The sound of a car crashing into another filled the room, followed by sirens in the distance. Week old pizza boxes were pilled on the coffee table as empty mountain dew bottles litter the floor. The blinds are closed tight, blocking all light from entering.

Ted opened the door to his apartment and was assaulted by the wall of stench. Immediately, he dropped his bag and stepped further inside. While walking to the far side of the room, he spoke. “Jesus Elijah, did you leave at all this week?” Reaching a window, he threw the blinds and opened the window.

“Fuck that’s bright! Oh, hey Ted.” Elijah paused the game and scratched his head, thinking. “I think I checked the mail once while you were gone.”

Cold air blew into the room, clearing out the funk. Ted stood there, exhausted. “What happened to that hike? Y’know, the one you swore you’d do during your week off.” A week with his high-energy family had worn him down physically and returning to Elijah’s slobishness was doing the same mentally.

“D’know. Didn’t feel like it I guess.” Elijah was done with the conversation. He turned away from Ted and unpaused his game, filling the room with noise.

Ted was starting to get highly annoyed. “Let’s go hit the gym, bro.” With any luck, he’d be able to work of the numerous calories before they stuck around.

“Don’t wanna.”

This made Ted angry. He was attempting to help Elijah be healthier, possibly get laid, and definitely not die young. The anger finally got to Ted. He threw his voice into an unusual tone and cadence. “Come with me to the gym.”

Elijah’s body grew still for a second. Elijah then turned off the game and collected some items in a bag. His movements were nearly robotic, like all personality and soul were momentarily paused. Elijah stood by the door and waited.

Ted grabbed his gym bag and left with Elijah.

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Elijah and Ted had known each other for almost as long as they could remember. Initially meeting in kindergarten (5-6y/o), they were instant friends. The two were inseparable throughout elementary and middle school. Even going to different high schools wasn’t enough to quash the bond. Going to college together surely didn’t hurt.

Many would look at their friendship confused; these two appeared very different. Elijah was tall but very fat. The black sheep of the black sheep, neither his immediate nor extended family truly cared about him. While being very bright and learning complex concepts with ease, the lack of familial recognition never developed a drive to do anything.

This culminated in his poor health. The pounds first appeared in high school, where he’d sit in his room and game all day. During college, that weight exploded. The last time he’d seen a doctor, he was just under 320. Ted, being the only person who cared if he lived or died, was always on his case about it.

Ted, for his part, was just short of average height but made up for it with his natural athleticism. He was always moving, rarely resting. Ted was never an academic genius, but his drive led him to success. A big portion of this came directly with his strong family bond, always pushing him to do more.

Of the multiple things that the shared, including gaming and anime, the most enduring was the fact that they were both gay bottoms with similar tastes in men. Put a tall, muscular man with a nice dick before them, and they’d be fighting over first dibs, even if in reality Ted would always win.

The unusual voice Ted just used was a family legacy. An odd genetic abnormality, it allowed them to shift the subject’s mind. In the past this was used to amass great power and success, but always at a terrible price. Power always corrupted. Today, it was a strict family rule to only use it in an absolute emergency.

In Ted’s anger filled mind, this was just that. Elijah was headed for an early grave. Major changed needed to be made right now and this was the only sure fire way to do it.

Several weeks had passed and Ted was still concerned about Elijah. They’d been hitting the gym four times a week but little progress had been made. Elijah was still eating absolute crap. So, Ted got angry and used the voice, and Elijah no longer ate junk.

When Ted felt Elijah wasn’t bathing enough, he again used the voice. And again, Elijah changed. The same occurred when Elijah wasn’t doing his laundry and when he got written up for being late to work and even when he didn’t want to take out the trash. Ted spoke and Elijah changed.

This pattern continued for months. All of the warnings had lost their value. Under the guise of helping Elijah get healthy and happy, Ted lost more and more reservation about installing changes. That is, until Ted grew particularly horny one day…

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Ted leaned back on the couch, tired but needy. It had been a rough couple of weeks at work and helping Elijah get healthy meant never skipping gym. A deep, annoyingly persistent itch was finally getting to him. With no time nor energy, he hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.

Elijah walked into he room wearing nothing but a towel. For the first time, Ted recognized just how much Elijah’s health had improved. Still overweight, Elijah must have dropped about 40 pounds already. And all that time on the weights added some nice mass to his arms.

Recognizing just how hot Elijah was getting drove the itch into overdrive. Lust coursed through his mind as he spoke. “Hey Elijah, can you grab me the bottle of lube from my room.”

“uh, why?”

“c’mon, just do it.” Still wearing a towel, Elijah got the bottle of lube and returned as Ted pulled off his pants. Ted thanked him and started working it into his hole. Elijah turned to leave when Ted stopped him. “Don’t go, stay right there. You’re looking so good Elijah.”

Elijah turned his head away. “I don’t want to watch you masturbate.”

Ted was getting annoyed. Carnal desire had overruled reason and the more he fingered the more demanding the itch became. “But doesn’t my ass make you hard?” Ted watched as Elijah could no longer look away. A large bulge grew in the towel. “Like what you see?”

“Y-yeah Ted. Never realized just how perfect your butt looked.”

Lust continued to grow as Ted’s need for cock became his only concern. “Then why don’t you fuck it?”

“I’m a bottom, Ted. You know that.”

“I said, fuck it!”

Elijah dropped the towel and moved closer, never once breaking his gaze. Ted removed his fingers as Elijah slipped in and thrust. Elijah began to top for the first time in his life.  

Cock was exactly what Ted needed. The only problem was that Elijah had no idea what he was doing. Elijah would thrust haphazardly and was clearly focused on his own pleasure. Still thinking with lust first, Ted spoke again as he used the voice to instruct just how he liked to be fucked. “Don’t stop. Aim for the prostate. Hard even thrusts.”

This greatly improved the fuck for Ted. The changes in Elijah’s thrusts were pulverizing his prostate near perfectly. High, almost effeminate moans escaped while the pressure in his ass grew. Already this was the closest Ted had ever gotten to a purely anal orgasm.

“I-I’m gunna… gunna cum!” Elijah proclaimed though worn breaths. Even with all the recent exercise, being a top was a lot more work than he was used to.

“Don’t cum.” Under no circumstances would Ted let this fuck end now. He watched as Elijah’s face tightened and felt the cock throb. Throb right into his needy prostate, adding just that extra refined pressure. Slowly increasing, his ass was starting to spasm. He approached the point of no return and crossed it. Cum dribbled from his cock as the orgasm flooded his mind.

Elijah never once stopped thrusting. Even as Ted’s orgasm passed, the constant stimulation already had him close again. The rhythmic pounding had his ass throbbing, convulsing around the cock. Building up the pressure again until he got his second orgasm.

Ted finally stopped Elijah. Elijah pulled out.  Eyes glazed over his cock throbbed and jumped. Desperate for that sweet release, Elijah stood there grunting.

In the post-nut haze, Ted laid there and pondered. The power had completely gone to his head. Elijah was still a friend, but Ted had just made him a bull under his control. A bull created through lust to fuck him exactly as he needs. Already, this was not going to be a one off event. All that was left to figure out, was whether Elijah got to cum or not.

During this contemplation, the itch returned. That needy desire for a grade A fuck was still not satisfied. Looking back at Elijah, Ted knew what he needed. With just a word, Elijah was back in his ass and thrusting. The pressure returned as Ted started to stroke his cock, aiding in the rut he so needed.

Elijah was grunting again as his need to finally cum once again consumed him. Ted was feeling this too, as he approached this third orgasm. Knowing he was moments away, Ted gave the order. “Cum in me!”

Elijah’s cock fired it’s heavy artillery into Ted’s hole. The force of the ejaculation throbbed the cock as it grinded into Ted’s g-spot. He crossed the threshold and came with much more force than the previous two.

Breathing hard, he looked up to see Elijah still grunting. The rapid use of the voice combined with being held on the cusp of orgasm for so long had left his brain temporarily fried, leaving a mindless look that Ted though quite suited him.

Ted rose and guided Elijah to the shower, already looking forward to getting railed out by the man he increasingly saw as his pet bull.