Chapter 1: I’d Go With The Puppies
Monty groaned as he moved inside Julian, his pace steady but growing desperate. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Oh, I’m gonna bust.” He brought a heavy hand down, spanking Julian’s ass—hard enough to send ripples across his skin.
“Ah!” Julian yelped, his body jolting forward before he threw his hips back to meet Monty’s thrusts. “Oh god, Monty!” His voice was muffled against the mattress, his face pressed down by Monty’s firm grip on the back of his neck.
“That’s right, bitch—oh fuck, you’re so tight. I’m gonna cum. Say my name.” Monty’s voice was deep, commanding, his large frame pinning Julian beneath him with ease. He was all raw power and control, his body practically demanding submission.
“Monty!” Julian wailed, his body arching as Monty slammed into him, stretching him open again and again. His thrusts grew erratic, his cock grinding against Julian’s prostate with perfect precision, sending pleasure crackling up Julian’s spine.
“Fuck—gonna breed your fat ass.”
And there it was. Fat.
Monty loved to say it. Always meant it as a compliment. Julian knew that. But something about the word rubbed him the wrong way every time. It lingered in the back of his mind, distracting him even as pleasure wracked his body.
Still, he never said anything. He just focused on the pleasure, on the way Monty was wrecking him, and screamed instead—“Oh god, Monty! Please, fucking breed me, daddy!”
Monty snarled, burying himself to the hilt with a final, brutal thrust as his body tensed. “Fuck!” His cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside Julian. Monty leaned down, wrapping his strong arms around Julian’s chest as he rutted into him slowly, pushing his release deeper with each lazy thrust.
Soft kisses traced up Julian’s neck, lips finding the sensitive skin behind his ear.
“Oh, don’t do that,” Julian cooed, shuddering at the sensation.
Monty grinned. “Oh, you mean... this?” His lips ghosted over the same spot, making Julian shiver again.
“Fucker,” Julian muttered, biting his lip.
Monty chuckled before snapping his hips forward again, wringing another moan from Julian. “Fuck, baby. Make me cum again.”
Julian whimpered as he clenched around Monty’s still-hard cock, rocking back against him, milking him for every drop. Monty groaned, dragging his teeth down Julian’s shoulder before finally pulling out. He slapped Julian’s ass again, watching with satisfaction as it jiggled beneath his palm.
“Goddamn, that’s hot.” He spread Julian open, watching as his cum dripped from Julian’s well-used hole, slick and raw.
A hum of satisfaction rumbled from Monty’s throat before he leaned down, his tongue darting out—
“Monty,” Julian groaned, rolling his eyes. He tried to get away, pulling forward.
Monty just grinned, gripping Julian’s thighs tighter. “What? Just trying to clean you up. I think some of my cum from last night is still in here.”
Julian sighed. “I can’t believe I let you stay over.”
“Oh no, baby, I’m not done with you yet.” Monty’s grip tightened as he flipped Julian over in one smooth motion, his strength effortless. “I’ve got another hour before work. That’s plenty of time to wreck this hole again.”
Julian laughed, writhing beneath him. “Monty! I have work, and a doctor’s appointment before the gym.”
Monty pouted. “Fine,” he relented with a playful smirk before looping his arms under Julian’s thighs and sliding down the bed. “But I’m not leaving before I get a taste.”
His lips wrapped around Julian’s already half-hard cock, and Julian gasped, his head falling back as pleasure surged through him all over again.
“Fine,” Monty smiled as he looped his arms under Julian’s thighs, flipping him over in a smooth, fluid motion. “But I’m not leaving you without cumming first.” He said as he stuck out his tongue and placed Julian’s cock into his mouth. His lips gliding down the half hard erection until the entire six inches was down his throat.
“Monty, you don’t – oh god – I don’t need to -” Julian tried to protest but Monty tightened his grip on Julian’s thighs and cock as he bobbed up and down. One hand sliding up to push two fingers into Julian, massaging his prostate as he gave him a blowjob.
The two men moaned in pleasure as Julian felt the heat rise, his orgasm drawing nearer. Balls starting to tighten. He tried to warn Monty, but it was to late, he was too fast. Julian came. The salty sweet liquid filled Monty’s mouth and he gulped it down, not letting a single drop spill.
“Fuck.” They both groaned. Monty rested his head on Julian’s thigh, looking up at the man as he heaved. Breath heavy from the sex. His plump chest and round stomach rose and fell in time and Monty loved the sight. He raised a hand up and began to stroke Julians’ stomach. “Mmm,” He hummed.
He felt at peace like this. “Let me take you to diner tonight.” He stated. “I only work a ten.” Monty told him.
“I can’t,” Julian said. He had to think of an excuse though because Monty was persistent. They’d been hooking up for a little over a month now. They’d met on Julian’s birthday back in April—his older brother, Daniel, had brought Monty along to introduce them.
Daniel and Monty worked together at the firehouse, and the moment Daniel found out Monty was gay, he’d taken it upon himself to play matchmaker. Typical big brother behavior. He just wanted Julian to be happy.
And Monty?
Montgomery James Sinclair was burning fucking hot.
Six foot three, built like a tank—all solid muscle and broad, freckled shoulders. Years of playing rugby had sculpted him into something unfairly gorgeous, and firefighting had only kept him in peak form.
And those eyes.
Deep, bold blue—the kind that could see right through you. His dirty-blond hair was always perfectly tousled, like he’d just rolled out of bed looking that effortlessly good.
He. Was. Gorgeous.
If Julian had wanted a boyfriend, Monty would be exactly the kind of man he’d build from scratch—like a custom-ordered, premium edition, Build-A-Bear boyfriend.
It was almost like Danny had taken Julian’s dream guy and brought him to life.
Julian, however, didn’t want a boyfriend. At least not right now. And not with Monty. The differences between them made him too self-conscience and insecure and he would be on constant edge. He’d had discussions with his therapist about it ad nauseum. So, for now, this was fine. Getting absolutely demolished – railed, folded like a pretzel – by Monty.
“I’ve got my doctors appointment, gym, I’m having lunch with my sister today.” Julian rattled off the reasons he couldn’t go on a date with the perfect man as he crawled off the bed and walked into his closet, picking out the day’s clothes.
“I said dinner.” Monty stood up too, his thighs jiggled as he grabbed his own clothes off the floor where he’d left them the night before. Julian watched, his hole quivering as he watched the man bend and stretch, his body rippling as he did.
“I know, but I’ve just got a long and busy day and I don’t think I’d be much fun for dinner.” Julian said.
“Fine,” Monty gave up. He’d been trying for weeks to get Julian to go on a proper date. He knew he wouldn’t win him if he kept pushing. Julian would come to him when he was ready…he hoped. “Can I at least shower before I leave for work?” He asked.
“Of course.” Julian smiled. “Save some water, and shower with me?” He offered. He may not have time for another round, but he did have time for a heavy make out session (and most likely to give Monty’s gorgeous cock a blowjob) before he had to log into work. Luckily, he worked from home.
“You know it baby.” He whistled as Julian turned and walked into the bathroom. He gave Julians ass another smack. “Mm, I love that big ass.” He whistled again.
And there it was again. Julian’s self-conscious thoughts bubbled up to the top. This is why he had a doctor’s appointment.
Julian was tired of hearing the men he slept with reference his weight and he was tired of being self-conscious about it. He’d tried for years. Every diet, every work out routine, weight loss drug he could find. Nothing had worked. Hopefully this new one would help. It was some experimental one that Julian had heard about. It was in its’ early testing stages. A drug trial.
Julian would go on this drug, lose weight and in the process make a little money.
“Monty I told you -” Julian and Monty were now in the shower and had soaped up, made out a little and were about to rinse off when Monty turned Julian around and spread his cheeks apart.
“Sorry baby, I just can’t resist.” He pushed himself inside Julian’s cunt in one thrust.
“Ah!” Julian braced himself on the wall and sucked in at the feeling. “Fuck, just make it quick.” He caved.
Julian sat in the clinic off of south 1st street. Luckily not far from his apartment. It was nice, a new build. Not uncommon for Austin. There was always a new something being built.
“Hello mister Hayes, how are we today?” The doctor came in, a bright smile on his face in the sterile room it stuck out. It still hadn’t been decorated yet. His hair was smoothed and blonde. His eyes were a type of blue that made Julian that at first made him uncomfortable. He looked very…Julian struggled to find a kinder word for Aryan. But his smile was kind, and his aura was the complete opposite of his look. After a moment he was put at ease by the doctor.
“I’m good, how are you?” Julian asked back with a smile.
“I’m good, thanks for asking.” He replied while looking over Julian’s chart. “So,” He clicked his tongue. “I see here you’re in for one of our drug trials.” He flipped a page and read the next one.
“Er – yes.” Julian said. He’d hoped for a female doctor. Men were rude and judgy when it came to things like this. Julian made a snap judgement again. This man was tall and handsome. He could tell that under his doctors coat he had muscles. Julian cleared his head and tried to be less judgmental in his judgement that this doctor was judging him for being fat and trying to change that.
“Well, you do look like a good candidate for it.” The doctor looked up and smiled again. “I’m Dr. Holt.” He reached out a hand and Julian took it.
“Nice to meet you.” They shook.
“So, it looks like you’ve passed the evaluation, filled out all the proper documents. All that’s left now is for me to go over the risks.” Dr. Holt grabbed the stool and sat, pulling it forward to sit in front of Julian who was sitting on the examination table.
“Go ahead, I’m ready.” Julian smiled at the doctor, nodding his head.
“Good, so,” He began. “the shot itself is going to make you feel a bit achy for the rest of the day. Probably most of tomorrow as well. We’re a bio-engineering lab, do you understand what that means?” Dr. Holt asked.
“Uh – I did a bit of research into VitaCore Medical. You guys have some of the leading biomedical labs around the country and the drugs you guys have on the market are top notch from what I’ve seen.” Julian nodded.
“Correct. We’ve specialized in gene therapies and stem cell and all that medical stuff you don’t need to worry about. Our latest drug just hit the streets and it’s shown some promise in treating chronic psoriasis” Dr. Holt continued. “This drug is called Weigon and it works by targeting the genes that dictate how your body stores and processes fat.”
“Cool.”
“Very. It won’t be like lipo, you won’t wake up tomorrow and be skinny. You’ll still need to hit the gym, which is part of the trial. It should help you burn your fat cells faster and could possibly change your eating habits.”
“How?” Julian interrupts.
“Well, it should also curb cravings but could possibly change your tastebuds. For example, if you hate potato chips, you might like them now.”
“Liking potato chips is not the problem. Haha.” Julian giggled, patting his stomach.
“Ha – trust me. I love the cheesy ones.” Dr. Holt nods. “Now, the adverse effects could be fever, nausea, diarrhea, aches and pains, fatigue, but it could also cause hyperactivity which could lead to increased heart rate. You will most likely for the first few weeks have oily skin causing some acne. There could also be some hormonal issues, blood sugar problems, and a lot more. It’ll also cause some minor changes to your body like muscles developing differently, shifting, here.” He hands Julian a pamphlet. “This will go into all of that in some more depth.”
“Thanks, but I’ve read this already. They gave it to me when I first signed up.” Julian took it anyway.
“Well, it also has some information on how to combat some of the minor side effects as well as what we need you to document. After thirty days you’ll come back for weekly check ins. We ask that you work out at least one hour a day at least four days a week. How much are you doing now?”
“About an hour and a half, three to five times.” Julian explained.
“Good. Keep that up.” Dr. Holt stood now and went to the door, “Carmen, would you mind bringing me the vial please?” He asked to a nurse out in the hall. Her light voice responded with an affirmative.
“Thanks, I was actually already down ten pounds since I signed up.” Julian fibbed. It had only been eight.
“Good, but honestly, it’s not just about losing weight to be healthy. Most doctors won’t admit that.” He came back in and grabbed an alcohol swab and a syringe from the drawer. “You also need to work on your stamina, build some muscle, stretching is going to be a great help for when you’re older and cardio. Cardio is what will keep your heart and lungs healthy.” He explained. “Your blood test results were actually very positive for someone with your height and weight proportion.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you had no markers for any diabetes or other weight related issues. You’re actually very healthy for someone your size. So,” Dr. Holt softened before continuing. “why are you really doing this trial? Can’t be for the money, your chart says you work in marketing.”
“Well…” Julian blushed a bit. “it’s a shallow reason.” He took a deep breath. “I’m tired of men looking at me and only seeing my body. Gay men are fucking shallow, and I just want to be the ‘pretty girl at the prom’.” He explained.
“Men suck.” Dr. Holt agreed. “I’m sorry you’re having problems, and I could tell you all the cliches about how true beauty comes from within, but you already seem very confident.”
“Thanks, I am, and I know I’m beautiful and all that. I’ve been through a lot of therapy. I just want the rest of the world to see how beautiful I am and since my body stops that, I’m gonna change my body. I know that sounds reductive but I’m tired of being a so fucking body positive sometimes.”
“That’s fair. Sorry you’re going through that. Ah Carmen, thank you.” He said as the nurse walked in.
“Of course, Dr. Holt. Hi, I’m Carmen. I’m one of the nurses here at the clinic.” A short and beautiful woman beamed, extending a hand that Julian took, shaking it with a grin.
“Nice to meet you.” Julian said as the doctor began extracting the serum from the vial.
“Now, are you ready?” He asked Julian who simply stuck his arm out.
“Stick me doc.” He immediately went red at telling the very handsome doctor to ‘stick him’.
Thankfully he just smiled and swabbed the alcohol wipe over Julians skin, “Now, like I said, this is going to hurt and you’re going to be achy the rest of the day.” The injection was lining up on his right arm, above his elbow just under his shoulder.
“I fell out of a tree when I was a kid, nothing has made me ache since.” Julian joked.
“This’ll be warm.” Dr. Holt pinched Julians skin together and gently jabbed him with the syringe. He began to push the plunger as Julian grimaced, wincing at the feeling of the thick liquid entering his body. Not the first viscous liquid for the day. “Alright, and…all done.” The doctor drew the last part out, finishing.
“Thanks doc, I’ll be sure to give you special thanks when I walk New York fashion week.” Julian rubbed the injection spot, frowning as the ache began almost instantly. “Shit, you weren’t kidding.”
“Sorry, the first day is the worst.” Carmen smiled. “I was one of the first subjects last year.” She grabbed some bandages from her scrub pockets. “Now, do you want puppies, or robots?”
“I’d go with puppies.” Dr. Holt recommended as he threw the medical supplies away.
The afternoon gym session had been canceled. Julian’s body ached. It was on fire. He’d read through the pamphlet several times now and he was remaining calm. This was normal. He was laying with an ice pack on his forehead and was watching some old TV show.
Ding. His phone chimed. It was Monty.
Monty: Hey, how was the docs?
Julian: Good, just a little more drained than I thought I’d be.
Julian had to be vague. He didn’t want to tell Monty why he felt drained. He didn’t want to have the conversation.
Monty: Drained? Maybe I can cum replenish you.
Julian: Horndog.
Monty: You like my horn.
Julian: God that’s so cheesy, does that work on the on the other boys.
Monty: There are no other boys.
Julian didn’t respond. He didn’t know exactly why, but the text made him uncomfortable.
Monty: U there?
Julian hadn’t responded in a few minutes.
Julian: Sorry, watching a show. Yeah, I’m here. Don’t you have a fire to put out?
Monty: No, but I did just help someone get there arm out of a pipe. Kids are stupid. Some dare video.
Julian: So a boring shift then?
Monty: Wouldn’t be so boring if I knew I was picking you up for dinner after?
Julian: Monty…
Monty: Come on Jules. It’s been weeks now. Just one date. Let me take you out to dinner. If you hate it, we go back to just fucking. Though I may stop eating your ass.
Julian hoped he was joking about the last part. Monty was the best ass eater he’d ever been with. It was almost good enough to make him put a ring on it.
Julian mulled it over, thinking. Maybe he should say yes. Maybe he should cave. He and Monty had great chemistry, the sex was good, and Monty obviously liked him. Maybe he should finally let him in just a tad. After all, he was about to change and start a new leaf. Maybe this was a good thing – a sign.
Julian: Fine.
Monty: YES!
Julian: But not today, I feel like shit. Maybe this weekend.
Monty: I can make that work. I’m off Sunday.
Monty: Should I come check on you tonight?
Julian: No, I’m good. Just a bit of a headache and sore muscles from the gym.
That part was a lie. He hadn’t gone to the gym. He’d go after the aches went away. Monty texted him back saying he’d talk to him later and they’d iron out the details.
“Hey bitch, I’m home.” Riley, Julian’s roommate barged into the living room.
“Hey bitch.” He responded from the couch.
“Oof – you look terrible.” He scrunched his face.
“Thanks,” Julian rolled his eyes. “how was class asshat.” He asked.
“Good, I’m just stopping by to shower and get ready before work. I’ve got to pull a double. Fucking Ashley dropped her shift tonight, so I have to open and close the bar with Kurt.” He flopped down in the chair by the couch.
“Poor Kurt.” Julian chuckled. “I finally agreed to a date with Monty.”
“Fucking finally bitch. That boy is head over heels for you.” Riley had tried to get Julian to agree to a date before. To no avail.
“Calm down. He has a crush…and it doesn’t hurt that I have a tight little pussy. His words not mine.” Julian laughed as he adjusted the ice pack to his stomach.
“I’ve heard. Thin walls.” Riley stood and stretched. His crop top exposing his abdomen. He and Riler were opposites. While Julian was round and chubby, wearing a 3XL shirt, Riley looked the number one. Thin and tall. Wearing a small – sometimes those being too big.
He was not a twink – he was the twink. A power bottom to boot. While he didn’t do porn, he’d been asked to film with a few of the local Austin tops. He’d done a spit roasting scene with Joe and Beau. Austins biggest porn couple. That scene had paid four months’ worth of rent for the roommates.
Riley and Julian met in college. Riley had had to drop out while Julian continued. Riley had returned last year and was almost done.
“I’m gonna go shower and take a xan. I’ll need it to deal with Kurt.”
“And when are you gonna fuck him?” Julian commented on the tension between the two.
“When he’s no longer five foot four.”
“He’s five nine, and what happened to short kings?”
“Got ate by that dragon from Shrek!” Riley called as he stripped while stepping into his room.
Riley left and Julian finished up some work stuff then went for a walk around the building. He spent the evening being lazy, nursing his pains with a heating pad and some ibuprofen.
That night he tossed and turned, unable to sleep at all. He was still awake when Riley got home at 3am.
His mind was running however with the dreams of his future. 100 pounds thinner, able to lift just as much as Monty and maybe even calling Monty his boyfriend.
