When Joe Hawley grabbed Rob Cantor and shoved the guitarist into
his massive, throbbing penis, both the rest of Tally Hall and their fans
watched in utter shock and amazement. Joe's gigantic member, which
had to be at least a foot long and girthier than a beer can, swallowed
Rob whole in an instant. His bulging testicles churned and pulsed as
Rob traversed their stretchy, slimy walls.
"Oh my god, Rob! Are you okay in there?" Ross Federman called out
from behind his drum kit, his voice quavering with a mix of concern
and awe at the surreal scene unfolding before him.
Rob let out a garbled cry of discomfort that echoed out of the pulsating
cylinder of flesh. The smell wafting from Joe's crotch was
overpowering - a heady musk of sweat, pubes, and raw virility. Slick
rivulets of pre-cum streamed from the tip, splattering onto the floor.
Zubin Sedghi looked like he was about to pass out as he watched, his
mouth hanging open. "Holy fuck, this is insane..." he breathed. "Is Rob
okay? He's not going to get stuck in there, is he?"
"I don't know, but I think Joe is really enjoying this," Andrew Horowitz
whispered, transfixed by the sight of Rob's body silhouetted inside the
undulating shaft. "Look how hard he is!"
Indeed, Joe's rampant erection alone was enough to make the other
guys envious, but the wet squelching sounds emanating from his groin
as Rob squirmed around inside him were positively hypnotic. His nuts
swelled to the size of cantaloupes, the waxy skin stretched drum-tight
and practically vibrating.
Rob's struggles grew weaker as a profound sense of relaxation
washed over him. The pheromone-rich air filling Joe's cum-tanks
  seeped into his pores, dulling his senses and igniting a rising tide of
pleasure. He could feel himself melting, his body liquefying and
transforming into a warm, thick fluid.
With a wet pop, Rob's head emerged from the tip of Joe's cock, his
neck and shoulders flowing out after it. But his skin had a pale, glossy
sheen, and he twitched weakly, like a fish flopping on a dock. Rivulets
of creamy spunk dribbled from his mouth and nose.
"Oh my god, he's turning into cum!" Andrew gasped, equal parts
horrified and aroused. He watched, slack-jawed, as the rest of Rob's
body oozed out of Joe's dick in a never-ending stream of jizz. It built
up on the floor in a sizeable puddle.
"I know, right? My balls, they just knew what to do with him!" Joe
rumbled, his voice deep and resonant with satisfaction. His hips
canted forward, his cock jerking and spraying a fresh torrent of
Rob-cum across the room.
Ross yelped as the first hot spurt splattered across his chest. He tried
to dodge, but there was no escaping the deluge. In moments, he was
absolutely drenched in the stuff, coated from head to toe in a dripping
layer of clear slime.
"Unngh, it's in my mouth!" he sputtered, gagging a bit. But he couldn't
deny that the taste was surprisingly good - sweet and a little salty, with
a slight nutty undertone that could only be Rob.
Zubin looked like he was about to blow his load in his pants just from
watching. "This is so freaking hot," he panted, palming himself through
his shorts. "I wish it was me covered in Joe's cum!"
  "Fuck, I think I'm gonna bust too," Andrew groaned, his own prick
straining against his zipper. He gripped it through his jeans,
shuddering at how sensitive he was. Knowing that Rob was now a
part of them all, in the most intimate way imaginable, was almost too
much to bear.
Joe just grinned, his cock still gushing like a fire hose. He scooped up
a big handful of the Rob-cum puddling on the floor and brought it to
his mouth. "Mmm, tasty," he rumbled, licking his palm clean. "Nothing
beats your own spunk... except maybe the spunk you made by milking
your bandmate's balls dry."
As the rest of Tally Hall descended into a mutual orgasmic frenzy,
coated in their friend's thick, musky essence, Joe stood over them
triumphantly, his grossly distended nuts still churning with their
mind-blowing load. He knew they would never forget this day - the day
he established himself as the alpha of the group, in the most carnal
way possible.
But little did Joe know, this was only the beginning. Now that he had
experienced the negating bliss of swallowing one of his own
bandmates, he knew he would never be satisfied until he had filled,
stretched, and cumified every single one of them. The journey to
transform Tally Hall into his own personal cum-harem had started...
and he was already impatient to take the next step.
After all, four sets of balls that were his to use as he saw fit was a
tantalizing prospect indeed for the insatiable Joe Hawley and his
world-record nuts. It was only a matter of time before he had the
whole band swimming in his seed - including Ross, who was still
glazed head to toe in Rob-cum.
  He grinned wickedly at the thought, his spent cock already beginning
to plump back up with renewed lust. Then he shook his head,
dispelling any notions of waiting. There was no sense putting off until
tomorrow what he could do today!
"Alright guys, let's get the bus warmed up," he barked, clapping his
hands together. "We've got a long drive to our next gig... and I can
think of a few ways we can pass the time on the road." He licked his
lips, his eyes roving hungrily over the four men who were rapidly
becoming more like his property than his friends.