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A masterclass in natural top and bottom behavior. The bottom is accepting of its role as penetrated object, positioning itself to ensure both holes are available and letting the top do as he pleases. The top is aggressive, selfish and borderline abusive, unconcerned with the bottom's pleasure, oblivious to its gagging, seeing it only as a fuckdoll with two ends. Both are solely interested in the top.
Oh, and these two roles are not equal. That should be pretty fucking obvious.
another soldier must be trained in obedience
Confidence.EXE
Jesse is beyond jealous of the new gay hunk being brought into his circle, Ethan. After blowing up at him midgame, it turns out Ethan may have just the program to help Jesse overcome his jealous streak.
Bog-standard hairy himbofication! Hope you enjoy Jesse stumbling towards a life simpler than he wished to be more like the man he can't stand! -Occam
It wasn't that Jesse disliked Ethan, though if it were that simple perhaps it would be less of a problem. For a few months now his friends had been including Ethan in more and more of their plans. At first Ethan was just hopping online to fill in if they needed an extra guy to game with, but as he became a more constant presence Jesse found his jealousy slowly rising.
Purely a him-problem, of course. It was just something he’d need to get over. He should be glad that there’s another gay guy in their little group. It’s not like he was being replaced, it was just another friend. Despite how many times he told himself this, it did little to soothe the discontentment running rampant in his heart.
Every time Ethan spoke over him accidentally there was another mark against him. Deep rooted anxieties he thought he put to bed reawaken and sear his ego. Seething quietly to himself as the new man beats him to the punch on a joke, it’s a wonder his jaw doesn’t get more defined with how often he clenches it.
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Xavier walked into his hotel room after a day of meetings and expected to relax. Chloroformed from behind was not what he was expecting. Nor was being tied gagged and groped against his will. After being molested for hours, the intruders chloroformed him again, untied him and dropped him in the bed. He missed his 8 am meeting was late for his 9.
Yours is Mine, Son
It was hard to stuff his large cock and balls into his son’s cup, but thanks to the pliability of the male junk, Darren managed. He instantly felt his penis and balls change form and become smaller. His son wasn’t hung like he was, but that was part of the appeal.
Having transformed his manhood into his 18 year old son’s boyhood, Darren went to check on his son Ace. Ace was sleeping through the hot summer night without a blanket or sheet to cover his body. His bulge in his boy briefs was now much bigger than usual. The transference had worked.
Checking out his Ace’s sleeping body was turning Darren on. His new young smooth penis was fully erect in his cotton jockstrap. He couldn’t wait any longer and he headed back to his master bedroom. At his standing mirror, he took off his jockstrap and admired his new boyhood. He couldn’t believe that he had actually had the balls to steal his son’s parts. They were so sensitive, and just knowing that they belonged on Ace’s body turned Darren on. He furiously masturbated towards the mirror until he spewed Ace’s load on it. Then he licked up his son’s load and went to bed.
In the morning Darren awoke to a horrified scream coming from Ace’s room. It must have been quite a shock for the boy to wake up with large 45 year old man parts. Instead of going to investigate, Darren masturbated again to the symphony of his son’s confusion. He could always give Ace his junk back later. For now, it was all his..
Boyfriend to Bad Dad
“You turned me into a copy of your dad?” Travis complained to his wizard boyfriend, Chad.
“It’s the perfect cover for you to stay here for the weekend. Dad has a business trip but you can just pretend to be him and tell my brothers that the trip got canceled,” explained Chad who was grinning watching his boyfriend explore his dad’s body.
“Wait so if your brothers think I’m your dad will they have to obey me?” Travis asked, a mischievous expression emerging on his face now as well.
“Are you kidding? My dad is a hard ass. My brothers would listen to any of your commands. They’re conditioned that way,” explained Chad.
“But what if I make crazy rules like that they have to stay home tonight and cuddle me in their underwear?” Asked Travis.
“Then you’ll have two very obedient straight boy ‘sons’ as cuddle buddies tonight. But you better order them to cuddle me too!” Chad bargained.
“Of course. As my ‘son’ you have to obey all of the rules I set for you and your brothers,” said Travis with a domineering tone. He had Chad’s dad’s dick hard as a rock in his tighty whities.
“Boys!” Travis yelled, startling Chad. He continued his powerful yells, “Get your butts in here! We have some new ground rules to discuss!!”
Travis forced Chad’s brothers to spoon him on both sides while they all wore nothing but underwear. Chad’s older brother was the big spoon behind him. His large junk was right on Chad’s shapely ass. Chad’s younger brother was the little spoon in front of him. His pert butt was planted in Chad’s lap. Next, Travis put on a movie marathon of raunchy men’s movies, not porn but just sleazy straight boy movies that tend to have naked men and women in them.
Chad could feel his older brother get hard every time there was a raunchy scene. And whenever there was male nudity he felt his own boner exacerbate and press against his younger brother’s butt. Half way through the first movie Travis ordered that they switch which direction they were spooning. Now Chad’s little bro got his revenge stick his underwear boner to his ass and Chad’s poor older brother was at the mercy of Chad’s boner.
When the straight leaning brothers complained and asked why they have to do this, Travis told them that men aren’t connected to each other enough these days, and that they would never be successful men unless they were close to other men like their brothers and father.
Travis also made a rule for pee breaks. They were on the ‘buddy’ system, meaning they had to go with another man and let *him* be the one to handle their manhood as they peed. All under the pretense of male connection. He made sure the bathroom buddy was the one to hold their penis as they went by going with them into the bathroom as watching, or by being the buddy in the first place. By the end of the marathon they had each handled each other’s penises and had their boners pressed against each other’s asses in every combination, including their ‘dad’ imposter Travis.
Just when Chad’s brothers thought they were off the hook, Travis ordered them to stay and pleasure each other to completion. Chad’s brothers had thought they were straight before all of these weird commands that their ‘dad’ had given them today. Their boners twitched at the thought of finishing each other off and blowing their loads..
Switching Session
CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. All the stories features only adult characters. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.
Switching Session
Type of Love: Marriage
Agatha and Ryan had... Problems. They had gotten married just a few years ago and although the relationship was good, there was a very specific problem found in the depth and privacy of their room… In their mattress.
They had tried a thousand and one alternatives to improve the chemistry between them, courses, books, motivational talks, different positions, they had even gone to therapy and nothing had worked. There was always a huge problem when something didn’t... wake up for Ryan. Agatha loved him, but she was tired of feeling alone with the pillow every night; they needed to do something if both wanted to stay together.
— Are you sure about this? – Ryan murmured in a low tone. He had a good build, not very muscular but slim, good face, well-combed hair, shaking his leg while Agatha looked towards the office door with the pamphlet in her hand – Look, honey, I think this is something very... extreme and we can try it another way and-
— Ryan – she cut him off immediately, looking him in the eyes – I love you, and I’m truly grateful that you’re my husband. But no, we’ve already tried everything, and I don’t want this to be our marital life for the rest of our lives, so no.
She returned the gaze, the man just lowered his eyes while letting out a soft sigh. They had ended up in that elegant but fucking expensive office thanks to the recommendation of one of Agatha’s friends who said it had helped her a lot to improve the relationship with her husband after both were fighting like dogs and cats out of control, but the “retreat”, as she had called it, had helped them understand each other better and “put themselves in each other’s shoes”; the information that Ryan and Agatha had about the service was as subtle as just that, her friend hadn’t wanted to give more details so that “she herself would try it”.
There were several offices in that place, almost ten doors arranged evenly in those harmonic hallways, one of the doors opened, only a burly guy coming out who advanced with difficulty but had a strange smile on his lips, his gaze lowered towards his physique, excited and trying to contain his hands so as not to touch himself in front of the others while walking towards the elevator. The couple exchanged strange looks, in fact, now that they remembered, he had entered with someone else, where had it gone?
— Ryan and Agatha? – A male voice emerged from the open office, both stood up trying to ignore what they had just seen to enter the same, inside, there was a guy with a formal white shirt although slightly open, tight tailoring pants with an elegant cut and a soft smile, he approached both to extend his hand – Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Porter. Please sit down.
There was a naturalness and charisma in his presence, both were already seated when he approached to close the door, returning with them to take a seat on his part in the front armchair, the office was cozy, a couple of plants, comfortable armchairs, a large window behind and what seemed to be a beverage station on a table at the back, it had some carefully sealed glass bottles of different bright colors.
— And tell me, what brings you here? – he smiled warmly, crossing his legs to start noting in his notebook.
— Well, um... We have problems in... – Ryan was tripping over his own words, almost blushing with embarrassment.
— He doesn’t touch me.
Agatha used to be very direct and somewhat... dominant. Porter just raised an eyebrow examining both and noting a couple of scribbles in his notebook while nodding.
— I see, I see. And what have you done about it?
— Eh, we...
— We’ve tried everything – Ryan was cut off again in the middle of the sentence – I don’t know what else to do, I love this man, really. But I can’t pretend to be crazy and let that go unnoticed, he didn’t use to be like this, he was more... sporadic, more intense. I don’t know what’s happening with him, we saw psychologists, we saw doctors, courses, and nothing works.
— Then it’s lucky that you’ve come across us – Porter drew a smile on his face again to stand up. He went to the drinks table, taking three in total, one was simple water, the others had bluish tones like some blueberry soda, he placed them on the table and uncapped them, settling back into the seat – I assume that... They haven’t told you fully what the dynamic is that is handled here.
— Not really. We only heard that it allows knowing the other’s perspective from their shoes.
— Exactly. And they refer to... Very literally.
— I don’t understand, doctor.
— These glasses you see in front of you contain a special drink, it will allow possessing the other so that you can experience how the other sees and feels life.
Agatha couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh at what the psychologist was mentioning.
— What kind of joke is this?
— None, not at all. If you’ve stopped here, it’s because someone referred you, trust their words if you don’t believe mine, besides – He stretched a little back with a trustworthy smile – You said you’ve tried everything, don’t you think one more effort is worth it?
Agatha stayed looking at the glass with her lips tightly closed.
— Honey, I don’t think it’s... – But before a response, Agatha quickly approached the glass to sip it in one go, leaving it back on the table. The blueberry flavor filled her taste buds without feeling anything beyond just the sweet taste.
Porter stayed with that satisfied smile, although, something that characterized him was that he was quite careless. Besides being new, it was practically his first day, if he hadn’t fucked it up before, it was by pure luck.
— Well, Ryan. It’s your turn – He approached the table blindly, trying to take the water glass that he had left dangerously next to the bluish glass, taking it and taking a sip under the incredulous gaze of Ryan who didn’t know whether to warn him or not, Porter’s eyes widened savoring the sweetness of the drink, the glass slipped from between his fingers, falling and crashing against the floor.
The psychologist tried to stand up but at that moment, it was as if Agatha became a blue smoke that rose to throw itself hard against Porter’s mouth, the man shook violently, his hands twisted, still trying to head towards the door, but he only managed to gasp, falling to his knees in violent spasms, his eyes twisting to white, his extremities seemed to be controlled by someone else, shaking until falling with his hands in front, Ryan was frozen, watching the scene from the sofa, he was in shock.
Porter continued shaking, his back marked in the white shirt, trying to regurgitate without success, his hands clung to the ground until he let out a gasp and couldn’t take it anymore, his forehead gave softly against the floor, and he stayed like that for a good while. Ryan still didn’t move, with a scared look.
What seemed like almost an hour finally ended, Porter took a strong breath of air, lifting his head and digging his nails into the floor, looked to the sides, his pupils were orbited, his chest rising and falling in clear panic, he got on his knees, observing his hands with what seemed horror.
— What the fuck is this? – He stammered, extending them forward to see his palms and then the back of the hand, thick and strong, with his knuckles marked and his predominant veins. His hands went to his pectorals, squeezing them with confusion – Mgh, this is... New.
He twisted a mocking smile without being able to stop touching his pectorals and his areolas in them, he felt that the shirt was too tight, the buttons would fly off at any moment, he was fascinated, confused but ecstatic for his new musculature. Agatha had never been very big, she was of average height, her attributes were not very prominent nor much less big, so now having tremendous things, it was an interesting improvement. Her husband continued watching the scene without fully understanding what was happening, seeing how the psychologist proceeded to pull his shirt from below with force while inflating his chest so that the buttons flew all over the office floor. She was what followed fascinated, she felt strong, manly, powerful; people always told her that she had a “conflictive” character, too dominant, authoritarian or controlling to be someone so small, but finally she felt strong, big, as if his personality finally coordinated with the body that someone with those characteristics should have. He inflated his biceps, tensing the fabric that miraculously would not tear either.
Finally his gaze, dominant and controlling fixed on her husband with a smile equally loaded with power.
— What are you still looking at so much? Something you like?
Ryan denied with panic, “Porter” stood up with confidence, unbuckling the buckle of his belt, sliding it out so that it hit like a whip against the floor, Agatha’s husband sweated cold, observing how the man who previously acted with security and charisma, now had transformed into a beast exuding control and testosterone.
He opened his shirt a little more, placing the belt over his nape, he still had that arrogant smile engraved on his face, his hand slid under his abs, palming his new attribute.
— Woah, is this what makes you guys feel so confident and owners of the world? — He boasted with complete mockery, exaggerating his movements like a caricature loaded with male stereotypes, he was living perhaps the most satisfying moment of her life. His biceps were great! Strong, voluminous and looked so good.
Miss These Bro?
(Original story posted September 10th 2023) Minor edits and corrections
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“Miss these bro?” My younger step brother Calvin taunted me. After having caught me staring, he’d pulled up his tight tank top to reveal those massive meaty pecs he’d stolen from me. Fuck… they were so huge.
It all started just over a month ago when an insane worldwide cosmic event took place. When it occurred people from all over the globe inexplicably swapped bodies! Most commonly people found they’d switched with those who were nearby when the event took place. Neighbours, family members, coworkers etc. It’d been all over the news recently with everyone trying to come to terms with their new bodies and identities. People online seem to have dubbed it ‘The Great Shift’. There were a few other names but that was the main one.
I was sitting on the couch watching TV when it happened. One second I was watching football and suddenly my vision got all blurry. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Calvin's bedroom at his desk with one of his favourite PC games playing in front of me. Immediately I jumped out of my seat to find myself wearing Calvin’s clothes. Even more noticeable however was how small and frail I felt. One glance down at my body swiftly confirmed that all the muscle I’d spent years growing in the gym was completely gone, replaced by a skinny frame that didn’t look as though it’d ever even seen a dumbbell. I had no idea how at the time but I was in my little step brother’s body! I was in shock, not knowing how to even react. That is until he heard some strange sounds coming from downstairs…
I exited Calvin’s bedroom and made my way down the stairs and towards the living room cautiously. My heart was already going a mile a minute and what I saw next practically blew my mind. It was me! Or at least it was my body. He was standing in the middle of the room checking himself out and squeezing his muscles. My muscles!! Grunting with my voice as he admired himself.
“Calvin?…” I asked hesitantly. His attention instantly shot towards me like a deer caught in headlights.
“B-Brett? I uhmm… what happened?! One minute I was in my room and then I was down here!…” He said as his arms dropped swiftly to his sides.
An incredibly guilty look crossed his face… my face? I could hardly wrap my head around it. Seeing my own body from the outside like this was trippy as hell. I never realised just how huge I was. All the muscle straining against those tight clothes. Maybe I just felt small in Calvin’s body but my real body looked like a proper stud! And I could only guess Calvin thought the same judging by how he’d been feeling himself up moments ago.
It wasn’t long before we learned that we weren’t the only ones and that The Great Shift had seemingly affected most adults around the world. It was somewhat relieving to know that we weren’t the only ones but I couldn’t help feeling frustrated nonetheless. Who wouldn’t? Nobody seemed to know why the hell this had happened and nobody knew how to reverse it. I didn’t want to be stuck in my younger step bro’s skinny ass body! I felt so weak and tiny. I’d worked so damn hard for the body I had and now Calvin got to reap all the benefits!? What kind of sick joke is that??
Yet no matter how much I hated the swap, Calvin loved it all the more. He was a bit more subtle about it at first. Checking himself out a little every now and then but played it cool when he was around me. However as the weeks went by and it started to seem as though we might be stuck this way forever, the subtly soon wore off. Calvin began shamelessly flexing the muscles I spent years building around me all the time. Going on about how amazing it felt to be in my body and how strong he was now. Whenever I told him to stop he’d just smirk at me and show off even more. Taking off his shirt usually and bouncing the pecs I used to own. He just loved rubbing it in my face. He even started calling me his little bro instead, saying it didn’t make sense to call me his big bro anymore all things considered.
I hated it at first. Being forced to sit and watch everyday as Calvin enjoyed my body. But one day something changed. He’d stopped by a mirror to check out what should’ve been my reflection, as he did most days, admiring my features and muscles. Then he glanced at me.
“You know, I was always jealous of how handsome you were, Brett. I’ll admit, I used to wish that one day I’d look as good as you…” After one final flex he turned to me with a huge grin on the face he’d stolen from me. “Guess my wish came true huh!?” He stuck out his tongue while grabbing his bulge with one hand and flexing his other arm. “Fuuuck. I think I’m gonna go jack off in my room. See ya little bro.” Calvin said crudely as he made his way towards the stairs before pausing. “Oh and don’t come in my room unless you want me to beat your ass.” He laughed. That’s exactly what I always used to tell him.
I should’ve been angry. Livid even. And yet more than anything… I was horny. I couldn’t explain it but seeing him show off my body like he owned it and grabbing what should’ve been my bulge… it turned me on so much! Luckily this dick was pretty small so he didn’t notice my growing erection or how it jumped when he said he was gonna jerk off with my dick. It shouldn’t have sounded so hot but it did!
From there on I started fantasising about my own body and the way Calvin used it. Pretending to hate how he flexed his biceps in my face after getting home from the gym only for me to rub one out to it later. Always staring at his thick muscled body when he wasn’t looking, especially when he was shirtless. Wishing I could just reach out and squeeze all that muscle I used to own. It’d even gotten so bad that I began to notice how he usually left the bedroom door open a crack. Just enough for me to peek inside and watch as he gripped what was once my fat cock and groan to himself as he pumped it. Mumbling about how much he loved my body and cock until he busted a huge load over himself. All the while I watched and jerked what should’ve been his little dick outside the door.
That brings us back to the present. I’m still trying to act angry about the switch, and I am to a degree, but it’s been difficult with how flustered I get whenever I see Calvin now. He just wears my buff body so damn well. He always knows exactly what to wear to show it off. No surprise considering he spent hours upon hours trying on all my clothes. That’s why now I just couldn’t stop staring at his chest. That tank top was so fucking tight on those gorgeous pecs. I didn’t realise how obvious my gaze was until he turned to me with that same cocky smirk and lifted up his tank top to reveal his huge pecs.
“Miss these bro?” He chuckled before bouncing his huge tits a little for me. I felt as though I was being mesmerised by my own pecs… and it was working! My mouth went dry as I was unable to pull my eyes away for even a second. “Why don’t you get over here give em a feel.” He beckoned, tempting me to come closer.
I tried to resist but in the end it just couldn’t help myself. I jumped up from where I was sat and made my way over to him as he pulled off the tank top and tossed it on the ground. He grabbed his chest a little, hefting and squeezing the huge muscle as if he were advertising it to me. Fuck… those pecs looked so damn heavy. I didn’t appreciate them enough when they belonged to me. Maybe… I could appreciate them more now?
Soon enough I was stood before him, trying not to drool at the sight of my former body. I raised my hands hesitantly, ready to grope those juicy watermelon sized muscle tits. Before I had a chance to grab them however Calvin gripped the back of my head and shoved my head right in between the thick mounds of muscle! I grunted in shock as he made sure to hold me tight. Even my groans were muffled as my face was completely smooshed between his pecs. Though my shock soon faded as I inhaled his scent and quickly realised just how intoxicating it felt to be squished between my former tits. Before long he didn’t even have to hold me anymore. I kept my face firmly between his huge muscle tits of my own will before using my hands to grip them from the side and squash my face even more!
“That’s it. Gooood boy. Worship me little bro.” He cooed down at me with my own voice.
Suddenly it felt as though all the pent up attraction I had towards my former body and the way Calvin commanded it had been unleashed. I started planting kisses all over his pecs and stomach while groping him all over. I licked and kissed his huge biceps before digging my nose into his pits. I got on my knees and worshipped his massive thighs and calves. Even going as far as to nuzzle my face into his bulge, feeling how hard my former cock was getting, as I reached around and squeezed his jock butt. The same butt I’d spent countless gym sessions building. I wanted so badly to pull down those tight shorts and let that familiar cock flop out but he stopped me before I could.
“Don’t get greedy. You’ll have to earn that.” He bounced his pecs a little for me instead. “Why don’t you come back up here and worship these a little more first.”
I didn’t hesitate. I hopped back up onto my feet in seconds and made my way back up his torso. Kissing along his waist and stomach until I finally reached those glorious tits again. The ones I’d spent years building. I didn’t waste a second and immediately got to groping and squeezing them again. Worshipping them exactly as he instructed. I just couldn’t get enough! My eyes locked onto his nipples. I needed to suck on them so badly. I practically dove towards his right nipple but before I could wrap my lips around it, Calvin grabbed me face by the cheeks and forced me to look up at him. To look up at my former face. It felt like torture with all this teasing!
“Not so fast.” He sniggered while locking eyes with me. “First you’ve gotta admit who I am, Calvin.”
I shivered as he called me by his name. With that I knew exactly what he wanted to hear and for a moment it snapped me back to reality. What was I doing? Worshipping and kissing my own body? We were fucking step brothers for crying out loud!? We might not have been blood related but this was still some seriously messed up shit. So why the hell was I so hard right now? Why the hell did I want nothing more than to stay in my little brother’s scrawny body so he could keep showing off all my hard earned muscle?! I should be pissed but…
“You’re my big bro…” I mumbled.
“Mhm. And what’s my name?”
“Brett.” I gave in, calling him by my name just as he’d called me by his. I felt so defeated but I was so driven by lust that I couldn't help myself.
With a content look on his face the new Brett let me go and the second he did I latched onto his nipples. Sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. This was it. He’d beaten me. This is what he wanted from the moment we swapped. That’s why he was always teasing me. That’s why he always left his sweaty gym clothes around for me to find. That’s why he always left his bedroom door open a crack while he was jerking off. I guess all I could do now was accept it. Assuming The Great Shift was permanent, we’re gonna be stuck like this forever. Might as well stop fighting it and just give into my urges… after all, he does wear that body better than I did.
“Now if you agree to tell everyone that we somehow switched back and that I’m the real Brett then I might even let you suck my dick. How’s that sound?” He proposed. Just the idea of getting to suck that dick was driving me mad. Needless to say I agreed without hesitation.
Brett pulled his phone out of his shorts and took a quick photo of me sucking on his nipples. I didn’t care though. All I wanted was to suck and squeeze. Little did I know he was sending the pic to his best friend Alex who’d also landed himself in a hot new body also.
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Image Sent
— See! I told you it’d work. He can’t keep his hands off me! —
— Holy shit. I can’t believe you actually pulled that off dude! —
— Yup. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist these huge muscle tits eventually. Even if they were his a month ago 😜 —
— Well I’m glad to hear it all worked out for you man! A lot of people have been struggling with The Great Swap or whatever they’re calling it —
— Not you though I hear. You’ve got a new acting gig tomorrow right? —
— Oh yeah! This new body has been doing wonders for me. I’ve been offered jobs left and right! I still can’t believe it honestly —
— I guess we’re just lucky to have landed ourselves a couple of hunk huh? —
— You got that right. Well I’ll leave you and your little step brother to have some fun —
— Hahaha thanks dude! Ttyl —
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"What? A souvenir? Ah, you're too sweet bro,"
"Nah, it's okay. I saw it in the flea market and I thought you would rock it,"
The pendant shines a little, that glints, that attracted me to it back then, and I can see that it affect him in instant too as he wears it with no hesitation
"This is quite thoughtful of you. Say, you really need to stop being too kind, bro. Some people just don't deserve your kindness,"
And you don't deserve to flaunt around with that hot bod and being so oblivious to my attraction......."It's nothing. Umhh, just do me a favor, never take it off, ever,"
"Well, why would I? This looks so good bro, thanks. Never gonna take it off,"
And he consistently fulfilled that by literally using it 24/7. Even when he's doing photoshoot with his client or in bed or even when he showered or swimming in the ocean, he wears it with no questions asked
And during those days, I simply just used his obliviousness to the fact that he would literally do anything I said by planting a lot of things in his mind in order to mold him into my perfect boyfriend. He would ditch the jeans and even the shorts when he's inside the apartment, strutting around only with boxers or briefs hugging his waist. I also told him how nice he smelled after an intense HIIT session and how he should just let it be rather than going straight to the shower to wash off the BO. Then, I went a little extra as I tried to push my luck when I ordered him to just be casual when he found me jerking off to his worn underwear and he literally just shrugged it as if he didn't see me busting my load to his black briefs. That was the moment I knew I really have him so I pushed a little more just last weekend as he left shower
"You'll dump your girlfriend,"
"Huh?"
"You'll not even remember you like chicks. It's always been dudes you're attracted to. I mean, look what I found on your phone,"
I already downloaded a literal gigabyte of gay porn and pics of hot dudes into his phone when I handed him his phone back. I saw a hint of resistance as he frowned so I stood up and then bombarded his thoughts
"I know you might be not ready to come clean with me, but I'm totally fine. I'm gay too after all, nothing to be ashamed from being one,"
"Nothing to be ashamed," he mumbled with his eyes dazed
"Well, since you said it yourself, please enjoy yourself with these men on your screen. You might not notice it at first but as you watched more and more of this, you will realize the tiny little details you might miss from your observation of men. You'll notice how beautiful a firm pecs or jutting pecs or even hairy moundful pecs of dominant older men in comparison to those boring boobs. Then, the way men has this intricate visible veins that aroused you rather than girls delicate forearm. At last, you'll appreciate the varying beauties of men's face and also their appendages. Long uncut cock, thick girthy cock, cock that arches beautifully and just slide right into a tight asshole of a man, Latino cock, dark meaty meatpole of the black dudes in those porn clips you stored, you'll appreciate and lust upon all of them,"
"Cock,"
"Yeah, cock," I remembered that I chuckled as I left him dazed in our main room watching all those content I downloaded for him
"When you finished devouring the whole content, come meet me in my room. And you better be on the edge of shooting your load. You'll not masturbate unless I said so,"
It took him literally 24 hours before he walked into the front of my room. I left the door open as I was working, and he just stood there with a towel covering his cock and a hair wet from sweats and his missed opportunity to dry his hair after his shower yesterday
"Hey dude," he said as if he didn't just watch a 24 hours porn marathon and stood almost buck naked in front of me
"Hey, what's up?"
"So, I didn't know that you noticed this or not----
"What? That you've been a closeted homo since.....let's say....high school. Jacking off at night thinking of your football teammates stripping in front of you so casually, not knowing that there's a raging horned-up homo between them,"
His eyes dazed once more, "Jacking----"
"Yeah, then it continued into your college days. Sleeping with chicks were just facade because during your sex with them, you literally thought about their boyfriends or your football teammates who stated their attraction to those girls. Not a single arousal in you came from the fact that you pinned down those girls. You were in constant denial and fear of people finding out your "biggest secret". Until now. Until you met me and came clean to me about your sexuality. And your attraction to me,"
"Attraction----"
"In fact, you wanna fuck me now as you've been edging yourself all this time for the opportunity,"
Let's just say, that was the best fuck I ever had.
Ever since that, he's been a loyal and obedient boyfriend of mine. People might think that he's the one in control of the relationship due to his stature and his demeanor in public with me, but I made sure I'm the one who is actually running the show.
The conquest of my roommate is indeed exciting, but maybe I can expand my domain and having more plaything. Guess I need to fly back to Jamaica and visit that flea market again. Maybe I can get my hands on some more of these pendants
Hmmmm.....not my usual story, what do you guys think?
"Yeah, that's the good girl. That's my obedient, submissive cum dump. Yup, don't resist it. You like the taste of my cock. You like to sniff it when you take care of my laundry. You like to submit to patriarchy and let men decide for you. Fuck, I really can't give you access to the internet huh? One day, and you read up all that bullshit about toxic masculinity and weaponized incompetence and you almost slipped back to that wild feminist state you were in before the conditioning. But that's what I love about the program, having this kind of battles really rejuvenate me to keep on fighting for the sake of manhood supremacy. Heck, if only you are as easy as your faggy younger brother, but well, I like a good challenge here and there, just hoping that you'll be less of a hassle after this. Yup, uh huh, all 9 inchers in and look at that dull empty eyes, fucking, lovely. Now how long I gotta do this until your lustful horny gaze comes back this time, huh?"
Guess the conditioning you gave your roommate is working a bit too well.......
I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips across my former washboard abs. My hands cupped the muscular lats and I inhaled that familiar scent of sweat and deodorant. My former bulge pressed into my chest. I could smell the precum and the musk of unwashed pubic hair.
"You like this bro?" My former body asked. It was deep, low growl. It came out breathy and cocky. "I love how your body feels. It's so strong. Look at these guns." He flexed and I couldn't take my eyes off my Greek statue body.
"I love it," I groaned as I rubbed my face into the musk of my former cock. I took a deep breath, savoring the warm scent. I wanted to take in my monster cock and satisfy my former body. My current cock twitched and leaked as I eagerly rubbed my hands all over my old pecs. "I'll do anything for you. Anything." I closed my eyes as the alpha jock that I was pulled my head back, opened my mouth with his finger, and spit into my mouth. His hot saliva load pushed me into a brief ecstasy as I imagined his load filling my ass.
"God, I didn't know you were this horny for yourself," my friend said, talking through my former body. "And watching you make me look like a huge cum slut is so hot. We got to do this more often." He said as he wrapped a hand around his former head and guided it over to my former shaft and balls.
The grip on my hair tightened — not guiding now, controlling — and I made a wet desperate sound against the warm skin of his lower belly, my new soft arms scrabbling up the muscular back, fingernails dragging across those carved lats trying to get purchase on a body that no longer bent for me. My polo had ridden halfway up my soft torso, the elastic of my own Ralph Lauren boxer briefs — he hadn't even changed out of those, I remember putting them on yesterday — pressing into my new doughy hip as I ground my face forward into the musk.
"Hhnnf—" I palmed my little cock through the cheap fabric. Couldn't help it.
"There it is." His voice dropped into something slower, more deliberate, and I felt the hand in my hair spread wider, cradling my skull with casual ownership. "Been waiting for you to do that."
I dragged my mouth across the waistband of my blue Ralph Lauren boxer briefs, the fine cotton smooth against my lips, the heat underneath enormous and close. My new hands gripped his — my — old thighs and I pressed my face in hard. Mmnnh.
"I need to tell you something." He said it like he was remarking on the weather. His free hand came down and tugged the waistband forward, letting everything hang heavy and close to my open mouth. "The hypnosis? The wizard?" A low laugh moved through that chest I used to own. "That was me, man. Hired him. Planned the whole thing."
I froze.
"Been watching you walk around the gym for years." His grip shifted, both hands framing my face now, tilting it upward, forcing eye contact — my old eyes looking down at me, dark and utterly pleased with themselves. "Figured out the how to get to you through your lifting buddy. Took weeks to set up." He rolled his old hips forward, slow and deliberate, dragging the warm weight of my former cock across my cheek. "Mmh. Uncut. You have no idea how good this feels."
"You stole it—" The protest came out broken and wet because my mouth was already open, already angled forward, my new body betraying whatever outrage my brain was assembling.
"Borrowed." He pressed forward, guiding my former head by the back of my skull. "You can have it back when I'm done with it." His thumb traced my new jawline — softer, rounder — with something that might have been fondness. "Look at you. Paying me to suck your own cock. Desperate for yourself. How I want it, bro."
It was. I was. My palm worked slow circles against my new cock through the cotton boxer briefs, the fabric darkening, my soft belly resting against my own knees as I knelt there in the cheap polo with it rucked up to my ribs. My old cock rested against my lips and I felt my mouth open on pure animal instinct, taking the weight of it onto my tongue, the familiar musk of my own unwashed skin filling my sinuses completely — hnngh — my eyes rolling back.
"There you go." Both his hands — my old hands, the strong ones, the ones that used to grip whole fucking plates without effort — spread wide across the back of my head and pressed forward slow and certain. "Don't deserve this body, bro. I wear it better."
I moaned around my former cock with my whole soft chest, my doughy frame pressed flush against those carved quads, the polo bunched useless around my armpits.
Mmnf. Mmnf.
"Yeah," he moaned above me, head dropping back, my old throat working. "Me too."
I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips across my former washboard abs. My hands cupped the muscular lats and I inhaled that familiar scent of sweat and deodorant. My former bulge pressed into my chest. I could smell the precum and the musk of unwashed pubic hair.
"You like this bro?" My former body asked. It was deep, low growl. It came out breathy and cocky. "I love how your body feels. It's so strong. Look at these guns." He flexed and I couldn't take my eyes off my Greek statue body.
"I love it," I groaned as I rubbed my face into the musk of my former cock. I took a deep breath, savoring the warm scent. I wanted to take in my monster cock and satisfy my former body. My current cock twitched and leaked as I eagerly rubbed my hands all over my old pecs. "I'll do anything for you. Anything." I closed my eyes as the alpha jock that I was pulled my head back, opened my mouth with his finger, and spit into my mouth. His hot saliva load pushed me into a brief ecstasy as I imagined his load filling my ass.
"God, I didn't know you were this horny for yourself," my friend said, talking through my former body. "And watching you make me look like a huge cum slut is so hot. We got to do this more often." He said as he wrapped a hand around his former head and guided it over to my former shaft and balls.
How to fully control Your sub in 9 steps
1: You need to get into his head.
-Learn his fantasies and what turns him on. Use this information against him and to Your advantage.
-Find out what humiliates him, and to what level.
-Make him show his loyalty to You regularly. Reward him, even if it’s just with positive attention when he does.
- Aside from family, close friends and work, give him 0% privacy. Don’t hide this process from him, make him partake in handing it over to you in ways that demonstrate how he is “losing the privacy.”
-Make him need You for everything. Point out how You help him, how You guide him, and how You accept the negative things about him that others may not.
- Hypnosis, especially while they are sleeping can help transfer messages, ideas and ideals about You deep into their faggot head.
2: Punish him often for everything, no exceptions!
- Don’t let him get away with anything! When You let your sub get away with something. You are telling him that You don’t care for him and that what he did was ok.
- You can Spank, paddle, or whip him.
- Humiliate him past what is easy for him.
- Long term bondage
- Corner time
- Food restrictions
- Writing standards/lines\
- Write a book report or essay.
- Ground him/take away privileges.
- Wash his mouth out with soap.
- Make him do anything he hates.
- Get creative and make the punishment match the crime.
- Never use separation or the threat of leaving/ending Your control over him as a punishment. That is counterproductive to the end goal (trust and service) and is detrimental to the faggot.
3: Routinely discipline him. This is different than punishment.
- Spank him once a week, just because You can, not too hard, not too soft.
-Humiliate him often.
- 5-10 minuets of corner time a day can do wonders for him, like a sub’s meditation.
- If he is stressed, give him a break and put him in some comfy bondage for a while. You may or may not want to integrate impact play with this. For lots of subs, some pain can really help elevate their mode for the rest of the day or longer.
- Routine discipline will save You time and energy in the long run. You will have to punish him less as a result.
- Taking care of You can be part of his discipline. Have him do Your laundry, cleaning, etc.
4: On some level, even if it’s small, keep Your sub horny for You.
- Talk sexy to him.
-Sexualize non sexual things/activities You are interested in. He will see whatever it is You’ve sexualized as such and be more interested/eager to engage.
- Have Your sub do some or all of Your body grooming. This can be Your baths, Your nails, shaving, trimming, waxing, etc.
- Scare him by telling him when and what You’re going to do to him in the near future.
- Send him text messages with orders to do something sexual.
- Make him give You orgasms. This is different from sex. This is a service.
- Let him rest on You to smell You as You watch TV or read.
- Give him underwear/items of Yours to smell as he sleeps.
- Hypnosis, especially while Your sub sleeps can help with this too.
5: Control Your own feelings of guilt.
- Your sub needs You to be strong “with” him. You may show vulnerabilities in Yourself for other aspects of Your life. When it comes to him and Your control over him, be firm!
- Some meanness and cruelty will be needed from time to time to help break Your sub down.
- Your sub may not want everything You give him/ do to him, but he needs it.
- Letting Your sub get away with insubordinate behavior because You feel guilty adequately and severely addressing it is weak. You need to control that shit.
- Sub faggots need a real man who is close to them to guide them. Sometimes real men need to show the fag that they are inferior. This can’t always be done by talking. And if it is done my talking, the talking can’t be politically correct/kind.
- Humiliation/breaking him down, teaching him to serve long term, these are all things he needs. You are filling his needs.
- Remember, You both need to be happy. But happiness comes from different places for different people. If there is communication, and Your sub has communicated that he needs this life to be happy, then You are doing him a service and loving him by breaking him down and controlling him.
- A good sub is hard to find. Don’t let the guilt of giving him what he needs stop You from doing so. What he needs may be overwhelming for him and he may break. If he does be there for him.
6: Humiliate/degrade/break him down on some level daily, some days more than others.
- Have him wear a small butt-plug for a time, wifi enabled if possible.
- Have him be naked or close to it, around You and or Your friends.
- Make him wear a collar or other symbol of inferiority.
- Make him wear a chastity device sometimes.
- Teach them “tricks” like sit, drop to their knees to kiss Your crotch, etc. In public or with friends randomly call out a trick every now then. Make sure Your sub does this flawlessly without hesitation.
- Make him masturbate for You.
- Slap him in the face.
- Spit on him.
- Treat him as an inferior in public. (Ex: he carries all bags, opens doors, eats Your leftovers, holds Your drinks, tie Your shoes etc.)
- Make him eat his own cum sometimes.
- Talk down to him in front of others
7: Rearrange his life/time to better serve/please You. Make sure this does not interfere with his time with loved ones or work.
- If You want to change his body to Your liking, do so. Control his workouts, diet etc. Make sure and be realistic with this one.
- Make sure he is available during some of Your leisure time each week so he will be able to serve You during those times.
- Put him on a sleeping schedule. Lots of fags are not able to adequately manage their sleep times. The better rested he is, the better he will serve You.
- Go through his closet/things and throw away/put away any clothing You don’t like him to be wearing.
- Sign him up to learn new tasks or prefect tasks/skills that will help You. (Ex: massage classes, cooking classes, pet care, etc.)
- Change their grooming habits to Your liking.
8: Help Your sub be grateful for everything he has. Make sure You are at the top of that list. One great way to do this is to deny him things. Yep, it’s time to say “No.” Subs need boundaries, and saying “No” is a great way to help them with those boundaries.
- You can take away certain foods, comforts, leisure time, sex, masturbation, etc.
- Make him show his gratitude to You often. Faggots will show this to You in their own way. Most faggots will need some help/instruction on exactly how to show their gratitude to You.
- Make him explain why he deserves something. If he can’t explain why well enough. Then take it from him.
- You can take things/items from him that You know he does not need, but likes. (Make sure he can afford for You to take them and that they are not of an additional value such as sentimental etc.) Let him know from time to time that You enjoy something that You took from him.
- Offer him a reward of getting to have something back. Make what you give him back relevant to what You make him do. This could be sort or long term.
9: None of these actions will work without real trust.
- If Your sub is Your partner, let him know how much his sub-ass completes You and Your power.
- If Your sub is not Your partner, make sure You two are real friends. That You appreciate how his inferiority completes you. The more You two know about and do with each other. The more thoroughly You can control him.
-Part of trust on the subs part is trusting that You will follow through when You say You are going to do something to him or are going to make him do something. Follow through always.
- When a sub fully trusts You. He can submit to You his mind and privacy. Letting You go in and re-arrange/manage his life.
- Subs need constant reassurance. Let him know that no matter what, he is Yours. If a serious sub feels disposable. He will look for another Dom who appreciates his surrender.
- If Your life is getting too hard for a bit or You need help with something. Trust that Your sub will be able to take over for You and act in your best interest until You are back in shape. Giving sub this responsibility will either make him feel trusted and good, or upset that You are not actively controlling him 100% of the time. If he gets upset and does not step up and take over for You. Then drop him like a hot potato.
-Talk to Your sub often. Ask him how he is feeling, and let him honestly know how You are feeling on anything and everything.
- By taking things away from him, You are in a sense rewarding him when You give them back. Also, nothing he has is his forever. You need to re-take things and privileges away from him periodically so he knows they are a privilege and not a right. Think of it like taking a food bowl away from a dog. Your sub needs be docile enough that You can take his food bowl away from him as he is eating. He will not make a fuss and patiently wait until the food is returned
-Please note: Do not ever deny him from being with Friends or family. Make him realize that the only reason You allow him to have constant contact/interaction with good friends and family is because he “helps” them by being a good friend or family member. Make sure the he understands that the happiness that comes from being with them is “second” to the happiness that he brings them. Basically, he needs to understand that if he pulls away from loved ones. While he is under Your control his loved ones will suffer. That is why he is allowed (and encouraged) to keep and/or strengthen the bonds he has with them.
Please note: The following is a list of things to control a sub only. Please do not implement these ideas if You do not care about and are not committed to Your sub. This list is not all inclusive of how to treat Your sub. This list leaves out the important kind necessities that Your sub needs such as reassurance, love, respect, being protected, allowed to be protective of You etc. These ideas are for a long term 24/7 arrangements, not a scene. Not everything will apply in every case, and there may be things on the list that will work for You.
Hell ya BOSS JAKE!
This is phenomenal.
Yes. To all of this please.
- “Scare him by telling him when and what You’re going to do to him in the near future”.
This one is so powerful. Mt Ex-Master used to make me keep a notebook of His ideas. When He had a cruel or unusual punishment idea i would have to write it down. Every single one off them was delivered as promised.
You have to love beating off and watching this!
