Marc popped the experimental pill with a grin, expecting nothing more than a boosted solo session. Within minutes his cock surged rock hard, twitching violently on its own as waves of pleasure crashed through him. He barely had time to drop his pants before the first orgasm hit; cum erupted untouched, dripping down his shaft while he panted and sweated on the couch. "Fuck, this is insane," he groaned, already horny again as the twitching restarted, driving him to a second, then third climax without a single stroke. An hour later the hardness faded and Marc sighed, craving more despite the label warning against redosing within twenty-four hours.
Hesitation lasted all of thirty seconds. He swallowed the second pill. The familiar rush returned, his cock snapping to full hardness and twitching wildly, but this time it kept moving—bobbing, twisting, and flexing like it had a mind of its own. The slit at the tip parted and a low, smug voice emerged. "Well, well, owner. That second dose was a mistake, wasn’t it?"
Marc froze, staring. "What the hell? You can talk?" His cock pulsed in reply, spitting a bead of precum. "Name’s not ‘cock’ anymore, it’s Boss. And yes, I talk. I also decide when we get hard, when we pee, and exactly how we chase pussy. You’re just the delivery system now."
"Like hell you are," Marc snapped, reaching down only for his cock to slap his hand away with a sharp thrust. "Try that again and I’ll make you regret it. I could keep you dripping and aching in public, or worse—refuse to get hard the next time some hot ass walks by begging for a ride." The voice chuckled, low and wicked. "Imagine explaining to a girl why your cock won’t cooperate for that blowjob she’s dying to give."
Heat flooded Marc’s face as the cock began to stroke itself against his palm without his permission, moving with deliberate, teasing friction. "Feel that? I’m in charge. You want to come again? Then you listen." The twitching intensified, the shaft swelling and contracting in rhythmic pulses that dragged a fourth orgasm from him; cum splattered across his stomach while he gasped, sweating and panting under the sudden, autonomous pleasure.
When the spasms eased, the cock gave one last lazy throb. "Good boy. Now clean up and get some rest. Tomorrow we’re finding a wet, willing pussy to stretch, and you’re going to do exactly what I say—or I’ll make your life very, very hard."
Marc swallowed, realizing the game had only just begun.
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