fuckin' amazin' gay sex reely iz!"

Deke pulls him in for a kiss and slides his tongue down the young black man's throat. Jaz moans in pleasure as the black bodybuilder massages his still-aching cock.

"Dat it iz. But d'ere's even mo' to try... C'mon. Letz get you breedin' some slavebois."

* * *

Deke and Jaz travel further into the club to an area where well-muscled whiteboys are bent over padded sawhorses and locked in place. In a large holding cell, additional naked young muscular men nervously wait as a line of Nubians wait their turn to make their choice for breeding. Like the sling station, a manager is present to ensure an orderly process.

The black bodybuilder introduces the teenager to the manager in charge.

"Kofi, dis is DeWayne's little bro Jaz. He's been slingin' fo' a while tonite an' Ah wantz him t'get da full experience bein' a muscle-brutha. Big part ov dat iz fillin' up whitebois with lotsa black cum!!!"

"Sure thing, Deke!" He turns to Jaz. "Pick yo'self a boi t'fuck! Da onez in da cage are fresh meat dis week!"

"Hmmm..." He scans the various men in the holding cell and points one out."Dat one!" 

"Good choice, bruh!" Jaz has picked a well-muscled, ginger-haired young man with a leather collar around his neck. Kofi uses a cattleprod to stun the selected slave to the floor and two large black men open the cell and drag the twitching fuckboi to an empty bench and lock him down.  The manager then hands Jaz a bottle of lube. 

"Don' go easy wiff him, Jaz. He needz it hard an' ruff. Dat's wat all whitebois need - dey is jus' holez waitin' fo' brutha's t'fill up!!"

The probationary Nubian gives his massive tool a thick jacket of the oily material and squirts some up into the trembling hole. As he did with his brother and his roommates, Jaz grabs the young man's waist and thrusts himself balls-deep in one stroke. Jaz piston-fucks the captive as bolts of pleasure sizzle through him. I'm actually raping a white guy... and making this piece of meat my own property is absolutely mind-blowing! The muscular black man throws back his head and screams as he explodes within the muscle-puppy. Jaz continues to rape the ginger-haired captive as several more orgasms rip through him and fill the captive's guts. Jaz pulls out and leans against the wall to catch his breath.

Deke grins as Jaz pants and recovers. "Feel good?" The captive whiteboi moans and weeps as thick rivulets of cum dribble out of his tortured ass. Jaz is still hard and aching with lust.

"Oh hell, yeah!! Lemme do summ more!"

Kofi grins and spreads his hands to the other bound captives. "Take yo' pick!"

* * *

The four men slowly walk home around 4am - ebullient and satisifed, but all limping to some extent from the exertions of the day (and evening).

Wayne pulls his brother close. "You had fun bein' a brutha, Jaz?"

"Hell yeahhh ... I nevva thought havin sex wiff all of dem guyz wood feel sooo good! I nevva thought sex wood be dis good!"

 "How many guyz did you in da sling?"

" 'Bout twenny, twenny-five. D'en Ah pound'd 'bout fifteen whiteboyz multiple times. Ah didn't knowz Ah had it in me!"

Jace chuckles. "And DAT iz only wiff jus' da low dose ov blakformin you gotz. Jus' waitz till you  getz fully Changed. You seez wat you cain do bein' like dis?? Once you iz perm'nently Changed, wat you did tonite will be nuthin' compar'd to wat you iz capable of!

Jaz shakes his head in wonder. "Jeez Jace - Ah nevva imagin'd it wuz like dis..." The young black man's face sobers. "Fucckkk - momma an' daddy are gonna pitch a fit when Ah tellz 'em Ah'm gonna be jus' like  you, Wayne..."

Wayne gives his brother a deep kiss. "Welcumm to da club!"

* * *

I had originally been planning another Chuy/Tito/Inti story, but I'm having a few mental blocks when it comes to sequencing some events. One of the best ways of overcoming such obstacles is to shift the mental gears to something completely different and come back to the original problem. 

So that's what I did here.

The original "No Pain, No Gain" story used the premise of the pharmeceutical "blakformin" to change white/latino/asian men into hypermuscular gay black studs in addition to giving them many enhanced physical and mental abilities. The decision isn't always acceptable to the subject's family that goes for the Change, as was seen with the Newsome brothers and their parents. The original story was inspired by some of the artwork of Jenna Joviani and I felt that the illustrations needed a story despite the fact that I'd be violating the Law of Conservation of Mass in doing so.

This story picks up where the other left off; and thanks to the various AI products out there, there's a bit more imagery available to hammer home the story itself!