The Symbiote Snake

Infections Energy (Chapter 2)

5 hours ago


Wilmon was drying off in the shower at his local gym. Today was his first day at the gym, and he wanted to test their showers. As he was rubbing the towel across his soaked body, he heard footsteps walk past the shower from the entrance, down the short hall of showers, and into a door. Wilmon thought the door was just a janitor's closet so he assumed it was the janitor. He heard another pair of footsteps and thought another janitor was helping the first. Then he heard a fourth set of feet walk into the door. Then another. Five men walked into the door before he got a chance to walk out and try to figure out why so many guys were walking into the closet and not coming out.


Wilmon carried all of his stuff out of the shower and walked up to the door. There was no sign on it, which Wilmon thought was unusual. Even janitor closets have signs... most of the time. Wilmon didn't want to walk in un invited, so he turned around and made his way down the hall of showers. When he got half way out of the showers, the door opened. Wilmon turned around to get a look at who was walking out. Wilmon didn't expect what he saw.


A horse and lion were walking out holding hands. Both men made Wilmon look like a midget by comparison. Their bodies were impressive, but what caught Wilmon off guard was the fact that they were naked. They weren't just naked... their long and soft cocks were hanging down, dripping cum all over the floor. Both cocks were soaked in white slime from their tips to a splatter at the base of their stomach. Their cocks looked like they were shoved down a barrel of warm yogurt.


"You came first," the lion demanded to the horse.


"No..." the horse barked back, "you were feeling my opening act. YOU came first! I felt that pewny leak of yours way before mine!" Wilmon stood there and watched the two competitive mates walk towards him... their cum covered meat drizzling all over the place.


"That 'pewny leak' wasn't even my pre, it was just a few squirts left over from the last time you begged me to stuff you!" The horse was about to say something back, but Wolmon's blushing distracted him. The lion noticed the horse's sudden pause and looked over at Wilmon. Both men stood there, airing their meat, looking directly at Wilmon.


"What's down there?" Wilmon asked pointing to the closing door.


"The breeding training room, why? Is this your first day?"


"What's a breeding training room," Wilmon said staring at the door and the two giant figures in front of him.


"What it sounds like," the horse said with an arrogant grin.


"He didn't know... he's never been to a gym this good before" the lion said in a reassuring voice. He turned to Wilmon and said "it's the part of the gym people don't talk about outside of the gym because it's to progressive and weird. The breeding training room is a part of the gym almost completely hidden. Here, it's in the basement. Anyway, it has everything you need to help you become the badest sex beast you can be. It has breeding mounts to measure your stamina and your load volume. It has pumps to inflate your meat as much as you physically can. It has glory holes to make you the longest lasting stud the club has ever seen. It has artificial sperm injections to make your loads bigger. It even has personal male trainers to give you advice on positions and thrusting techniques and a ton of bedrooms to give you and your mate privacy. If you don't have a partner to bring, or a profesional sex trainer, they have a male playground at the end of the hall. You can meet other men in this huge wide open space covered with bondage stations, swings, and a mattress twice the size of a king for when you want to pile on the fun."


"And you just walk in..."


"And have the time of your life" the horse interrupted.


"Me and my can't last two minutes stallion husband would show you around if we hadn't already dried ourselves up." The horse punched the lion, playfully, and they walked past Wilmon. Wilmon sucked up their musk as they walked past them.


"Good luck in there," the horse told Wilmon as they walked away. Now, it was just Wilmon and the door. Wilmon told himself that he didn't need to go into any breeding training, especially sense he had just left the shower a minute ago. But, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to impress Anton with his new tricks and pumped up cock and artificially loaded loads. He could already hear Anton screaming for him to pull his huge log out of his tight holl and see Anton's belly inflate out across the bed and smell his musk gas up the bedroom. Wilmon knew he couldn't just find out about a breeding training room and not go in.


As Wilmon walked in, he could smell just how well used this place was. The locker room he was just in was nothing compared to this. The air was more musk and sweat than it was oxygen... and he loved it. The first thing he saw was a hallway of solid black doors. The hall was eliminated by dim neon lights. The floors had a pattern of white blobs on top of the original black tile... some were probably from the men he just met. On the right side of the hallways, the doors were labeled "PRIVACY PARADISE." the doors on the left were labeled "SOLO SPEWING." He walked down the hall, past at least 10 doors on each side, and entered a new hallway perpendicular to the first. Down the left side of the new hall were a set of doors and a sign hanging from the ceiling labeled "MATING 101." Down the right side was another corner that turned left. On the part of the wall visible to him was a spray painted mural of a rainforest with the words "WILD JUNGLE" in fat drippy white letters with an white runny arrow pointing left towards the rest of the halls.


Wilmon wanted to see the male playground scene the lion described. We walked towards the mural and took a left. He could already see many men playing on the adult playground. He picked up the pace to get a closer look. In the middle of the room was a row of bondage swings. A horse was being suspended from one of the swings with a red gag ball in his mouth. 3 elephants, covered in shredded veins and unnaturally bulked muscles, stood under him. The horse was level with the 3 elephants waists. All three elephants were thrusting themselves into the bottom of the horse at the same time. Wilmon could see their sacks bouncing around freely. The horse was smiling as wide as the gag would allow. On the left side of the big WILD JUNGLE room was a line of twin beds. At the end of one, a bull was standing there with a fox laying at his waist. The fox was coughing up white droplets as the bull shoved his waist in and out with the calm grace of a gliding bird. The fox was slender and short, but the bull was bulky and fat with a massive gut. The fox was barely bigger than a bull's condom, but he showed no signs of not loving every thrust the heavy bull forced up him. Infact, the more he coughed up the bull's milk, the more he was begging for more. The bull never ignored the tiny fox's request. On the right side of the room was a bed bigger than any Wilmon had ever seen. Wilmon thought there were about 7 men on the one bed, but he couldn't keep track of the exact number because they wouldn't sit still or slow down. The group of naked men moved in and out of their bodies like waves crashing in the ocean. Squirts were flying everywhere, nonstop, but he had no clue who's load was fertilizing the pile of men. He just saw random ejeculations raining over the bed.


The masculine play ground was too much excitement for him. He turned around and walked down the hall and into the set of doors under the label "MATING 101." The doors all had signs like a portable bathroom with the word "occupied" above most of the doors. Wilmon walked down to the end of the hall, hoping to see at least one green sign. He finally found one on the right at the very end. He knocked on the door and a soft male voice told him to "come in and lock it behind you." He followed the voices instructions and opened the door. He saw a slim buck siding at the head of the bed with his legs wide open. A pile of wrinkled sheets was the only thing covering his waist. The buck's green eyes winked as Wilmon shut the door and locked it. "What are you here for? Do you want your body to tell your mate how loving and romantic you are... or do you want to pound him till you push his spine up his throat and make him feel paralized?" He took a minute to think about it, then said;


"I want Anton to feel my body display the feelings my mouth can't say... make him feel like our bed is heaven itself... for the first few minutes. Then I wanna treat him like he's a tiny prey being mauled by a savage and starving animal. I don't just want sex with Anton, I want him to be turned inside out. I want the love of my life to twist his body into mine like a tangled knot. I don't just want to make him cum... I want him to erupt like a volcano. Sex is just sticking yourself in someone else... I want us to truly let loose." The deer glared at Wilmon and said;

"Most men just come in for advice on lasting longer. I've never seen anyone rant about love like that."


"Well I don't think my words or actions will ever do it justice, but I can try. What's your advice." The buck took off the sheets to show his entire naked body and his hard meat.


"Let's see what you've got so far and I can help you unleash the beast." As the deer said this, he stood up and walked towards Wilmon. "Follow me. We'll just start with the basics today." The Buck led Wilmon to the hallway of doors labeled "SOLO SPEWING" and opened a door for Wilmon. The room was dimly lit with one brown and orange bulb above a breeding mount. The walls were covered with posters of godly men in little to no clothing. Some of the posters were a close up shot of girthy and veiny cocks of a variety of animals dripping cum down the side of their shafts. Both men walked inside and the buck closed the door behind them. "Before we advance to the positions, I first want to see the kind of shape you are in. Take those off and set them aside, then mount this machine. Wilmon took off everything he had and threw them in a corner. He looked at the machine and how much wider the tube was then his girth.


"It's to big for me, I'm not like those studs out there." The deer looked at Wilmon's soft meat, bent down and cupped Wilmon's balls in his hands.


"You're actually bigger than most of my clients," he said in a soft voice, "and this machine isn't even on. Once I turn it on, it'll grip down to your size. No one is big enough to fit before I turn it on. Now quit being dramatic and remember how much you love the man you're doing this for." The buck's motivation made his cock spring up along with his confidence. The deer let go of Wilmon's testicals and stepped aside. Wilmon felt a little uncomfortable using a breeding mount in front of the buck, then he reminded himself of Anton. He imagined the machine as Anton. He pictured Anton's tight and adorable cheeks on their bed at home. He thought about Anton on his knees pointing his bare ass at him... inviting him to explore the caves inside his body.


Wilmon pushed his cock in the hole and the buck turned it on. He didn't know it at the time, but the man who used the same machine before him was carrying an "SSS" or "Strictly Sexual Symbiote." The symbiote behaves like the famous symbiote "Venom," but this specific species of symbiote only cares about the sexual organs of a man. The man before him didn't realize he was carrying it because the organism took no interest in him, it left him alone. When the man before ejeculated into the breeding mount, the SSS swam out with his sperm and was hiding inside the same tube Wilmon just used.


As Wilmon imagined the machine as Anton begging for more, the SSS landed on his foreskin. In its original form, the symbiote is too small to see or feel. Wilmon had no idea that a microscopic creature was moving down the tunnel of his tube. The organism absorbed testosterone from the cock and gained strength to move all the may down to the testicals. Once it was in the testicals, it tested it's genetic interest DNA against his. Unfortunately for Wilmon, the SSS found his seamen and sperm to be a gold mine of rish male hormones and protein. It devoured his sperm as food and inserted itself into the muscles of the host's reproduction organs. The symbiote slowly took over his seed and re generated its own. The symbiote started small, so he wouldn't feel it for at least another 5 hours.


When the symbiote gains full control, Wilmon won't be able to think about anything but sex. His balls will have a constant need to be emptied. His cock will always want to be rock solid and inside something. His sperm, overtaken by the sexual parasite, will do whatever it takes to mate. Wilmon will become the horniest creature on earth. His sex drive will be the only emotion he feels. No covering is safe from his desire ripping it off like a present on christmas day.


"How was that," Wilmon asked the buck.


"Impressive. Go home, rest, eat lots of protein and healthy fats, practice ejectulating as much as possible to force your testicals to never stop brewing more seamen, and your boyfriend will never go to bed unsatisfied ever again. Come back at least once a week so I can track your progress."


"Got it," Wilmon told him. At that moment, the SSS dropped into the pool of seed in his testicals and made a small tidal wave. Wilmon felt the tidal wave in his balls, but assumed the slight sensation was only because he had just released a load. Wlmon went home, not prepared for the horror show his cock was about to perform.