STALLION MANAGEMENT - CHAPTER 16 - FELIZ NAVIDAD!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS FELLAS! THIS ONE IS A SPECIAL HOLIDAY TREAT, WITH
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Enrique was in his bathroom, fixing his hair when he heard Eddie
Cibrian and Bobby Cannavale arrive for the Christmas party he had
invited them to, neither of them knowing it was a very "special" kind
of Christmas party, he thought, smiling, as he rubbed a special M4M
aftershave on his face with anticipation.
"Hey Eddie, can you come in here for a minute? I think something is
LOCO witu my bathroom door!" Enrique called while stroking himself
through his tight leather jock strap.
Eddie left Bobby and knocked on Ricky's bathroom. He reached forward
to try to open the door but suddenly it flung open. "Arghhh Sante
Maria!!!!!" he shouted as Enrique quickly dragged him into the
bathroom.
Enrique wrapped his arms around Eddie and ran his fingers through the
bottom of his shirt up his back. Eddie struggled to escape
this "fanatico" but he just couldn't break out of his former friend's
strong grip. Enrique used his legs to hold down Eddie while he ripped
his shirt over his head. Then, Enrique leant forward to Eddie's face
and thrust his tongue down Eddie's throat. For a moment, Eddie
continued to push and shove, but shortly after, he gave in. Enrique's
tongue explored Eddie's entire mouth, and then Eddie began to change…
Eddie's pants ripped apart at the seams to reveal his briefs and an
increasingly huge hard-on. The hair along his legs and chest began
to fade away and his abs became much more defined. But still, he and
Enrique continued to kiss and rub each other sweatily. They started
to kiss and lick each other for a while on the bathroom floor. Eddie,
who now preferred to think of himself as "Eduardo", rubbed Enrique's
chest, and began to squeeze Enrique's ass through his tight leather
jock strap.
After a bit, Enrique leant towards Eduardo's ear and
whispered "¿Quizás debemos dar vuelta a Roberto en un homosexual
latino del compañero?!" Eduardo smiled happily now, and
nodded. "¡SI!, quisiera que él nos ensamblara!" and made out with
Enrique again, jerking Enrique off as enthusiastically as he plunged
his tongue in his mouth again, eagerly awaiting to change into his
matching leather uniform, and when Bobby would join them…
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Bobby was getting impatient. Eddie and Ricky had been gone at least
20 minutes. Finally someone opened the porch door and Bobby expected
to see his compadres. Instead of that, he saw two really perverted-
looking guys who somehow looked like his old friends, and yet somehow
didn't.. Both had only tightly wrapped leather jock straps on,
specially embroidered with the colors of the Spanish flag. Their
bodies were both incredibly muscular and tanned, and they had their
arms around one another, smiling the same evil smile at him as they
walked towards him…
"W-who ARE you guys?" Bobby asked nervously. "And WHERE did my
friends go?!!!"
"We ARE here, you silly muchacho!" Ricky Martin answered. "I'm
Enrique and he's Eduardo, don't you recognize us?" he giggled,
rubbing Eduardo's shoulders affectionately, and Eduardo kissed him
back on the cheek.
"Hell NO, I don`t!" Bobby shouted angrily. "My friends don't look
like some fucking leather wearing-"
"¿Lechones del martillo?" Eduardo responded, laughing, rubbing
Enrique's leather-clad dick friendlily. "Well, quizás you should
ensamble us?" he said, flexing his muscles, and nibbling on Enrique's
ear, while Enrique playfully squeezed his right nipple.
Both Enrique and Eduardo started to come closer to Bobby. He backed
up closer to the driveway. "Stay back!" Bobby shouted, and said. "I
don't know what's happened to you both, but I definitely don't want
it happening to me too! Stay BACK, I said!" his heart beginning to
pound in fear.
"Come on, Bobby" Enrique laughed. "Just one short lick and then you
feel MUCH BETTER!" as he wiggled his tongue at him flirtatiously,
Eduardo massaging his now more muscular arms around Enrique's chest.
Bobby had always been a champion in sprinting, and that was now
probably his only chance to escape his former compadres and try to
find out what had happened to them - before he suffered the same fate
as them!
"NO!" Bobby shouted and started to run. "You two guys are NOT my
compadres, I want my REAL compadres back!"
"Catch him!" Enrique shouted to Eduardo. They both ran after Bobby,
holding hands.
"I'm trying" Eduardo gasped. "He is mucho rápido than we are!"
Bobby ran like hell and looked back, smiling as he saw how
his "compadres" became exhausted and slowed down. But he knew he was
still in danger. He needed to get far away and fast!
He ran to the Bus Station and got up on the first bus that was going
in a completely different direction than where he had fled. He felt
relieved, when Beverly Hills was left behind.
But he had no time to rest, he had many problems to figure out: How
far he was going to travel? What had happened to his best friends,
who were now after him - trying to make him some sort of gay leather
pervert too? Would they EVER be the same again, and if they could be -
how?
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He thought about these questions as he exited the bus in West
Hollywood and it continued on its way, then he gasped seeing dozens
of leather-clad men grinning at him at the bus stop. He recognized
Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Brad Pitt, and Jude Law, and ALSO his old
former compadres!: Enrique and Eduardo had beaten him here!
"Roberto, what took you so long?" Enrique asked, and then to Eduardo
he said, "See I TOLD you he'd ride it to the last stop." laughing
fiendishly.
"Jel "You era tipo ADECUADO! Up!" de la paga de I'll " Eduardo
answered throwing his arms around Enrique and passionately kissing
him. Bobby tried to run, but found he was staring smack into a
muscular set of abs with with.a silver medallion pierced to his naked
scrotum swinging, with the gay triangle symbol. He was a very
handsome Spanish man wearing crotch-less leather chaps, surrounded on
either side by seemingly identical muscular blonde hunks in skimpy
Speedos, who had their tongues wrapped around his armpits.
"Where do you think you're going, Roberto?" this Latino Adonis asked
him, rubbing his shoulders soothingly.
"Who are you?" Bobby whispered, now totally out of breath, and almost
totally out of resistance, feeling almost hypnotized by the dangling
gay triangle symbol in front of his eyes.
"Antonio Banderas, but you can call me Antonio!. Enrique and Eduardo
said the muchacho who catches you can KEEP you!" he said, learing at
Bobby lustily. He LOOKED like Antonio Banderas, Bobby woozily
thought, but somehow younger, somehow different. His pierced ball-
sack waved before his lips, and Bobby felt strange…he somehow wanted
to…LICK it?
Antonio brushed the Brewer Twins away and reached forward to catch
Bobby in a bear hug, and opened his mouth, extending his tongue into
Bobby's mouth, who was now unable to resist it. The rest of the
leather-clad men were moving in, encircling them. Enrique wrapped
his arms around Antonio's muscular back with all his might, nuzzling
the nape of his neck, whispering in Antonio's ear "It's así que
DIVERSIÓN para convertir el hunks!" Eduardo fumbled and lost his
grip on Bobby, who just dropped to his knees, defeated, losing all
hopes of escape.
"OH NINGÚN USTED DON'T!" said Antonio with a laugh as he bent over
and ripped down Bobby's pants and he scurried his tongue across
Bobby's ass cheeks. . Quick as lightning, Antonio's tongue was buried
in Bobby's ass.
Bobby shuddered for a brief second, then collapsed to the ground in
despair. The change was already starting; he could FEEL it. He got up
off the ground slowly, swaying almost drunkenly. The circle of
leather-clad celebrity men moved back, watching, knowing very well
that they had already won.
Bobby stumbled forwards but managed to keep his balance. He quickly
tried to pull his shorts and underpants back up over his ass. The
blood pounded through his head; and the transformation began.
Bobby's chest started to thrust against his t-shirt and his dick
surged through his briefs, growing uncontrollably.
"Please!" Bobby pleaded. "Stop this!" The Leather men laughed as the
transformation continued.
Bobby's fists clenched as his blue t-shirt split down the center
before falling to the ground in shreds. His arms began to thicken
along with his chest, and his shoes burst apart, leaving only a few
remnants of a pair of Nikes. Bobby grabbed the middle of his
stretched to the limit briefs and with an all-mighty rip tore it off
his crotch, his olive abs becoming more ripped by the second.
Bobby looked down in horror. His feelings kept on changing back and
forth...he gazed down at his massively growing erection, feeling a
mix of disgust and lust like he had never felt before, and couldn't
help but rub it. He looked up at the others, then back down again,
and he finally realized it was too late...it was his turn now…
Bobby raised his arms to punch Antonio in the face for what had been
done to him, but before he could land a single blow, his hands were
behind Antonio's head, pulling him closer. Their massive chests ran
into each other as they began to kiss passionately. Antonio's tongue
forcing its way into Bobby's mouth and rubbing against Bobby's now
equally active tongue. Bobby's eyes glazed over in ecstasy, and he
moved his hands down to Antonio's ass and began to squeeze it through
the tight leather jock strap he wore. A ripping sound filled the
air; as the last bits of Bobby's briefs split wide open across the
back, showing only his ass, his already exposed dick he rubbed
eagerly against Antonio's identically huge hard-on. Antonio then
forcefully tore the remaining tatters of clothing from Bobby's body
and forced him onto the ground. Bobby, now without any hesitation,
wrapped his arms around the waistband of his leather belt and began
to lick his hairy chest. Now he was no longer Bobby Cannavale, he
was ROBERTO, and he moaned at Antonio and said in thick Spanish
voice "AMOR del la manera que usted se besa, dude!!!"
Roberto smiled to himself, in pure joy or "alegria", as he now
thought of it.. As he continued to kiss Antonio Banderas sensuously,
he whispered in his ear "I c Amo el ser un hombre de cuero gay,
Antonio!" He squatted down to sit on Antonio's dick and screamed
out "Aye carumba!" rubbing his muscular hips on Antonio's and licking
his face passionately
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The newborn Roberto knew that only moments before, he had been
against this change, but now he couldn't see why he had been. It felt
so GOOD, much better than anything else he had ever felt! He now
smiled broadly, tightening his own leather briefs that matched
Enrique's and Eduardo's, and smooched again with Antonio. The two
Brewer Twins were feeling jealous, but they now lacked the mental
capacity to deny Antonio any pleasure.
"FELIZ NAVIDAD! FELIZ NAVIDAD" Enrique, Antonio, Eduardo and Roberto
sang along happily in their now heavily accented voices, and the four
of them engaged in a group kiss, wiggling their four tongues together
happily. The other leather men surrounded them, pressing their
bulging cocks against their four butts, while the Brewer Twins knelt
down to lick all their boots.
"I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!"
Roberto sang, and thankfully grabbed Antonio and made out with him
again. This was TRULY the BEST Christmas Present he had ever gotten!
UP NEXT! LANCE BASS, J.C. CHASEZ, AND HOWIE DOROUGH!
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