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[lookintomyeyesboy]

Sometimes you just don’t need more.

I love sex and I love control and I love power, but hypnosis alone is just the sexiest thing in the world.

Look at yourself and look at me. You’re in the deepest trance ever, your mind completely blank, your thoughts gone. There is nothing left from you, man. Right now I could shake you empty and fill your thoughts with anything I want.

I could make you gay. I could make you my slave. I could make you a submissive sex toy that lived only to suck my dick. You asked me not to do any of that, but I could make you forget that you did, or even make you happy that I decided to do it.

I could… but I won’t.

Because you asked, nothing more.

Just knowing that I could is hot as hell. You won’t know it, you won’t notice it, but just having you there in the deepest trance is making me hard and I would like nothing more than take your clothes off and fuck you, but I won’t.

I can’t believe you really put yourself in my hands like that, but that’s exactly what saved you. Count your blessings. For now I will just make you sleep and enjoy the trance, and I won’t take control of you or make you mine… I know that I could, and that’s enough for me.

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[boysgallery]

[papermoon357]

What was I doing? I was just about to do something before my roommate slapped that cap on me

Err huh wasn’t I about to go study? – But that can’t be right. I can’t go out like this. I’m shirtless aren’t I? Too embarrassing 

Maybe I was going to take off my glasses… But… – no that’s a weird idea, I don’t even wear glasses to begin with.

Strange but maybe I was thinking of growing taller – Ha but that’s silly. How could I even do that? Besides I am already a good 6′1.

Huh… but my twiggy frame. Was it that I was about to bulk up? Work on those arms maybe…? – But I have some good upper and forearm definition already … and those veins starting to run down my biceps…

Had to be my shoulders or back then – Wrong wrong. My shoulders are alrieady wide and I have some decent traps and flarring lats

Chest? – Nah not that either. My pecs are already swelling up really nicely- not to mention my sensitive round nipples and those abs…

Yeah come to think of it, with this body… I was probably just about to become more confident, be a little cocky even. – Ughh but no way. I’m so fucking hot, I cant get enough of myself. Who could resist? With these muscles and dreamy face, I’m one hot smart sexy fucker…

So maybe I was about to dumb down? Like really forget all that school crap and like totally lighten up. Be some dumb ass jock muscle head. Huhuhu. – But like already so dum huhu. Hot dum bro yeah huhu

Nah like it had to just be that I’m gettin so fuckin hot and horny and… yeah always so fuckin horny… and… mmmm… was gonna grow a thick massive cock. – Uhhh but fuUUcK… so horned up all the time. And my cock, yeah my fucking fuck rod, I’m fingering that piece of meat in my shorts, its so fucking big. Like its always stiff and massive just thinking about my next fuck- 

Fuck- that’s it! Huhuhu yeah, I’m so fucking dum, its my fucking cap. I gotta turn that thing around duh. Like get my hot pumped bod naked and cap on backwards, thats the way my bro likes to fuck. And my roomie, he’s already fucking waiting

[hairy-bothered]

POV: Swapping bodies with this dumb kid was the best thing to happen to you. He was your neighbor and you’d pass him in the hall, secretly lusting for his young tight body. Now not only do you get to relive most of your 20s - you’re jacked and hung! This kid took great care of his body and now it’s the temple men from all around Chicago will get to enter to worship and leave tribute.

[guysocksfeet]

[manlover2]

[furrydazed]

Yup

[malebodyswap45]

An Accident

A year of stories’ special (28/35)

Believe me when I tell you that this was an accident. It’s true that I was playing with dark magic. It’s true that my intentions weren’t the best. However, believe me when I told you that this wasn’t my intent. All began during last summer when my brother come home for college break. I was happy that he was back, and he told me a lot of incredible stories. Sadly, his stay was going to be a short one as he have planned a trip with one of his new friends. I only meet Ralph for a couple of minutes, but he let a big impression on me. He was tall, extremely fit and he had a smile that could make any girl to fall in love. I wanted to be longer with my brother, so I didn’t see any wrong if I borrowed Ralph’s body for a couple of days.

I was already into dark magic, so I knew the steps to perform the soul transference spell. The best part was that, while I would keep my memories, Ralph would think that he was always me. The only problem was that I was dealing with high level sorcery. I was very inexperienced and I end up screwing everything. I felt very guilty when I wake up inside my brother’s body. I felt even worst when I realized that I performed the permanent version of this magic trick. Believe when I tell you that this was an accident. Now, there is nothing else to do but to adapt to my new reality. The good thing is that I always envied my brother, so I can see myself enjoying a lot being him.

[malebodyswap45]

Imperfect

(New Year, New You Special 18/52)

Richie, or Aiden as he goes now, was extremely tired. Still, he was not satisfied with the results that he had achieved. At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke when the only thing that he inherited from his uncle was a talisman. Of course, He didn’t believe when he read that the talisman could let him swap anything from another person. Gladly, he tested it and quickly realized how lucky he was. The first thing that he stole was the muscle of some of the jocks at his school. However, he quickly realize that looks weren’t enough.

Now look at him. He stole the arms of the school coach, the abs of his neighbor, the hair of his teacher and the dick of a random guy that he encounter at the gym. He stole the age of his older brother, the confidence of his uncle, the name of the school quarterback and the life of a fitness model. He even switch some of his memories. Now it’s difficult to find what remains of the original Richie. He changed every aspect of himself in order to become the ideal man, still the boy seemed displeased with his creation. In his mind he was still imperfect. The boy, now a man, try to relax at his new home. However, he could only think all the changes that he can still do in order to achieve true perfection

[hot-hairy-and-sexy]

[max-the-many]

Those boys contacted me a while ago. Now I finally came to it. When they put the strain of hair into the elixier they didn't want to tell me whom it was from.

I really didn't expect him to turn into his own father. But man, was he a beast!...

[size11heaven]

[nikehypnojock]

What’s wrong, bro? Something caught your eye? Maybe you should just stare for a minute…stare and listen, and think about how you belong underneath them. Good bro.

[bootsonduty]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Oh, hey!" the worker calls, shuffling over with recognition in his voice, "It's you..."

I don't immediately react.

At 5:00am, there shouldn't be anyone calling except for bar buddies confirming I made it home. Still, something about this grunt's face does seem familiar, but surely I would recall a friend as assertive as him, especially when he's abandoning three other similarly hi-vis clad workmates. He doesn't seem bothered at all to walk away from his job. Only eager to see me.

"...sir," he grins with a nod, fishing a billfold out of his pocket, "I've got $58 in my wallet. All the money on me is yours, sir. Is now a good time for me to suck your dick?" He wipes the drool off of his chin with the back of his hand.

So that's how we know each other!

I must've hypnotized him...

Before he can drop to his knees in the middle of the street, I slap his back and guide the dopey hunk away from his coworkers, forcing a laugh like we actually are old friends.

"Keep it down," I hush in panic, "You want the rest of your crew to hear?"

"Sir, I don't care if the guys hear," he assures me with pride, "I'm your cocksucking ATM, sir."

I park him on the other side of the street, away from the other workmen, and take a moment to study the complacent face staring back at me. He looks handsome, masculine, though a bit dumb. That could just be the result of my trance. Still, I don't recall a session where I turned this bluecollar hunk into my very own cocksucking ATM!

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bitch-Dad McLaborTits," he says.

I roll my eyes, more at myself than at him. I had obviously hypnotized him to believe that was his name while he was under.

"Your real name..." I exhale, "The name your colleagues over their call you." I gesture over at the men he'd walked away from. They seem to have gone back to collecting garbage for the moment, hopefully none the wiser.

"Oh...well, they call me Brian, sir," he says with a furrowed brow, unable to make sense of it.

"Okay, Brian, when did you realize you were my...um...cocksucking ATM?"

"Only just now, sir," he explains, pointing back across the street, "When I saw your face, I realized a lot of things. You are a real man, a god even. I am just something that can serve you, in my own way, sir," his hand extends the wad of cash out to me again, "Nothing else matters before I saw you..."

"Shit man, I really did a number on you."

"What, sir?"

"Nothing," I shake my head and snatch his $58 dollars, shoving it into my pocket, "But we've met before. Think, Brian. When did we meet?"

Brian, or Bitch-Dad, scowls as he thinks, which is probably difficult in this state. I'd help him, but for the life of me, I don't remember doing all this to this poor man's mind. Could I have really been so careless with my abilities?

"I remember," he lights up, "It was about a year ago, sir. Maybe more than that. And it was around this time of night too because me and the guys were just starting a shift..."

"Go on..."

"Yes, sir," he averts his eyes nervously, "Well, I believe you were stumbling down the street with a bottle in your hand. I went to go check on you and then..."

"Wait," I jump in, "Are you about to say I hypnotized you while I was blackout drunk?!"

"Yes, sir. That's what you did." He smiles.

I slap my forehead, already feeling a hangover. Last year, I was going through a dark time and had a bit of a drinking problem. I thought I'd left that chapter behind me, but the past is standing right in front of me in an identical scenario. At least tonight I'm not blackout...

"Ok," I groan, "So I hypnotized you while I myself was barely conscious, and left a trigger for you to become my ATM sex-toy the next time you saw me. Is that it?"

"Well, no sir," he admits, smiling "You pissed yourself, so you had me leave work and carry you back to your place, so I could bathe you and do your laundry for you."

"Fuck," I sigh, cringing at myself, "So I had you clean me up and then released you?"

"No, sir," he goes on, "You fucked me in the ass. You named me Bitch-Dad McLaborTits because those were your favorite things about me, and then you threw up on my head while I had your dick in my mouth. Then you passed out after telling me to leave and forget it ever happened. So that's what I did, sir. At least, until you made me remember..."

Fuck, I truly am the worst.

"So, then what?"

"Well, I'm not sure," he scratches his chin, "I walked outside and forgot all about you. Just went back to being Brian, sir. And Brian was really confused why he wasn't at work with dried throw-up all over his head..."

I shudder at the thought of what Brian went through because of me that day...

"Alright, Bitch-Dad. I'm going to wake you out of this trance," I move on, "But first let's find a restroom or something for you to blow me..."

"Yes, sir!"

And just like that, this burly garbage collector is eagerly guiding me down the street with a thick arm around my back. Unfortunately, I can see why drunk-me went for this guy. He's got a sort of boyish charm that goes well with being a sleeper sex/money slave.

Hopefully his crew doesn't get too pissed off that he quit hauling garbage cans with them for the last 20 minutes.

Hopefully Brian's not too confused when he wakes up with a sore jaw and no memory.

Hopefully his family doesn't need that $58 dollars in cash.

Hopefully I can practice some restraint next night out.

[immortalmrwavell]

Opposite Day - Harvey

Read The Prologue here! Read Sam’s Story here!

“Dude. Can you please stop doing that.” Ethan pleaded with his younger brother.

Harvey glanced over at Ethan. “Huh? Stop doin what bro?” He asked obliviously with one hand stuffed down the front of his sweatpants.

Ethan’s face went red with embarrassment. “Stop scratching your nuts like a dumbass!” He hissed in a whispered tone as he spun his head around to make sure nobody had seen or heard.

Harvey’s gaze dropped to his groin where he stared at his crotch for a moment while chuckling like an idiot. “Oh sorry brah. Just feels natural y’know? Didn’t even realise I was doin it.” He slowly retracted his hand

“No, I don't know. You can’t just stick your hand down your pants in public. It's not-HEY DON’T—!” Unfortunately Ethan wasn’t quick enough to stop his brother from lifting the same hand he’d just used to scratch his balls up towards his nose.

Harvey took one big sniff before recoiling slightly with a big stupid grin. “Fuuuck bro, that is ripe. I bet some guys would kill to sniff my balls right now.” He said while biting his lip at the thought.

Ethan sighed. “Please. Just shut the fuck us and get dressed.”

Harvey shrugged, completely unfazed. “A’ight, whatever.”

Ethan watched as his younger brother turned and grabbed a shirt from his locker and began pulling it over his head. He couldn’t believe that this was how Harvey had always seen him. As a complete idiot of a jock with no manners.

Until today, Harvey had always been a bit of a geeky nerd. He loved computer games and had quite the knack for coding to the point where he was even practicing to code his own games. He was so passionate about it in fact that he dedicated most of his time to his more geeky hobbies. As such he fell into the same stereotype as most nerds were he was a skinny twig of a man who spent most of his time in front of a screen.

Quite the contrast to his older brother Ethan who’d been working out casually for his consistently adult life. During the day he worked a simple retail job where he’d managed to move up the chain a little over the years but as soon as he clocked out, he was in the gym pumping iron. He definitely looked the part of a dumb jock but he wasn’t as stupid as some people might’ve assumed at a glance. He was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. He’d hoped his younger brother of all people would understand that but this year's Opposite Day seemed to suggest otherwise.

It was 2025. Opposite Day had long since become a normal part of human society and many people like Ethan and Harvey had grown up learning about it, knowing that someday that magic would change them too. Naturally, being four years older, Ethan got to experience it first. It was the Opposite Day of 2021 where he’d gone from being strong and muscular to huge and fat for the day. With how strict he was on his diet, the idea of just letting himself indulge and eat like a fatass for a day with no strings attached had certainly appealed to him. He enjoyed all the chub for the short time he had it and even his girlfriend thought his big belly and butt were cute. As such he’d done it a couple more times over the years since then but never consecutively as he didn’t want to lose the hunky body he’d built. As a result he only fattened up every other year.

This year however, it’d finally been Harvey’s turn. He’d just turned 26 years old and was more than eager to experience his first transformation. He’d been disappointed last year when it didn’t happen so this time around he was more eager than ever. So much so that Ethan had asked him what kind of transformation he was willing for himself. Harvey had been a little sheepish about it but eventually admitted that he wanted to be more just like Ethan. Saying how he’d always admired his older brother’s drive and confidence and that in a lot of ways he wanted to be just like him. At the time Ethan had taken it as a compliment that, despite how annoyingly smart he was, his little brother still looked up to him in a way.

And so July 1st rolled around and just as Harvey had hoped, this was his year. When all the other men and women around the world started to transform, Harvey began changing right along with them. Ethan was in the room with him when it happened and given their conversation he wasn’t at all surprised by what he saw.

As Ethan focused on getting fat again for what would now be the third time since 2021, he kept an eye on Harvey’s transformation. Watching as his younger brother began to pump bigger and bigger with newfound muscle mass. Shoulders bulging and squaring as his back widened rapidly. Veins popping along his arms as his biceps and triceps ballooned alongside his forearms, causing the sleeves of his shirt to rip just as a huge tear ran down the back. Even the baggy pants he was wearing looked as though they were painted on by the time his chicken legs finished bloating into meaty pillars of muscle. By the time he they were both done transforming, Harvey looked like the spitting image of Ethan’s usual self.

“Holy fuuuuuck bro! Look at me! I’m juiced!” Harvey guffawed in a way that sounded exceptionally dumb for someone as smart as him. All the while flexing his new biceps without a care in the world.

Ethan was a little taken aback by his little brother’s sudden change in attitude. “Uhhh yeah dude. You look awesome.” He said with a half genuine smile before looking down at his own fattened up body and giving his huge stomach a shake. He’d already put on some extra large clothes beforehand for him to bloat into during the transformation, something Ethan hadn’t done likely for the pure thrill of getting to outgrow his regular clothes. “Hey man, you wanna borrow some of my clothes for the day? They should fit you now.” He offered

“Sure bro. That’d be awesome.” Harvey didn’t stop flexing even for a moment. First curling both his biceps again before squeezing his pecs shortly after, the likes of which he’d never had before. “Fuck… look at these puppies…” He’d mumbled to himself.

Ethan had tried not to pay too much attention to his younger brother’s overexcitment towards his new body for the day while going to fetch some clothes. While sifting through his wardrobe for something to give Harvey, Ethan couldn’t help but linger on the way Harvey had spoken. Never in his life had he heard Harvey use the word ‘bro’ or any other bro-ish terminology for that matter. Yet now it seemed to be slipping from his slips like it was natural. It had to have been whatever mental change Harvey had picked. It couldn’t have just been confidence right? That was what Harvey had told Ethan he wanted but this seemed like more than just confidence. There was an extra layer to it…

Ethan returned soon after, tossing Harvey some underwear, sweatpants and a tank top before turning away so his brother could get changed. Harvey soon began ripping off his old clothes and even though he wasn’t looking, Ethan could sense that his younger brother was taking a moment to admire his new hulking body in all its naked glory. Running his hands along every inch of his muscled up form before finally tugging on the borrowed underwear.

“I’m thinking of hitting up the gym in a bit. Wanna come with me brah?” Harvey asked as he sunk each leg inside the sweat pants before pulling them up to a surprisingly comfortable fit. “I know you turned yourself into a lard ass so you can spend the day being lazy, which is totally cool by the way, but it’d be sick if you came with. You don’t have to do anything. Just watch me lift and spot me or whatever.” He removed his glasses briefly to pull the tank top over his head before perching them back on his nose where they belonged.

“I guess so… we’ve got to go soon though. I’m meeting Ashley in a few hours.” Ethan agreed, though still weirded out by his brother's strange shift in tone.

Harvey whistled. “Oh right! Sorry bro. I forgot how much your girl likes it when you turn yourself into a fat ass. I’ll try not to hold you up.” He teased.

Ethan spun around and glared at his now stud of a younger brother. “Alright that’s it. What’s up with you?” He asked seriously but it didn’t stop Harvey from smirking like an idiot. “What kind of mental change did you wish for that’s making you act like an obnoxious idiot? I thought you just wanted to be more confident?”

“Bro. I didn't say I wanted to be confident. I said I wanted to be like you.” Harvey tossed his arms up into another strong bicep pose. “A hot stupid jock.” He grinned.

Ethan didn’t know what to say at first. He simply stood in disbelief as Harvey continued to flex and show off. Clearly enjoying his new body and persona way too much. But eventually he found the words to speak. “Is that… how you see me? As some dumb jock bro stereotype?” He couldn’t help feeling a little offended. He might not have been as intelligent as Harvey but he certainly wasn’t a dumbass like some other dudes he saw at the gym.

“Yuuuuup.” Harvey admitted without a second thought. “You’re my big dumb jock bro, bro. And now I’m juuuust like you.” It was becoming clearer by the second that he’d made himself dumb as bricks. Clearly the type of idiot that doesn’t think before speaking and just says whatever the fuck he wants. “Except I’m still into dudes cuz dudes are fuckin hot.”

Ethan didn’t even respond to that. How could he? What was there to say? He thought he and his brother had a good understanding of one another. Despite being so different, they always got on well. So to see Harvey turn himself into this idiotic exaggeration of the kind of guy he thought Ethan was… it was a bit hurtful. It really shone a light on what Harvey really thought of his older brother underneath it all, intentional or not.

Despite how awkward Ethan felt about the whole situation, he still ended up going to the gym with Harvey. During the drive, Harvey was overly enthusiastic to get a pump on. Still blurting out all kinds of dumb jock slang that sounded incredibly foreign coming out of his mouth. Even though his voice was the same, it was strange how even just the way he spoke sounded dumber. The way words rolled off Harvey’s tongue now seemed to carry an air of stupidity. And it didn't help that Harvey just would not shut up for the entire ride, going on and on about how hot and swole he was. How he’d have so many guys slobbering over his cock now. Not exactly the kind of stuff an older brother wants to hear. So much so that when they pulled into the gym parking lot, Ethan made Harvey promise to cut it out with sex talk.

That only lasted until about ten minutes into Harvey’s workout.

“God damn! Check out the cheeks on that dude bro…” Harvey had blurred out after a set of lateral raises. His gaze was firmly planted on another man across the gym wearing a tiny pair of tight shorts that did little to hide how thick his ass was. “Might as well be asking to get fucked wearing shorts like that.”

Ethan just barely held himself back from smacking his younger brother upside the head. “Jesus fucking Christ man. Shut the fuck up.” He growled in a hushed tone. “You’re gonna get us kicked out saying shit like that.”

Harvey shrugged. “What? He clearly wants someone to tap that.” He said plainly as the fog clouding his brain stopped him from realising just how inappropriate everything he was saying was. “I fuckin would… dude is caked up. Fuck I wonder if it’s hairy too.”

Ethan’s eyes bulged at that. This was already far more information than he ever needed to know about his younger brother’s preferences in men.

“Harvey.” Ethan said slowly.

“Yeah bro?” Harvey replied, looking at his brother with eyes that barely had a single thought behind them.

“Get the fuck on with your workout.”

The rest of the workout lasted another hour before Ethan was able to convince Harvey to call it a day. Ethan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief after having spent half the session collaring his dumbass brother for not having a filter. Not to mention the endless bro talk was already starting to drive him crazy. He felt like he was losing brain cells just listening to Harvey talk like a complete douchebag. At least he wouldn’t have to listen to it for much longer.

They’d headed into the locker room where Ethan had only just managed to stop Harvey from trying to flirt with beefy daddy on the way to their locker. Ethan told Harvey to hurry and get changed into the fresh clothes they’d brought so they could get out of here. Of course Ethan still loved his brother but right now he wanted nothing more than to get away from him. Mainly so he didn’t have to look at this twisted caricature that his younger brother viewed him as.

Little did he know the fun wasn’t over yet because that was when the nut scratching incident happened. Ethan had turned away initially while his brother was getting changed but had turned back around when he stopped hearing the rustling of clothes. He was appalled to see Harvey gazing off into the distance with a hand stuffed down his sweatpants, scratching his balls like an idiot while other dudes were still coming in and out of the locker room! Just when he thought Harvey couldn’t act anymore like a dumb ape of a man…

They exited the gym shortly after Ethan had to endure the disgust of watching his brother sniff his fingers after scratching. Harvey was walking with the dumb swagger of a dude that thinks he owns the world while Ethan was almost too embarrassed to look at him.

Ethan drove them back home to drop Harvey off so he could finally head over to his girlfriend’s place. He watched Harvey jump out of the car and saunter off back inside the house where he planned to do god knows what. During the car ride he’d been rambling on about getting his dick wet with some ass from Grindr but Ethan had tuned out by that point.

“Jesus…” Ethan mumbled to himself as he pulled out of the driveway again. He still couldn’t believe it. That after all these years and how close Ethan thought they were as brothers, Harvey only viewed him as this muscled up gym bro with dick for brains. A big part of him wanted to believe that Harvey had only said that as some kind of stupid joke and his mental change had just been to dumb himself down and nothing more. Either way, Harvey was gonna have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow when everything goes back to normal. Ethan just hoped this wouldn’t become a repetitive or, god forbid, a permanent change in a few years time.

[misctf]

Alright. I’ve seen a lot of requests about turning cocky guys into twinks — totally fair. But I’d like to ask for the opposite, or almost that.

My favorite stories of yours are the ones where some poor guy is in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up becoming a cocky bastard (Gridirion Brew, Make Sense, Gone Fishing).

So how about a story about a needy twink looking for a cocky, dominant top… and a poor, recently engaged guy — studious, respectfull, devoted to his beautiful fiancée, — who crosses paths with the wrong person at the wrong time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” Adam slowly shut the door to his best man's room. “Drink some water before you pass out this time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” somebody groaned from inside. “You’re about to be someone’s husband and still sound like my mom.”

Adam shook his head, smiling as he headed toward the elevators. His bachelor party had turned into exactly what he expected: too much drinking, too much yelling, and the people he loved most acting like complete idiots together... He’d loved every second of it.

“Wouldn’t trade those idiots for anything,” Adam muttered as he stepped into the elevator, scrolling through reels Claire had sent him.

The doors had barely started closing before hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

“Wait! Hold it!”

“Got you.” Adam stuck his arm out automatically.

“Oh, thank god,” the stranger breathed, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw Adam. “You seriously just saved my evening. I was starting to think I’d have to go upstairs alone.”

Adam laughed awkwardly, “I think you might’ve misunderstood something, I’m not looking for…”

“Shhhhh.” The guy stepped closer. “That’s okay. You’re gonna make me feel really fucking good tonight, stud.”

Adam blinked. “What?”

“Name's Nico,” he said lazily. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

Before Adam could answer, Nico leaned forward and kissed him. Adam's hands came up to shove him away, but he froze.

“I… sorry, I think you got the wrong...”

Then Adam looked at him again, words catching in his throat. His eyes dropped to Nico’s ass in those tight black jeans.

"You like?"

“Oh...” Adam swallowed hard. “No, I... I shouldn’t…” His thoughts raced. “I’m not into guys. I’m getting married…”

“Mhm.” Nico stepped closer again. “Go ahead, baby.”

“Oh fuck…” Adam panted suddenly as his hand grabbed a fistful of Nico’s ass.

Nico smiled instantly. “There you go.”

Nico's hands slipped beneath Adam’s shirt, cool palms dragging over his stomach and chest before squeezing a growing pec. Adam’s breath caught instantly, the kiss turning rougher before he even realized it.

“Mmm… fuck,” Nico sighed against his mouth.

Adam groaned, fingers kneading the firm curve of Nico’s ass, while rough stubble grew along his jaw with every slow squeeze.

“You’re really into this now.”

“No… Nico, I can’t…” Adam broke away, face flushed, hands still on Nico's ass. “Jesus Christ… I’m getting married…”

“Shhhh.” Nico smirked, sliding his hands up Adam's shirt and through the hair spreading across his chest, “Oh my god,” Nico breathed. “You feel so fucking good already.”

“Fuck…” Adam gripped his ass harder as nails scratched down his back. “I need dis…” The words hit his ears wrong. “No… what de hell...?”

"Follow me, big guy."

And he did. The second the elevator doors opened, Adam followed. Right to Nico's room. The guilt twisted hard through his stomach.

“Claire...” Adam shuddered. “Can never know... about dis… fuck… she can’t…”

"Oh she never will." Nico giggled and pulled Adam into his hotel room.

Clothes were quickly discarded and Adam groaned as Nico's smooth bare skin pressed against his increasingly bulkier, hairier, and sweatier form.

“Fuck…” Nico’s hands slid over the thickening muscle in Adam’s arms, “I needed a man like you tonight.” He buried his face against Adam’s increasingly hairier pit and inhaled. “Mmm… you smell incredible.”

With a grunt, he shoved Nico against a wall, hand wrapping around his bare ass. Warm skin flexed beneath his palm, impossibly soft without the denim in the way... smooth, firm, and perfect in a way Adam had never thought about another man's ass before.

“Oh fuck…” Adam groaned shakily against Nico’s throat. “Ya Allah… you're drivin' me crazy…”

Nico smiled lazily while grinding up against him. “Mmm. Been thinking about you fucking me since the elevator…”

The words hit Adam hard and Claire’s face flashed through his mind again... Unaware her fiancé was naked in a hotel room with another man. The guilt swelled, but Adam still shoved Nico onto the mattress.

“Yeah…” Adam breathed heavily. “You... like dis? You want dis?" Adam climbed over him, their eyes locking as dark brown rings spread slowly through Adam’s blue irises.

“Fuck…” Nico's hands slid across Adam’s sweaty, hairier pecs, “That’s it… come here, big guy…”

Nico shifted and rolled onto his front, raising his bare ass against Adam's throbbing cock. Adam’s breathing turned ragged, stomach twisting hard. He wasn't this kind of man... He was Claire's dependable fiancé. Her best friend. Her future husband... Not the man currently grinding his cheating cock against another man’s ass.

“Fuck…” Adam tightened his grip on Nico’s hips. “Dis isn’t me… 'uqsim, hadha lays 'ana." Adam froze... that language... he didn't...

"Huh? Wh... fuck... Wh-what did you say?" Nico smirked and looked over his shoulder, "Oh fuck..."

Adam felt it before he saw it. His cock throbbed and grew to a size beyond anything Adam ever possessed. His cock head emerging from a sheath of foreskin he knew shouldn't be there.

"Dere is no way..." He whispered, "It's so..." He moaned as he grew another inch, cock now pressing against Nico's tight entrance.

"Please... I need it." Nico begged, "It's all I need tonight."

Adam gasped suddenly as his pecs filled with muscle. And as they did, his new chest hairs suddenly curled longer and darkened toward black against his heavier muscle.

“Fuck…” Claire used to fall asleep with her head against his lean chest. But these heavier pecs were damp with sweat and dark curling hair now, nothing like the body she loved. “Ya Allah… look at dis… it just keeps gettin’ thicker…”

“Mmm…” Nico moaned, glancing back at him.

“Oh fuck… what’s dat smell?” Adam grimaced.

“That's… you big guy."

“Mustaheel…” Adam muttered, lifting an arm and grimacing at the thick musk clinging to his sweat-soaked, matted pit hair, “Y-you like dis…?”

"Fuck… yeah. Smell like a real man… mmm, so fucking hot…" Nico whimpered.

Adam shuddered hard at the words. Claire used to steal his hoodies because they smelled clean and comforting. She would’ve recoiled from this heavy masculine musk pouring off him now.

"You're perfect..." Nico groaned, pressing his ass against Adam's erection, "Just... fuck me already."

“Wallah…” Adam nearly obliged, but Claire’s smile flashed suddenly through his mind, "What de fuck is wrong wit me?”

He dragged a shaking hand through his hair, catching on something unfamiliar along his cheek. He touched his jaw again instinctively and recoiled. Stubble. Thick, perfect stubble. He'd always joke about never being able to grow a real beard. Claire always told him she loved his clean-shaven look.

"How de fuck....?" He watched as dark hair thickened across swelling forearms and olive blotches crept slowly over pale skin, "Wallah?"

The mirror caught him briefly and he froze. Damp blond hair darkened toward black while brown swallowed the blue in his eyes. Those eyes Claire adored. The hair she loved threading through her fingers.

"I... I want you inside me..." Nico moaned, "J-just..."

Adam looked down and back to the mirror. The man staring back at him still carried traces of Adam in places, but not enough. Not enough for his friends or best man to recognize him. Barely enough for Claire. Even his own mother would hesitate… And panic rose in his chest. He just wanted to go back downstairs, back to his friends, back to the man Claire loved, back to being Adam again. Because right now, Adam didn’t feel like Adam anymore.

He grunted suddenly before he could even process that thought. His cock leaked as a low groan vibrated deep through his chest before he could stop it.

“Ya Allah…” His rough hands spread Nico’s ass cheeks. “You’re gonna take all dis for me, yeah?” The words hadn’t felt chosen. Neither had the smug grin slowly pulling across his face while his heavier body settled more naturally over Nico.

“Mmm… there you are...” Nico whispered softly, sounding relieved.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he buried his cock deep into Nico's ass. The twink let out a choked cry, back arching sharply as he was impaled.

Thrust.

Dense muscle any gym bro would be proud of settled over him in all the right places. Stronger hands pinned Nico down instinctively while his pace roughened.

“Fuck… ya Allah…” He stared down at himself breathlessly. “Bro… look at dese… fuck… Havin’ a body like dis feels so fuckin' good…”

“Mmm… trust me...” Nico whimpered. “Feels even better underneath you.”

Thrust.

Warm olive swallowed the last pale traces across his skin while heavy musk and cheap cologne clung permanently to his body.

“Mmm… such a slut... for my scent.” He grunted.

“Fuck…” Nico whimpered. “I wanna bury my face in your pits so bad…”

Thrust.

The last traces of his old facial features disappeared forever behind the thick beard, dark brown eyes, and a permanent cocky grin devoid of his usual warmth.

“Mmm… dat’s right,” He smirked when Nico stared up at him breathlessly. “Keep lookin’ at me like dat while I fuck you…”

Thrust.

“Wh-what’s your name, big guy…?”

“Kareem,” he answered immediately.

“Mhmm… that name...is... always popular…”

“Den scream it for me."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Kareem slapped Nico's jiggling ass, “Mmm… dat’s right, habibi… take it,” he groaned smugly, "Fuck... Dis hole was... made for my... fat Arab cock... wasn't it?"

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

Kareem grunted, pace quickening. The engagement ring felt uncomfortable around his swollen finger, so he instinctively pulled it off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

“Mmm… fuckin' slut…” Kareem groaned, "Ya Allah… look at dis… all dis fuckin’ muscle… you fuckin' love it.” He slowed down, "You want me to finish?" He teased, "Want Kareem to fill you?"

"Pl-please..." Nico moaned into the mattress, "Kareem... oh fuck!"

"Ya Allah… you needed dis dick so bad.” Hands squeezing Nico’s hip harder. “Slut gets one real Arab guy smellin’ like dis on top of him and forgets his own name…”

"Kareem!" Nico moaned, "Kar... Kareem... oh fuck... please..."

Kareem buried himself deep inside Nico's ass, followed by a guttural roar as his cock erupted, flooding Nico's insides with thick, hot seed. 

"Take it all, bitch... fuckin' take it!" he growled, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

As the last pulses subsided, Kareem collapsed forward, his sweaty chest pressing against Nico. His softening cock still inside Nico. And Kareem's eyes closed.

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He woke slowly beneath tangled sheets, groaning as dense muscle shifted across his chest and arms. He scratched at the dark hair on his chest, his nose twitching at the scent of sweat, cologne... of him. For a few moments, he stared at his body, processing the sight.

“Ya Allah…” Kareem smirked to himself, “Dat twink ain’t ever recoverin’ from me…”

“Oh, you’re awake.” Nico glanced up from his phone. “Yeah... you're one of my best works yet...”

“What da fuck does dat mean?”

“Nothing.” Nico shrugged casually. “Anyway, you should leave... like now.” The words landed and the larger man froze.

Kareem blinked, sitting up slowly. “W-wait…” Uncertainty cracked faintly through the swagger for the first time. “Where do I go? What should I...?”

“Always the same questions.” Nico smirked, unable to recall the number of times he'd heard them, “I dunno. There’s a gym down the street? Download Grindr? Yeah... You’re hot. Someone’ll take you in.”

“Dat’s it?”

“I don’t really care.”

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Kareem stared in the mirror of a public restroom, wresting with the sense that he was supposed to be somewhere else doing something important. But without a phone, wallet, or anything else, he was lost.

But then he caught him. Some twink washing his hands, staring at him. And Kareem knew that look. The lust... A cocky grin spread across Kareem’s face.

“Mmm… you keep lookin’ at me like dat, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’.”

The guy flushed immediately. “S-sorry, I just…”

Kareem smiled lazily. Cute. Nervous. Kareem would have him wrapped around his finger easily.

“Mmm… yeah. You’ll do just fine for now, habibi. You got a place nearby or what?”

[workies-world]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"That's right J-Dawg... The absolute coolest thing you could do right now is...shovel cow shit... How's that sound?"

The jock stares back dumbly as it sinks in.

"That sounds...cool...I guess..." a low drawl replaces his normally smug cadence.

"You always had a knack for what's cool, Jay, and I'm not taking that away from you..." I sneer from behind a pocket watch, "...I'm just reworking it. So go on. Wake up and tell me how you're still the coolest guy ever."

"Okay..." he drones flatly. Then his jaw twitches. His shoulders shudder, shaking off just enough mental fog to become a fully conscious and self-aware human once again...

...

Julius, or J-Dawg as he was once dubbed in third grade, rips his gaze away from the pendulum, shifting in his skin as he returns to reality. Seeing the old barn around him, the shovel gripped in his hand, the boots encasing his feet, he seems lost until he finds me.

"Sup, dude," a winning grin appears, "It's been awhile..." He relaxes into his typical self.

"Ahem," I clear my throat impatiently, and give him a look that can only mean, 'seriously?'

He freezes just before he could try and dap me up, tense again, looking past me like a huge realization is breaking in his mind, jolting himself with panicked embarrassment.

"Oh, shit," he flushes, ripping a hand back and mumbling a quiet, "Forget I did that."

I hide my amusement.

He straightens up and looks my way, "Sir."

I nod to show my approval, trying not to smile.

He smirks in relief, "I'm off to a lame start, sir," the lax confidence has returned to his body, comfortable knowing he's not making a fool of himself anymore.

"Just a bit."

He rolls his eyes, but maintains his cocky swagger, "Sir, I won't forget it again. Titles are cool. Showing respect is so awesome." The second part he says with a smile and a dip in his head, like bowing to me is something to show off. "Just so you know, sir, I hate it when guys don't show men respect," he ensures me.

"A disrespectful boy is no better than a Cow!"

"MOOOOooo!" At first, he's shocked by his own instinctual outburst. But once I laugh at his bellow, he chuckles right along with me like he's just delivered the best punchline.

"Wow, Jay," I laugh, "You do a great Cow impression!"

"MOOOOOOOO..." he blurts, more confident and loud than before, "...OOOooooo...yeah, sir! Guess it's easy to imitate, working around them all day," he laughs, unaware his great joke is just a stupid trigger I left in his head.

"Alright, now shut up," I sneer.

"Yes, sir," he says with a nonchalant smirk. In that brain of his, shutting up and following my orders is the coolest thing he could do.

"Answer the question. Why would I, or anyone for that matter, want to hang out with you?"

Julius does a good job of hiding his anxiety. I'm questioning his likeability, his coolness, the skill he's developed for so many years.

"Uh...I'll always call you "Sir" for one thing," he starts, "And...I've got a pretty dope lifestyle."

"You do?"

"Hell yeah, sir," he says it like it's obvious, "I work for you."

"You just started today though," I act like I'm unimpressed.

"Sure, but I'm committed!" he grunts, "Imma be a fucking great farmhand for you, sir! I mean just check this place out!" He gestures to the cattle, to my ran-down barn, to my dad's old work-wear I had him put on while he was under. "Look at these boots, these tools. I get to shovel manure all day, and do whatever else you need around here. What's cooler than that?" ...and he means it.

"You won't miss being a firefighter?"

"Hell no, sir," he says with a grimace, "That crappy job's for losers."

"And your relationships?"

He scoffs, like it's weird to even ask him about this subject, "I mean, family sucks and women are a drag, sir. A bunch of pussies, not sure what you want me to say about them..."

I'm glad he feels that way now. It took a while to erase his loyalty to friends and family. It took even longer to redirect his obsession with impressing pretty girls.

"What about your relationship to men?"

"Men are dope, sir," he lights up, "Yeah, I mean, I'd much rather hang out with men than a bunch of girls. Talking, laughing. It's cool to be around men, you know, help them out, get their drinks, serving them and whatever. That's the shit right there!"

Exactly as I programmed...

"And dicks?"

He chuckles and looks at me like I'm finally speaking his language, "Well, I mean, they're what makes men, men, so dicks are dope too, sir. The same thing goes. Cool to be around them, when they're out at least...serving them and the men they're attached to."

"You wanna serve mine?"

"Hell yeah, sir!" he barks, loud, with his chest thrown out, "However you want to use me!"

I laugh at his bravado, "Why don't you pull your pants down and bend over that wheelbarrow. Think you can moo the entire time I'm in you? It'd be just so darn cool to feel like I'm really fuckin' a big dumb animal..."

"Bet," he snickers as he drops the shovel in the mud, "I can be a dumb fuckin' cow." He slides his sweats down to his ankles and then flexes his arms, bragging, "I shovel their shit all day for a guy like you. I can act just like one!"

He bends over the dirty hay, already doing his best to get into character.

"You're so cool," I whisper...

[jockboyaj]

Jake wasn’t sure why he agreed to attend his friend’s art opening. He usually hated having to talk to the type of people who attend those events. Lucky for Jake, he wouldn’t need to talk to anyone because he is actually part of the exhibit as a hypnotized frozen statue.

[reformhim]

Caption this in the comments 😉

*A special word of thanks to @checkinitout76 for the artwork

[hypnos100x]

Deeply hypnotized, such a good boy. So mindless, obedient. Completely relaxed. Deeper and deeper you go.