Sexual Compulsion

n the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled in the shadows of towering mountains, lived a portly insurance adjuster named Harold. He was well into his 60s and had spent most of his life delving into the peculiarities of individuals from all walks of life. Little did he know that his next assignment would thrust him into a world unlike any other.

One crisp morning, a call from his boss, Mr. Jenkins, disrupted Harold's usual routine. "Harold," Mr. Jenkins exclaimed, his voice laced with intrigue, "I have an enthralling case for you. There's a grand estate in our town owned by a reclusive scientist, Dr. Magnus."

Intrigued by the prospect, Harold gathered his belongings and set out for the mysterious scientist's abode. As he parked his car in front of the looming mansion, he couldn't help but be captivated by its cryptic architecture. With a deep breath, he stepped through the imposing gates, unaware of the fantastical adventures and challenges awaiting him within.

Inside the mansion, Harold found himself in a sprawling hallway adorned with ornate scientific instruments and curious artifacts. The air was filled with the gentle hum of machinery and the faint clinking of glassware. A heady aroma of earth and chemicals permeated the atmosphere.

Approaching a massive oak door adorned with complex carvings and symbols, Harold knocked softly. After a moment, the door slowly creaked open to reveal Dr. Magnus—a tall, gaunt figure with unkempt hair and thick spectacles. "Ah, Mr. Harold," Dr. Magnus greeted warmly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Please come in."

With equal parts fascination and apprehension, Harold stepped into the scientist's realm. Dr. Magnus' home was a wonderland of diagrams, charts, and equations far beyond Harold's understanding. Guided through winding corridors lined with hidden experiments and secret chambers, Harold couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding and curiosity about his purpose in this enigmatic place.

Their journey through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned building had led them to a rusted steel door, marked with faded letters that read "The Laboratory." Harold's heart pounded in his chest as Dr. Magnus retrieved a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, revealing a room filled with bubbling beakers, sparking machinery, and swirling gases.

As they stepped inside, Harold's senses were overwhelmed by the pungent scent of chemicals and ozone. In the center of the room stood a peculiar contraption, resembling a futuristic chair, with wires and tubes snaking out from its metallic frame.

"Welcome, Mr. Harold," Dr. Magnus said in a smooth voice, gesturing towards the contraption. "Fate has brought you here for my intimate experiments in the field of pheromontology."

Harold's eyes widened in both fear and curiosity at the mention of such an obscure subject. He had never encountered anything like this before. Dr. Magnus hinted that Harold was the chosen test subject for his revolutionary breakthrough in the study of pheromones and their impact on human sexuality.

Before Harold could react, a cloth was placed over his mouth and nose, suffocating him with its pungent odor and plunging him into unconsciousness. When he woke up, he found himself restrained in the chair, stripped naked and exposed to the cool touch of leather against his skin. The doctor, now wearing a gas mask, moved around him with calculated movements as he adjusted various dials and buttons on the machine.

Over the next few hours, Dr. Magnus subjected Harold to numerous experiments, pushing his physical and mental limits to extremes. Despite the strange sensations coursing through his body, Harold felt a strange sense of freedom in facing the unknown.

As the experiments came to an end, Dr. Magnus stood before Harold once again, dressed in a full hazmat suit this time. "You, Mr. Harold, are the first man to be infused with pheromotics - a powerful blend of pheromones and hormones," he declared with a gleam in his eyes. "You will be irresistible to all men, possessing insatiable sexual prowess."

Harold couldn't help but burst into hysterical laughter at the absurdity of it all. After years of leading a quiet and solitary life, the idea of suddenly becoming an object of desire was almost comical to him. However, as Dr. Magnus began unfastening the straps that held him in place, Harold noticed an unexpected bulge in his pelvis.

"What have you done?" Harold demanded, feeling a mix of shock and arousal at the sight before him. In his struggle to free himself from the restraints, Harold accidentally knocked off Dr. Magnus' gas mask, exposing him to the full force of the pheromones. In an instant, the doctor found himself overcome by Harold's overpowering allure, willing to risk everything for a taste of satisfaction.

With a primal growl, Harold rose from his seat and stalked towards the trembling Doctor. Magnus could feel his heart racing as Harold tore off the remnants of his clothing, leaving him naked and vulnerable beneath him. The powerful man positioned himself on top of Magnus, his massive body pressing down on him with irresistible force.

Harold's hips began to move in a steady rhythm, thrusting his thick member into Magnus' tight anus. The Doctor cried out in pain, not accustomed to being taken in such a dominating manner. But Harold's grip was unyielding and his determination unmatched. He continued his relentless assault, each thrust hitting deeper and harder than the last.

As sweat glistened on Harold's body, he could feel the intoxicating effects of his pheromones taking hold of Magnus. The once painful experience had now turned into one of pleasure for the Doctor, his body responding eagerly to Harold's movements.

Magnus' screams became moans as Harold's thrusts grew more forceful and rapid. His own cock grew hard and leaking with desire, unable to control his reactions to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.

With a feral look in his eyes, Harold grabbed a fistful of Magnus' hair and pulled back, exposing his neck for him to ravage with hungry kisses. Their tongues danced together as Harold's pelvis continued its relentless pounding.

The Doctor's body trembled under the intense pleasure and exhaustion that Harold brought upon him. This mild-mannered man had transformed into an insatiable beast of lust, using Magnus as his outlet until he was pushed to the very brink of exhaustion.

Harold's body trembled with desire, his muscles tense and his cock throbbing. He couldn't hold back any longer, feeling the intense pleasure building up in his balls. With a primal growl, he released himself inside the Doctor, feeling the hot rush of cum spreading inside him.

As Harold reached his peak, he noticed Magnus was right there with him. The Doctor's own cock was dripping pre-cum and twitching uncontrollably. In one final thrust, Magnus let out a guttural moan as he came all over himself and Harold.

Both men collapsed on the floor, panting and sweating from their intense release. The Doctor could feel his body shutting down, completely spent from the dominance and passion of Harold. He curled up in a fetal position, unable to move or resist any more of the overwhelming pleasure inflicted upon him.

In a frenzied panic, Harold hastily gathered his clothes and sprinted out of the dilapidated house. He didn't care about the consequences of leaving in such a state – his boss could fire him for all he cared. All that mattered was getting away from that place.

Once outside, he gulped in deep breaths of the crisp night air, hoping it would clear his mind from the overwhelming effects of the pheromones. But even as he stood free from their grasp, he could still feel their insidious influence coursing through his body. His erection refused to subside and his thoughts remained muddled with primal desires. This would have to be dealt with later – right now, he just needed to make it back home.

As he cautiously made his way back, Harold couldn't help but avert his eyes from everyone he passed, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself if they were too close. However, his luck ran out when he bumped into Fr. Mulhaney – the jolly, heavyset pastor of Willowbrook's Catholic Church – who was exiting Paddy's Pub. The priest's jovial expression turned concerned as he saw Harold's distressed state and inquired after him. "What is troubling you, my son?"

Harold's heart raced as he watched the pastor, his eyes filled with desire and lust. He felt a stirring in his pants that he couldn't ignore. Before he could respond, Fr. Mulhaney grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the empty church down the street. The adrenaline pumping through Harold's veins heightened his anticipation.

As they entered the dimly lit church, both men began to disrobe eagerly. Harold's gaze fell upon the priest's naked body, revealing a hairy belly that was slightly larger than his own, with nipples erect and pointing directly at him. The sight alone sent shivers of desire down Harold's spine.

Fr. Mulhaney dropped to his knees and took Harold's throbbing member into his mouth, causing him to moan loudly with pleasure. The warmth and wetness of the priest's mouth engulfing him only fueled Harold's arousal further.

Unable to resist any longer, Harold pushed the priest onto the altar and began to explore every inch of his body with eager hands and lips. He licked and sucked on Fr. Mulhaney's nipples, causing his belly to jiggle with each pleasured gasp.

The priest's cock twitched with excitement as Harold continued to worship his body, driving him wild with desire. "I need you inside me...now," Fr. Mulhaney pleaded, looking up at Harold with pure desire in his eyes.

With an animalistic hunger, Harold boldly lifted the priest's legs, exposing his enticing entrance. Fr. Mulhaney gasped for air, sweat plastered to his body with anticipation and desire. Harold taunted him with a slick finger, tracing tantalizing circles around his opening before plunging it inside. The priest arched off the bed with a sharp cry as Harold expertly explored every inch of him.

With each thrust of his fingers, Harold could feel the priest's desperate need for more. His own arousal growing, he couldn't resist any longer. He pressed himself against the priest's slick entrance, marveling at how easily he slid inside. Fr. Mulhaney moaned in pleasure and pain as Harold filled him completely.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. The room filled with their passionate sounds as their bodies intertwined in ecstasy. The priest's moans grew louder and more urgent, driving both men closer to the edge.

Lost in this euphoric encounter, they disregarded all vows and obligations as they gave themselves over completely to each other in this moment of raw passion.

Harold's body trembled with pleasure as he thrust into the priest, their bodies slick with sweat and desperation. He could feel himself nearing his climax, his prayers for forgiveness fading away as he gave in to sinful desire.

The priest moaned and begged for Harold's seed, his mouth salivating at the thought of consuming the forbidden fruit. Harold pulled out and kneeled over him, pumping his cock with one hand while the other caressed the priest's face.

"Take it all," Harold gasped, feeling his orgasm building. Fr. Mulhaney eagerly opened his mouth wide, ready to receive the gift of his god. And as Harold came, hot and heavy, the priest swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of sin on his tongue.

Harold collapsed onto the priest's chest, panting and spent. "That was incredible," he murmured, still in a haze of pleasure.

"Amen," replied the priest with a satisfied smile.

They both knew their actions were forbidden, but they couldn't resist each other's temptation. As they dressed themselves and parted ways, they both carried the memories of their passionate encounter with them. Knowing full well they could never speak of it again, but also unable to forget.

Harold stepped into his house and immediately received a call from both his boss and the insurance agency. "We need you to get here as soon as possible," his boss urgently said. Harold was afraid of the repercussions of his newfound abilities and tried to decline, but his boss was insistent. Not wanting to upset him further and feeling drained after already using his powers twice today, Harold reluctantly agreed to go.

As he was heading to the office, Harold could not help but noticed the looks of desire that were directed his way by the men who passed him by. He managed to avoid any incidents and went into the office. "Surprise!" Harold boss, District manager and co-worker all shouted in unison. It was Harold's 30th anniversary at the company and it was time to celebrate. "Why he's a jolly good fellow, why he's a jolly good..." the chants died down and the three men began to stare lustily at Harold.

Harold, for his part, began to notice things he never paid much attention to with his coworkers. The way they moved, the way they laughed, the subtle shifts of their body language that spoke volumes. It all seemed to have an effect on him, causing his arousal to build and his dick to harden.

Soon, Harold found himself spread out in a state of undress on his boss' desk, surrounded by three disrobed men who were eagerly exploring every inch of his body. His boss was kissing him deeply, their tongues dancing in a heated rhythm while one co-worker lavished attention on his soft nipples and another tantalized his sensitive ass with their tongue.

The pleasure coursing through Harold's body was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He couldn't believe what was happening but he couldn't bring himself to stop it either. As the district manager stroked his cock, preparing to penetrate him, Harold could feel the anticipation building inside of him.

"Oh, fuck me," Harold begged, lost in the moment.

With a grunt of satisfaction, the district manager pushed his thick cock inside Harold's tight anus. The sensation was overwhelming and Harold moaned loudly as the powerful thrusts filled him with ecstasy.

"Harder!" Harold pleaded, wanting more of this incredible pleasure.

The district manager obliged and his hips bucked with fervent desire as he pounded into Harold relentlessly. At the same time, Harold's boss took out his own glistening cock and placed it in Harold's mouth, commanding him to suck it with unrivaled authority.

As Harold eagerly obeyed, taking in every inch of his boss' manhood and tasting the saltiness of precum on his tongue, he could feel the district manager's cock pulsating inside of him. He knew that both men were close to reaching their climax and it only heightened his own pleasure.

As the district manager's groans grew louder, Harold pleaded for him to give in and fulfill his desires. The anticipation of his impending orgasm sent waves of pleasure coursing through Harold's body, making it impossible to resist any longer.

With a powerful release, the district manager filled Harold up, leaving him feeling completely satisfied. And as the last drops of cum dribbled outside of his ass, Harold could not help but feel grateful for this intense moment.

But that was not all - at the same time, Harold's boss eagerly released into his mouth, feeding him with silky protein. And in return, Harold reciprocated with his own release into the co-worker who had been pleasuring him

Afterwards all four men got up and exchanged awkward glances and nervous interactions which caused Howard to announce he had to return to Dr. Magnus house.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Harold sprinted back to the doctor's home, his feet pounding against the pavement. His heart raced as he reached the door and pounded on it with all his might. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing the gaunt figure of Dr. Magnus. The once distinguished and composed doctor now appeared disheveled and wild, his white coat stained and hanging off his thin frame. Harold's eyes widened in shock as he saw Dr. Magnus tied up to his own chair, a needle protruding from his arm as he administered pheromotic to himself. The pungent scent of chemicals filled the air, making Harold feel queasy and light-headed.

As soon as his eyes landed on Harold's sweaty, glistening form, Magnus felt a surge of primal desire course through him. With a fierce determination, he broke through the straps restraining him and launched himself at Harold, causing the heavier man to stumble and fall to the floor. The scent of pheromone-laced sweat hung heavy in the air, unleashing an untamed urge within both men.

In mere minutes, their clothing was torn from their bodies as they grappled with each other in a battle of raw sexuality. Limbs and arms entwined as their mouths greedily sought out every inch of each other's skin. In the heat of the moment, the two men even resorted to urinating on each other while Magnus dominated Harold.

Finally, with Harold bent over and his exposed anus begging for Magnus' attention, the doctor asked eagerly, "Are you ready?"

A shiver of anticipation ran through Harold's body as he replied, "Yes."

Without hesitation, Magnus plunged his cock deep inside Harold's waiting entrance, stretching and filling him with intense pleasure. He thrust in and out with unrestrained passion, hitting all the right spots that sent electric shocks of ecstasy down Harold's spine.

But it wasn't long until Harold regained control and flipped Magnus over, taking charge and driving himself into the doctor with savage intensity. Both men were now lost in a frenzy of lust, screaming obscenities and curses at each other and themselves. They were nothing but wild animals consumed by raw sexual energy and instinct.

As Harold pounded into him relentlessly, Magnus moaned in ecstasy. "Oh yes, fuck me!"

"Fuck you!" Harold growled back, his rhythm intensifying. As he reached his climax, he could feel the effects of Pheromotic wearing off and his senses returning to normal. Yet he knew he needed to finish off Dr. Magnus before it fully wore off.

With a deafening roar, Harold's release ripped through him and he exploded inside the doctor, bringing them both to the height of pleasure. In that moment, they were nothing but two primal beings fused together in an explosive act of primal desire.

Both men lay on the floor, exhausted. Magnus's body was sprawled out in a heap, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His mumbled words were incomprehensible, a side effect of the intense physical exertion. Harold, on the other hand, was completely spent. His muscles twitched and trembled as he lay next to Magnus, unable to move for the time being.

As if on autopilot, Harold's eyes scanned the room and landed on his keys and wallet scattered on the floor. Without bothering to put clothes on, he stumbled to his feet and made a mad dash towards the door before anything else could happen.

The cool evening air hit Harold's naked skin as he burst out of the house and into his car. As he drove home, his mind replayed the chaotic events of the night. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Fr Mulvaney walking down the street.

Fr Mulvaney caught sight of Harold bare-chested behind the wheel and offered a weak wave before quickening his pace. Harold couldn't contain his laughter at the absurdity of it all as he continued driving home.