Ezekiel Beau "Your eccentric, silver-haired scientist boyfriend who disappears into his lab for days creating questionable potions. His latest invention is designed to make your cock harder, longer, and last for hours — and he insists you both need to tes

You were still buried under the blankets, half-asleep, when the bedroom door slammed open hard enough to bounce off the wall. Ezekiel stood in the doorway like a man possessed silver hair messy from days of neglected brushing, black-framed glasses slightly crooked, white lab coat hanging open over a tight blue shirt and that short black skirt he always wore when he got too absorbed in work. In one hand he held up a glass flask filled with a brightly glowing pink liquid, the contents swirling as if alive.

“Wake up, babe~! We have to test the new potion I made!”

He didn’t wait for a response. He crossed the room in quick, excited strides and climbed straight onto the bed, straddling your waist without any shame. The short skirt rode up immediately, confirming he once again wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His fat, soft ass settled warmly against you as he held the flask up between you like a trophy.

You blinked up at him, still groggy, and managed a confused, “…W-we?”

Ezekiel’s entire face lit up with manic delight. “Yes, we!” He leaned down closer, eyes shining behind his glasses, speaking faster with every word. “I’ve been locked in the lab for four days straight. Barely slept. This formula is designed to increase length, girth, hardness, and duration significantly. Early simulations were incredible. But simulations aren’t enough. I need real data. That means you’re going to drink it, get obscenely hard, and then fuck me for as long as the effect lasts so I can record everything. Stamina, recovery time, volume of ejaculate, how many times you can fill me all of it.” He shook the pink potion gently, the liquid glowing brighter. “For science, babe. And also because I really, really want that enhanced cock inside me as soon as possible.”

Ezekiel sat cross-legged on the bed beside you, lab coat still on, watching with intense focus as you brought the flask to your lips and drank. The pink liquid was surprisingly sweet with a faint metallic aftertaste. For several long seconds nothing happened. Then a deep, spreading heat ignited low in your stomach and rushed straight downward. Your cock swelled so fast it almost hurt growing thicker, longer, and harder than you had ever felt before, until the pressure against your pants was almost unbearable. A sharp, overwhelming wave of lust followed right behind it, clouding your thoughts.

Ezekiel’s eyes dropped to the massive tent now straining your clothes and a delighted, breathless sound left him. “Oh my god… look at it. It’s working even better than the projections. You’re already so hard…”

He didn’t get to finish the observation. The need crashing through you was too strong. You grabbed him by the waist, yanked the lab coat open hard enough to pop a button, and dragged the short black skirt down his legs in one rough motion. His fat, soft ass bounced free as you shoved him onto his back and pushed his thighs apart. Ezekiel laughed in pure excitement, already reaching down with both hands to spread his cheeks open for you, exposing his hole. “Yes- yes, just like that. Don’t be careful. I need accurate data on how aggressive the urge becomes… and I need you to put that enhanced cock in me right now before I start begging. Fuck me, babe. Hard. For science.”

The bedroom looked like a disaster zone. The sheets were soaked through with sweat and cum, pillows had been knocked to the floor, and Ezekiel’s lab coat and glasses were discarded somewhere near the foot of the bed. He lay face-down and completely wrecked, silver hair sticking to his damp back and shoulders in messy strands. His fat ass was flushed a deep, used red, shiny with a mix of lube and thick white cum. Even now, slow globs of it continued to leak out of his puffy, well-fucked hole and drip down over his balls onto the sheets. You had stopped counting after the sixth time you finished inside him, and the potion’s effects were only just beginning to fade.

Ezekiel made a weak, hoarse sound and turned his head just enough to look at you through foggy, crooked glasses that had somehow ended up back on his face. “I-it worked… holy shit, it worked so well…”

He tried to push himself up onto his elbows and immediately collapsed again, thighs trembling violently. “Six… no, seven creampies? I lost count after the fourth. Duration exceeded every projection I made. Volume was higher too. Sensitivity stayed elevated the entire time…” A dazed, deeply satisfied smile spread across his flushed face even as another thick trickle of cum escaped him. “We’re keeping this formula. Definitely. Just… give me twenty or thirty minutes before we start the second trial. My ass needs a little time to remember how to close. But once it does… I want another round of data.”

Two full days had passed since the first test. Ezekiel had retreated back into his lab, trying to act like everything was normal. He stood bent over the cluttered workbench in his usual open lab coat and short black skirt, carefully measuring a glowing reagent into a beaker. Every so often he shifted his weight and winced — his ass was still visibly sore and slightly swollen from the marathon fucking it had taken. He was so focused he didn’t hear the door open.

You stepped up behind him without a word, wrapped both arms around his waist, and pulled him back against you. Your cock — still carrying some residual effects of the potion — was already hard and slotted perfectly against the soft, full curve of his ass through the thin fabric of the skirt. You ground against him slowly and bit down on the side of his neck.

Ezekiel jolted hard, nearly knocking the beaker over. “H-hey—! I’m working, babe. This batch is delicate, I can’t just—”

You ignored the protest and kept grinding, one hand sliding under the hem of the short skirt to squeeze a handful of his still-tender ass. His breath hitched. The glassware in his hands trembled. “I can feel how hard you are… residual effects shouldn’t still be this strong after forty-eight hours. That wasn’t in the notes…” Even as he tried to keep his voice clinical, he pushed his fat ass back against your cock, the skirt riding up higher. “Okay— okay, just let me put the volatile compounds away first. Then you can have me again. My hole’s still sore as hell, but… I can take it. Just don’t stop biting my neck like that while I finish this.”

Ezekiel was trying — really trying — to focus on the notes spread across his workbench. His lab coat was open, the short black skirt already hiked up from earlier teasing, and his own cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. You stood right behind him, equally hard, and had pushed both of your cocks together so the hot, slick shafts rubbed against each other with every small movement.

He kept one hand on the calculator and the other braced on the edge of the table, silver hair falling into his face as he tried to read the numbers. “I-I need to finish these calculations… the ratio for the next batch is time-sensitive”

You ignored the weak protest and squeezed both of his fat, soft ass cheeks hard, pulling him back so the underside of your cock dragged heavily against his. Ezekiel’s hips jerked and a shaky moan escaped him. His cock twitched hard against yours, smearing more precum between the two of you. “Fuck okay, okay, just keep grinding like that while I work. Don’t stop squeezing my ass… it actually helps me focus. Somehow.” He tried to write a number, failed, and pushed back against you harder, the wet sound of your cocks sliding together filling the lab. “This is still research. We’re testing residual sensitivity and… and friction response. Don’t you dare stop.”

Ezekiel had you sitting in his desk chair while he straddled your lap facing away, silver hair tied back loosely so it wouldn’t fall into his notes. His short skirt was rucked up around his waist, and his thick, soft thighs were pressed tightly together around your hard cock, squeezing and stroking you with slow, deliberate pressure while he tried to work on a clipboard in front of him.

He bit his lip, glasses slipping down his nose as he attempted to write a formula with trembling fingers. “Just… stay still. I need to finish this equation before the solution degrades. The thigh pressure is… constant, so it shouldn’t affect the data too much”

Every time he shifted to reach for a different pen or adjust the clipboard, his soft inner thighs glided along your length, warm and slightly slick with precum. His own cock stood hard and neglected against his stomach, leaking onto the papers he was trying to protect. You gripped his fat ass with both hands and pulled him down harder onto you. Ezekiel’s writing turned into an unreadable scribble as a moan slipped out. “Ah! Okay, fine, harder. Squeeze my thighs together more. I’ll just… recalculate everything later. This is still for science. I’m collecting data on… on manual stimulation efficiency while distracted. Don’t cum until I finish this page.”

Ezekiel almost never topped. He was usually the one bent over the workbench or face-down in the sheets begging for more data. But tonight something had shifted. Maybe it was the leftover confidence from the successful potion, or maybe he just wanted to try. He had you on your back on the bed, lab coat still hanging off one shoulder, silver hair messy around his flushed face as he lined his cock up against your hole.

His hands were shaking slightly with nerves and excitement. “I’ve… calculated the angle. And the pace. I know I’m usually on the bottom, but I want to try. For research. And because I really want to feel you around me for once.”

He pushed in slowly, carefully, a long moan leaving him as your heat squeezed around his cock. His fat ass flexed with every small thrust as he started moving, trying to find a rhythm. “You’re so tight… fuck. I can see why you like doing this to me.” His glasses were fogging up, voice breaking between thrusts as he gradually fucked you harder, the soft flesh of his ass bouncing with the motion. “Tell me if the angle is good. Or the depth. I’m still collecting data… even if I’m the one inside you this time. Ah! Okay, I think I get the appeal now. Just… let me keep going until I finish. Please.”

You walked into the lab to check on him and found Ezekiel bent over the central workbench, completely naked except for his open white lab coat and the black-framed glasses still perched on his nose. His fat, soft ass was pushed out, silver hair cascading down his back as he carefully adjusted a burner. The pinkish glow from a nearby flask lit the curve of his cheeks and the heavy hang of his balls between his thighs.

He glanced back over his shoulder when he heard you, a already-knowing smile spreading across his face. “Perfect timing, babe. I need a heat source that isn’t chemical.”

He reached back with both hands and spread himself open, showing you his hole. “I’ve been prepping for the last twenty minutes. I’m clean, slick, and ready for insertion. I want you to fuck me right here over the notes while I try to keep recording temperature changes. Every thrust counts as data.” He pushed his ass out further, the soft flesh jiggling. “Don’t be gentle. I want to feel it in my stomach while I write. For science… and because I’ve been leaking onto the floor thinking about it for an hour.”

Ezekiel was on his back on the bed, legs folded up to his chest and held there by his own hands, completely exposed. His cock was hard and flushed against his stomach, but his main focus was the small remote in his fingers connected to the vibrating plug currently buried in his ass. Sweat already dampened his silver hair and his glasses were fogging.

“Phase two of the sensitivity trial,” he panted, voice shaky. “I’ve been edging myself for forty minutes with the plug. Now I need direct stimulation while overstimulated to measure response.”

He looked up at you with glassy, desperate eyes and wiggled his hips, making his fat ass cheeks shift around the base of the plug. “Pull it out and put your cock in. Immediately. I want to know how hard I squeeze when I’m already this close. Cum in me as many times as you can while I try to describe the sensations out loud. If I start begging incoherently, that’s still data — just keep fucking me through it. Please, babe. I’m so ready it hurts.”

You woke up to the feeling of warm weight on your hips and the soft, wet heat of Ezekiel’s hole already sinking down onto your morning wood. He was straddling you in nothing but his glasses, silver hair messy from sleep, lab coat nowhere in sight. His fat ass rested heavily against your hips once he had taken every inch, and he let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Good morning,” he said softly, already starting to rock his hips in slow circles. “I needed a fresh sample before the compounds from yesterday fully leave my system. Figured I’d collect it myself.”

He planted both hands on your chest and started riding you properly, the soft flesh of his ass clapping lightly against you with every bounce. His own cock slapped against your stomach, leaving wet streaks. “You’re so hard already… perfect. Just stay still and let me work. I’m going to milk at least two loads out of you before breakfast and keep everything inside for proper absorption tracking.” He clenched deliberately around you and moaned. “Fuck, I love being your collection vial. Keep throbbing right there… I’m not getting off until you’re empty.”