Threesome of TFs: Robbie and Draco (2)

[This story is inspired by this pic here.]

Robbie was just resurfacing from his dive as he heard a sound from inside the house.

This was impossible. There was no way his boss was home already.

He’d already been given two warnings already: “You’re here to clean, not enjoy yourself,” his boss, Draco, had snapped. “You tend to the pool, clean the yard, then you go home.”

“Just a dip to cool off doesn’t hurt though, does it?” Robbie had said in a flirty voice. Taking a dip in the beautiful pool was really the only perk of this miserable job. Draco was grumpy, demanding, and entirely unforgiving as a boss.

“I want the PH-tested daily,” Draco would snarl. “The walls of the pool need to be scrubbed weekly. I want the deck to look spotless at all times. This isn’t that hard, Robbie. I don’t understand why you fail at it so regularly.”

Certainly the money was good, and when Draco had first met Robbie he was deeply in debt, gogo-dancing at a gay bar just to pay the rent. The steady income was nice, and Draco’s hostility could be overlooked in exchange for the major cash influx. Now that Robbie’s bills were paid off and he had himself a new car and some money in savings, he was considering quitting every other week.

But now, with Draco coming home early and Robbie in his swimsuit, too far from the edge of the pool to get out with being noticed, he realized he wouldn’t have to quit. He was about to be fired.

“Mr. Draco, sir,” Robbie said as he pulled his big body from the water. Draco stepped out of the house, lowering his mirrored sunglasses at the sight of the massive pool boy pulling himself out of the water, but he didn’t look angry. “I just wanted to explain. You see… ah…”

Draco looked around the deck, then did something shocking: he smiled.

“Pool looks nice, Robbie. Nice work.” Then he disappeared back into the house.

Robbie stood there, water still pouring off his big frame, as he tried to figure out what was up with Draco’s mood. This wasn’t the easily infuriated man he was used to.

Still waiting for the other shoe to drop, Robbie grabbed his towel and dried himself off. Draco came out shortly after carrying too glasses of lemonade.

“Thirsty?” Draco asked. The softness in his voice, the courtesy, was entirely foreign. Robbie wasn’t sure what had happened to make Draco like this, but he felt relieved as he took the lemonade and took a slow sip. “Question for you my boy,” Draco said, yanking off his sunglasses and hanging them from the collar of his polo shirt. “Were there men here earlier treating the pool with chemicals? Maybe you passed them as you came into work today?”

Robbie thought back. There had been some men getting in a van and pulling away as he’d arrived at Draco’s house that morning but he hadn’t been sure what they were doing there.

“Yeah, I think so,” Robbie said. His skin felt really tingly, his head suddenly a little foggy. Was there something in his drink?

“Good,” Draco said. “Well, once you’re done with that lemonade, we’ll be discussing your promotion. I’ll be right back.” Draco patted him gently on the shoulder and walked away.

Where his boss’ hand had touched him had lit up at the contact, tingling pleasantly for minutes after it was gone. Robbie rubbed his thick shoulder with a dopey grin on his face. It felt so good for Mr. Draco to be nice to him.

“Maybe I should finish cleaning the pool?” Robbie thought. He had been in the middle of something when he’d decided to take a swim break--but now he couldn’t remember what it was. He started to walk toward the pool until the bouncing of his groin distracted him.

He looked down at his swim trunks, which looked, for lack of a better word, overstuffed. Had he shrunk them last time he had washed them? No, they felt fine when he put them on. Robbie took a few more steps, watching his packed bulged bounce… and bounce… it made him giggle. He palmed the heavy bulge, lifting it up and feeling it drop. His cock and balls felt so heavy. But that couldn’t be.

He licked his lips and suddenly felt thirsty. He regretted leaving his lemonade behind. He licked his lips and puckered them. They felt different… puffier? He patted them gently. They felt smooth and pillowy, but he couldn’t escape the feeling that they were swelling up. Like he was having a very pleasant allergic reaction.

Two more steps toward the pool and he was distracted by a new sensation. His gait had completely shifted. Why was he so wiggly! He looked down and not only was his package twice its usual size, bouncing distractingly with every movement, but it looked like his ass had gotten bigger too. He reached down and touched it, moaning as his hands sank in. There was a sensual layer of softness over muscle as hard as his bicep. Before his eyes his ass swelled like rising dough, his swimsuit disappearing between the growing mounds.

His hands slid pleasantly over his hips--holy shit was his waist narrower?--and then up over pecs that looked like cartoonish melons. He squeezed them, moaning audibly. He flexed them, mesmerized as the massive mounds of flesh rose and fell more than they ever had before.

God, damn, he thought, I gotta see what I look like. His thoughts were slow and foggy. He felt like he couldn’t concentrate on any one thing, like why this was happening to him or even what he was doing when it started. Leaning over the edge of the pool he stared at his reflection, barely believing what he saw.

All of his muscles had pumped up, full and round like he’d just had an amazing workout after a healthy dose of testosterone. His shoulders were so wide he couldn’t believe it--no wonder he’d swayed so much while he walked--but somehow his waist had gotten tiny, making his big melon pecs and huge, sensuous ass look even bigger. Even his face looked different, with long fluttery lashes on dopey eyes, thick sensuous lips stuck in a permanent pucker. He was transfixed by the image, so turned on by the sight, and by the idea that it was his own body he was looking at, that he couldn’t think of anyone else.

A gentle shove from behind broke him from his daze, sending him plunging into the water.

When he resurfaced, he saw his boss, Mr… what was his name? Mr. D-something. He had a huge grin on his face. “Looking good there Robbie!” he said.

He almost didn’t recognize the name. It took him a moment to realize Robbie meant him.

“Just let that water soak in a little more and then climb on out. I’m going to show you where you’re going to be staying from now on. I set up a little cot next to my bed where you’re going to sleep. We’re going to have to go over your new duties… like this…” Mr. D. reached down and jostled his junk. Just the sight of that act sent fireworks bursting in Robbie’s head.

As he climbed from the water, he realized he was even bigger, more muscley than before, with an even bigger cock. The swimsuit looked ludicrous, barely containing all of him, threatening to burst as he walked. Mr. D. had unzipped his pants, letting his hard beautiful cock out, wagging it tantalizingly.

Robbie dropped to his hands and knees, crawling hungrily toward the cock like a donkey trying to get a carrot, his big ass waggling behind him every time he advanced. But Mr. D. kept pulling away, every time Robbie got close--man, he couldn’t believe how bad he wanted that cock.

“That’s a good boy,” Mr. D. said, the words sending a charge up and down Draco’s spine. “Finally found a good use for you. You’re going to like your new job.”