HeyTopMan

Stories about TopMen who get turned OUT. Everyone depicted 18+. NSFW, 18+ only.

[heytopman]

Slutty Hubby

FUCK! Welp here I was. Back in the dog house. I laid myself down with the one pillow I could snag before my husband, Evan, slammed the bedroom door on me. I laid there replaying the argument we’d just had.

“Babe, listen. It was a blowjob. It doesn’t mean anything!”

“Oh no? You getting sucked off by some stranger on the dancefloor doesn’t mean anything?! …riiiight.”

“It doesn’t! It just sort of happened. There’s just certain things you won’t do and the fantasy got away from me!”

“Right like me on my knees on the Dancefloor sucking your cock like some SLUT!” Evan shouted.

The image of my 10/10 husband on his knees sucking me like a good slut began playing through my mind…

I immediately chubbed up. It must have shown…and why wouldn’t it? I’m pretty well endowed there.

“Ya know what. Sleep on the couch tonight. We can talk about this tomorrow!” My husband’s steel blue eyes threw daggers as I quickly grabbed a pillow. Before a resolute SLAM rang through our town house. The bedroom door was shut tight.

This brings me here. Trying to sleep on our couch. My thick cock chubbing up yet again at the wicked fantasy of my prudish husband on his knees, sucking me off on the dancefloor, while guys passed by. Maybe some started noticing, with smirks on their faces whipping their cocks out and leering. I see myself inviting them over, my husband pleading me for more cock to enjoy.

Fuck. I must sound like a complete tool. I’m a total top and Evan only bottoms. The sex I have with my husband is beautiful, sensual, and loving. It’s just not…raw. I hear my friends talk about their sex lives, how hot and ragged it becomes. Spit, slings, pits and sweat. Two-three different partners at once. Sometimes…

I wish my husband was more slutty.

I breathed out. I spat on my hand. My 9" cock fully erect and leaking as I began jerking off to my slutty fantasy. There was my husband again, down on his knees in the middle of the dance floor. My giant cock slapping him across the face as other men slowly gather around. All of them adjusting their bulges. Some pulling them out and Evan noticing. Him looking up at me with eager pleading eyes. Begging me to let him take more cock. Faster and faster, up and down I stroked…until.

—I was waking up in a cold sweat—

I heard weird sounds coming from our bedroom upstairs. It sounded like my husband. But I’d never heard sounds like these coming from his mouth. They were deep and guttural. I rushed up to our bedroom.

“Mmmm oohhh mmmm uhhhmnnn! Fuckkk yess so big!” My husband moaned.

That stopped me. It sounded overtly…sexual?

“Fuckkkk Yesss. More! More babe yes!” I slowly twisted the door handle and opened the door.

There, writhing on the bed in just a jockstrap was my husband. Sweat broke across his face, his curly brown hair plastered wet against his forehead in places. His eyes were knit tightly shut. He was lost in pure bliss. A wicked smile played across his face as his body contorted sensually. A huge boner filled out his jock. A large wet spot spread around the head.

He was dreaming. Against my lust, my concern won out, I vigorously shook him. All at once his blue eyes opened. Although, whereas last night they were full of intelligence and verve, these eyes were all bedroom.

“fuuuck babe. Why’d you wake me? I was having the best dream!” Evan said, smirking as he stretched his perfect body out.

“I—I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen you like that before.” I said completely dumbfounded at the body language that seemed so foreign on my husband.

“What do you mean? I always have sex dreams.” Evan threw me a quizzical look. “You wanna hear about it? Fuck, alright. In the dream we were on the dancefloor and I noticed you chubbing up. So I pulled you over to the side, and started unbuckling your pants. I released your cock…the head was swollen and purple. There was pre smeared all over the top. I dropped to my knees and just wolfed it down right there, in front of everyone. God it was so fuckin hot. Eventually all these guys started seeing it and started to pull their cocks out too…you started motioning them over and then—YOU WOKE ME UP YOU JERK!” He said with a laugh.

Holy shit. My husband verbatim described the fantasy I was having last night.

“Seems like you like my dream.” He said, motioning to my crotch with a nod.

I looked down and blushed. I don’t know if my cock had ever been harder.

“Need some help with that big guy?” He purred. His hands starting to run down my hairy muscular body. His fingers biting into my flesh.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I-I thought you were mad at me?” I gulped as his hands reached the elastic of my mesh shorts. He swiftly pulled them down. My cock slapping him across the face. Precum smearing across his lips. He moaned not making any moves to wipe his face clean.

“Why would I be mad?” He smirked devilishly.

“The-The blow job from that guy last night?” His smirk widened as he got to his knees on the bed, eye level with my cock.

Slowly he began licking my cock from its root to the fat purple head, stopping just shy of the top before slowly swirling his tongue along my glands. His puffy lips closed around my huge head as he began vigorously sucking my cockhead while rolling his tongue over top. It was almost too much, my knees nearly buckling from the intense pleasure. Then all at once he took all 9”. Something he could never do before. Something very few bottoms could. His nose was deep in my sweaty pubes, huffing my scent. His tongue stretching out over my balls.

“Jesus fuck.” I gasped.

Back and forth he sucked me from our bed. Vigorous. Sensual. Loudly moaning all the while. He looked up at me. His eyes now vapid and glossed over. He had always looked so mature for his age, but now his eyes screamed “fuck me.” All he was thinking about was my cock and how good it felt to suck it. I couldn’t take it any longer, I grabbed either side of his head and began to skullfuck my husband. His moans increased in volume letting me know how much he liked. I roughly took him. My moans increased, I could feel my balls lifting!

All at once he pulled off me. My mounting orgasm folding. My husband moved off the bed stood before me, a whole head shorter and with all his might he shoved me.

I fell hard onto the bed in shock and before I could do anything I felt him pounce on me once again. Only this time he was facing upside down. He wanted to 69?!!? I opened my mouth to protest and found it full of his 6” thickish cock. He swallowed me down yet again, as he began pile driving my head into the bed. I sputtered, I gagged. He roughly grabbed my hands and moved them to his ass…When did his ass get so big?! My hands could barely fit around those melons. I slapped and squeezed them. He twerked his ass back so I could feel it jiggle and then he brought his weight down gagging me yet again on his cock. I’d never been a fan of blowjobs but the roughness, his ass pulsing in my hands. All at once I began to come. Moaning like a mess around his cock as he poured his own load down my gullet.

“Holy fuck babe. That was—that was insane.” I said, cum smeared at the corners of my mouth.

“Thought you might like it. Breakfast?” He said while wiggling his eyebrows.

Evan hopped out of bed and left me staring at those cakes as he walked down the hall…his ass was definitely bigger! I felt like I was dreaming. I was wracking my brain for what might be going on…did the stress from last night short circuit his brain? I mean that wouldn’t explain is fat Farari of an ass though, or the slutty knowledge that would make the pope blush. Then it hit me…

I wish my husband was more slutty

The wish…had I made my husband into a huge slut?!

“Babe you coming?!” Evan shouted up.

“On my way!” After a huge helping of eggs, hash browns, and bacon. I was completely sated. It was Sunday after all and I was ready for a nap. We hopped in the shower together, something we never do. It was very cute. Evan soaped down my muscular furry bod. He started paying extra care to my nipples. Fuck. He knew that always get me going. He gave little bites to each nipple, introducing his free hand to play with the other. It was Heaven.

My 9” rod was back up again. I pushed him against the back marbled wall of our large glass and stone shower and began kissing him roughly. invading his mouth with my bigger tongue. It was passionate. I growled as he lightly bit my tongue. I pulled back and play slapped his cheek, before spinning him around.

I looked around for anything we could use as lube when, there before me, was our favorite lube brand. Sitting right on its own shelf. When had that gotten there? I lubed up my cock and lined it up with his lightly hairy, huge ass. FUCK! His ass started sucking me in greedily. Both of our breathing begin to synch up as his moaning increased. He growled at the large intruder bearing down on his hole.

Just like in the bedroom his new sexual instincts took over. He began twerking his ass back on my cock. The pressure was unbelievable and watching his ass? God, he was still covered in suds. I took over and grabbed his tight waist. I let him have all my weight as I launched into a furious fuck.

I bit his neck from behind and he turned his face to mine so that once again I could shove my tongue down his throat. He moaned loudly at that. I pulled him back and spat in his open mouth, he swallowed it graciously and moaned even louder! I could feel him getting close as his ass began quivering around my cock.

“oh fuck. Fuck babe! Your fat cock..gonna make me!!”

That was all I needed to hear as my own cock began firing off load after load of cum into Evan’s hole.

I slowly pulled out and we showered once again kissing each other tenderly throughout. God I could get used to this.

After toweling off I turned to Evan.

“Well love. I think it’s time for me to get some shut eye. Gonna take a nap.” I smiled.

“Oh no problem…you mind if I stay up and keep having some fun?” Evan said with a glint in his eye.

“Not at all. Love you.”

“Love you, hot stuff.” Evan said pulling out his phone and typing away. As I walked back to the room I heard an immediate ping and the sound of Evan giggling.

I thought that kind of strange, but climbed into bed and with a satisfied exhale fell right into sleep.

When I awoke it was dark. How long had I been asleep? Evan really wore me down.

“Mmmmm oooohhh mmmm fucccckk.” I heard that familiar sound from this morning. I smiled to myself as I opened the bedroom door and made my way downstairs. Evan was having one of his sex dreams. He really did have them a lot. I was still pretty worn out, but how hot would it be to start fucking him while he—

“What the fuck?! Who are you!??!” I yelled.

There before me was Evan, bent over our massive couch while a man 10 years my senior plowed him from behind.

“Oh hi baby! Were we too loud?? Did you want to join?” Evan spoke in between thrusts, his face red with exhaustion and sweat.

“No I wanna know who is fucking you!?” I said, balling up my fists.

The guy was big, but looked intimidated by me. He stepped back, pulling out of Evan. When he did, Evan visibly shuttered and I could see why. The man’s cock had to be 12” long and as thick as my forearm.

“Hey listen man. He said you guys were open?” The bigger bear of a man said honestly.

I looked to Evan who looked mystified as well by my actions.

“ I—we—yes we are I’m so sorry guys I just woke from a crazy nightmare…” I made my way back upstairs.

For the next two hours I listened to Evan moan like the slut he now was.

“Fuck Daddy, it’s so big! FUCKK NEVER HAD ONE SO BIG!!! Fuck me harder!!! Yes! Yes! I’m your slutty boy toy!”

I guess this is how Evan felt when I got all those random BJs…damn, I laid in our bed jealously. As fucked as it was, I had a massive boner that wouldn’t go down. Hmmm maybe I can reverse my wish?

“I wish Evan was less slutty.”

…I waited…

“Fuck daddy, take my hole! Harder-there right there!” My husband moaned from downstairs.

Nope I guess we’re stuck here—unless? I breathed in…

I wish I was more slutty.

I breathed out. All at once I felt it. The same feeling taking over me. I closed my eyes.

…

“Babe! Babe you alright? Looked like you were passing out for a minute?! Need some water?”

“Ya, you alright bud? I know this thing is big. It’s had that effect before.” A gruff voice sounded behind me. I looked down I was fully boned up, wearing a light blue jockstrap. I was laid over the edge of our couch.

Behind me was the giant bear of a man who was fucking my husband before. His kind brown eyes full of concern for me. My stomach fluttered and was filled with butterflies. Then I saw it…his fat 12” cock pointed directly at me.

“Fuckkkk. Put it in me please!” I begged, my mouth watering at the thought of getting fucked by such a god-like cock.

My husband grinned. “There’s my slutty hubby. Now open up your holes.” He said while ruffling my hair.

“God I’ve never met two such slutty men in my life.” The big man sounded with smirk.

My tongue lolled out and my ass relaxed as they both entered me.

“mmmmm. MMMHHHPPPPHHHHMMMMM.” I begged through full mouth as I felt the Daddy’s dick head penetrate my hole. They both slowly took me, building up steam until I was rammed like the whore I was. With each thunderous Daddy clap from behind, my husbands cock went deep down my throat. I watched above me as my husband and the giant daddy made out. His pecs and gut jiggled as he fucked me harder and harder.

He began to pick up pace. Sweat rained down on me from above as both men began to moan loudly. I could feel it; the crest mounting in all of us.

all at once I felt the strongest pulse I’d ever felt in my ass as shot after shot of cum was volleyed off into my hole. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, my husband pulled out and shot his load all over my face, smearing his cum around with his softening cock. It was too much for me. I came hands free with a loud moan. My whole body began shuddering. Lightning bolts dance over my skin as my toes curled and my hole tightened around the monster cock still lodged up my ass. God life was perfect with my slutty hubby.

[allwhitebriefs]

[ladofadad]

Go Fuck Yourself

Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.

When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.

Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”

“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.

“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.

“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.

Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.

The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.

As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.

The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,

“Now can I have what I want?”

What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.

Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.

As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.

Afterwards, Henry didn’t kick the man out like he had planned. They showered together, played some games and watched some of their favorite shows and even cuddled in bed that night. Henry didn’t know where this mysterious clone boyfriend came from, but he was in no hurry to send him back.

[dreamertf]

What You Deserve

/muscle drain tf, nerd to jock, height drain tf

/wrote this all in one sitting, bound to be a lot of grammatical errors but ignore that please haha

That fucking asshole Maddox. For some reason Ethan let that dweeb start hanging with the frat. Last semester I fucked up on our group assignment because I didn't follow the directions right. We got a C and that dropped his grade to an A-. He went off on me, yelling at me, calling me the dumbest person alive. I havent seen him since then, but I didn't care.

Maybe Ethan just wants to keep a punching bag around for us, while making him feel like someone worth talking to.

---

That fucking asshole! Early I was shaving and i swear my jaw looked softer, less masculine? I don't fucking know maybe my bulk is getting too dirty. Felt like shit so I decided to text my girl Rachel. Buttering her up to do a little fuckin, then I leave before she wakes up. She sent me back a photo of herself with the damn dweeb cuddled up in her bed where she rode my dick for hours.

Who knew that whore would fuck that little pussy boy? I didn't care anyways. I never really cared about the relationship, I just liked her tits. I guess I'm finally free from "dating" her. God she was clingy as hell. I'm glad he took her, she'll probably torment the shit out of him.

There was something weird I noticed right away though, the little nerd had a nice ass jawline. Usually itd be kinda recessed and soft lookin, but that shit was hella sharp. Maybe he's been mewing or some shit.

It doesn't fucking matter to me, might beat some sense into that fag tommorow night at the rager.

---

Something is happening girl. I've been feeling down or whatever and I thought it was because of everything, but something big is happening. I was kinda spacin yesterday after that shit with Rach went down– so I didn't notice anything all day, but last night I showed up to the ready to pound some beers down and throw some hands.

Stepping into the house, I saw him- and I felt fear, maybe for the first time since Ethan yelled at the frat for throwing off the girl guy ratio. He looked different, but the same? I knew it was him because he's one of a few Asians at out school, the only one in the frat. He was taller, his skin was completely clear, like he had zaped it all away. He was talking to Ethan, solo cup in his hand, wearing one of his nerdy shirts but it seemed tighter to him. If I didn't know any better I'd've said that he hit the gym by how he was filling that shirt out- and with his buzzcut, somehow a little grown out he looked pretty cute.

I mean- not cute, but like not like the uggo he was a few days ago. He looked over at me and winked. I got so fucking mad I marched over to him, he looked at me expectantly.

"Whaddup CharChar" his voice was different, raspier, deeper.

Ethan laughed "CharChar? That's fucking hysterical bro"

"It's Charlie" I muttered back, fuming.

Conversation lowered as they eavesdropped on us, he was taller than me now– but as my eyes wandered, i realized something else. Ethan was taller than me. Ethan and I had been the same height, I swear.

"Little guy, why are you getting so worked up? Mad I took your girl? She had the time of her life with me, you could never do that, squirt"

As soon as he said that I swear the world got taller, i felt the room be oppressive for the first time. A few people chuckled around me, some were obviously holding their laughter.

"Ugh! Whatever" My voice sounded higher, more flamboyant. But l was sooo pissed I stomped put of there.

The party kept going, a few minutes later he stepped out onto the porch, the wood creaking under his heavier weight.

I felt his hand on my back, it was warm, inviting, I leaned in a little I admit.

His voice came to a whisper "Charlie, I know this is hard for you, but these are the repercussions you get. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner, its hella fun being hot– who wouldve known?"

My mind was spinning, I want to run away, but his voice was so calming. His hand rubbed my shoulder as he pulled me in.

"You and I are the only ones who remember our past, and you're gonna lose those memories once you fully change. So this pain will be temporary. Look, I'm punishing you, but I'm not evil. I'm just turning you into someone current you would hate. Just ride it out, okay?"

He patted my back as he got up, turning away from me.

"So you can join us or mope around. Thats up to you how you want to spend your last days as Charlie, CharChar's gonna take over real soon."

It was reassuring but so scary, I didn't want to change! I like being me.

I left without a word, I'm sure he had the time of his life.

---

A few days had passed, and he was right. Moping didnt help. I've felt so depressed, all I want to do is eat and stay in– which is what I have been doing.

And I swear I'm eating excess calories but i keep losing weight. Maybe I need to stop fighting it, its dragging. The other day my instagram updated itself, photos changed of me and rachel or me with the bros to me by myself, or with a group of girls. And like not in a pimp way but a faggy way. Lol Idk, I feel like I don't really care anymore? I feel sad don't get me wrong‐ but it's more fomo than anything.

---

Im out at this gay bar with the girls and its hella fun! It's hella poppin, a bunch of guys were hitting on me and like I've never taken dick, but I feel pretty confident. Sucked off a guy in the bathroom, made him cum like twice loll. What I get for being such a little cutie I guess. Got a few numbers, had a ki with the girls, and you'll never guess who's here.

MADDOX

AT. THE. GAY. BAR.

Who fucking knew??

Idk the last time I saw him it was awkward as hell but wowww I couldn't stay mad at a hottie. Even crazier, ETHAN was next to him. I lowkey gasped hella loud.

Told the girls and they were talking about how they heard how big he was, apparently one of them had fucked him and it barely fit!

---

The night went on and I was dancing, having a good time, then I felt a pair of hands on my waist. A familiar sensation.

"Hey, looks like you're having fun" I looked up. And up. I know that I had gotten shorter but holy shittt this man was huge as fuck. He wore a slutty little button up, unbuttoned most of the way down. I wanted to like that sweaty little strip of delicious torso so bad.

He smiled, a breathtaking smile. His square jawline so perfectly decorated with little dimples. His hair had grown out into a shaggy little number, and it looked good. Honestly I think he could have a bowl cut and it would look good with that facecard.

"I am" I tried my best to look seductive,"are you and Rachel over?" One of his huge hands was still on my waist, like he was claiming me.

"Oh her? We just fucked that one night, y'know- cazh"

He pulled me closer, his breath a whisper against my cheek– the music was blaring but I felt like I could hear him so clear, like he was the only one in that room "One of your little girlfriends was talking about you."

He smelt amazing, sweaty, floral, but somehow masculine. I felt insane.

"Said you were asking how big I was"

He circled around me as he gripped my waist, pulling me against his crotch.

"Imagine your old dick, what, 6 inches long? Now double that."

If I wasn't hard already I would've made a hole through my pants how quick he got worked up. He continued to grind up on me, one of his hands rode up my abs as his other hand pawed at my zipper. Following what little of my treasure trail was left.

"Soft"

My brain went into overdrive, imagining him fucking me full force, that huge dick all the way up my ass. His huge hands on my waist, guiding my thick ass down onto his cock.

I almost came there on spot, my breathing was heavy as my eyes came out of their trance. Seeing that my girls were cheering me on on the side, some of them clearly jealous.

"Your place?" I mumbled

"Sure"

---

I could not wait any longer, I wanted him now.

In the cab all we did was makeout, he tipped the driver 20 bucks as we stumbled out of the cab.

His place smelt like him, it was heavenly. Clean, tidy, the only signs of life was a small duffel bag that was clearly his gym bag, what I would give to turn that scent into a perfume.

He unbuttoned his shirt as I took him in fully for the first time. He was carved out of stone, vascular lines leading straight to the fun parts. His skin slick with sweat and I swear I saw his pecs pulse bigger. Unzipping his oants slowly, he made sure to give me a show, slowly rubbing his dick through his briefs.

"Hm, 14 inches soft" I looked back down at my dick, in the past week I had lost 2 inches, and now I lost two more. I was puny, his palm alone would completely cover me up.

His desktop was open, a green bar was at 97%, I wanted to read into it but right now I had bigger fish to fry. I've been dreaming of this since I first saw him. Across campus wearing the tightest shirt I had ever seen, stretched across those huge gigantic shoulders. Fuck.

He got to it kissing my neck, his tongue felt so good. My breath hitched as his long fingers explored my body, inches over every little crevice, every hair. Goosebumps would appear wherever he touched.

"Fuck just get into me!" I screamed as he sucked on my sensitive nipples.

He looked up at me, those gorgeous eyes turning predatory as he stood up, switching vantages.

"I'm the one making the rules here." His voice was deeper, - or its always been that deep. It was hard to tell, maybe I was imagining things. All I know is that I felt it in my stomach, his voice. I yelped a little.

He man handled me as he flipped me around on the couch, his thick hands gripping my ass as he spit onto it. His saliva thick. I had came, my pathetic seed shooting over his leather couch.

"Tsk tsk tsk, couldn't wait any longer huh?"

I gasped as the head of his cock has breache my hole, it was the hugest dick I had ever seen, let alone taken. There was this one guy back in freshamn year– but even he didnt come close to this ridiculously hung god.

He drove into me, gripping my ass as he ramped up the pace. Slowly pulling out a little and driving back in, inching his way in. My hole spread wider and wiser and it was painful, but god was it hot, he picked me up effortlessly, his hands supporting me as I looked up at him. He was smiling, of course he was smiling.

My cum dripped down my abs as he took two fingers and scooped it up, putting it into his mouth, sucking them clean as he continued to fuck me.

"Good boy, you taste just how I want"

He wasnt even breaking a sweat, it was like he had endless endurance. He drove into me as he finally made it all the way in. It felt amazing. I could feel his entirety in me, his gigantic balls sticking against my sweaty ass.

"Brace yourself"

I hadn't realized, but in the time that he had picked me up he had fully moved me to the bedroom, barely stopping.

He layed me down on the bed, my head resting near the headboard, a soft pillow keeping my head up. My legs were straight up against his gigantic broad shoulders. He ramped up, going faster and faster, and let me tell you that it was a blur. I remember going for hours, or at least what felt like hours, I finally heard some heavy breathing from him, but that was hard to hear over the squelching and my moaning.

I had cum multiple times at this point, I don't know how, but my little balls keep pumping it out, a constant stream of bliss.

He took it out of me and I was confused, my ass ached, pulsating, begging for him to be back in me. His huge cock was beautiful, vascular, thick, pointed straight up against his washboard abs.

"Wanna show you a trick" his cock continued to pulsate, I don't think he cum once.

"Please, anything" i whimppered, barely able to talk from all the moaning and screaming.

He took his cock in his hand, gripping it fully, i know that my hand would not have been able to do that, and started pumping it. It was so hot, watching his hand slide up and down as it continued to twitch faster and faster. His other hand was behind his back, he was fingering himself.

His neck craned back as he aimed his cock at me,

"3..." he started, his breath heavy.

"2-" immediately he came, torrents of cum all over me. It was enough to coat me completely. And for the last time I had also cum, completely covered by my spunk and his.

He wiped off the tip of his cock, then putting his fingers in his mouth. Cum dripped off his lips as he winked at me. If I wasn't empty already, I would've came another time.

He took care of me, picking me up like a ragdoll as he showered me before we slept.

We didn't talk, just longing eye contact, shared smiles, a giggle here and there, a kiss with shared seed in our mouths.

He was perfect, caring, attentive. I can't believe we had been dating for 3 years now, I don't what I did to deserve such a perfect boyfriend.

In the morning he was out of bed, a huge indent where his body would be. I stumbled outside as the smell of eggs and toast hit my nostrils.

"Good morning sweetie" he smiled.

"Baby", I smiled- itwas all I could mutter out, my voice hoarse from the night's activities.

I glanced over at his computer. A blue bar that said "100% complete" I didn't dare to ask him what it was about, he was a comp sci prodigy and I was just some theatre major- I'd leave hsi techy stuff to him.

[heytopman]

yes.

[dreamertf]

Rebalancing (Part 1)

/ happy pride! Got some requests for a twink tf so here ya go I also think this is my first ever 2 part story, I usually never do that! However the story got incredibly long and so I wanted to give you guys this one slowly ;)

/Straight to gay, the tf doesn't finish until part 2

/tw: use of f slur, misogyny

James hated being a personal trainer. He thought that he would get to hit on all the ladies but they barely came to him. Unbeknownst to him his reputation of being an asshole has dissuaded the general public to his services, the only ones that were willing were gay guys that had a thing for being talked down to. Constantly he would complain about the sissies coming in, but he tried to remain cordial. Although how well he was able to hide his animosity was another story. He admitted that he did feel a bit of a rush whenever a fag would be checking him out, not because he was gay or anything– but because he felt powerful. Like he had these gay men in the palm of his hand. He just wished that some bitches would come get trained by him too.

Recently this guy, Luke, has been coming in to see James, and he was forward- a bit too forward for his liking. It had been a few months and the twink wouldn't stop hitting on him, but he couldn't lose another client. His boss had threatened to fire him if he kept losing clients– so he was stuck. James thinks that Luke knows this and is using it to his advantage.

"God you're so gloomy today Jamesy" Luke said after their first set. James hated when Luke called him that.

"Dont worry about it boy, keep doing your sets"

Luke scoffed, "if you weren't so hot I'd quit on spot ya'know. You treat me like a kid but I'm older than you”

James went quiet. He was so tired of Luke but his boss was watching him like a hawk. Trying to not look at Luke’s face he averted his gaze, looking down at Luke James realized something he’s never seen before– how nice Luke’s legs were. He had seen the twink’s legs plenty of times, it was literally his job to watch his form. Maybe the workouts were finally working out, however for some reason he couldn’t stop staring. 

*snap*

“A little distracted are we?” Luke whispered, “Seems like ol’ James might have a little fruit in the tank after all.”

“What the hell are you talking about, get back to it.”

—

Over the next week James couldn't really explain what was happening to him. No girl was grabbing his attention and usually he would be able to at least settle with some chick for the night. At least he had his bro Tristan to keep him company at the bars.

“Bro I just don't get it, none of these bitches are doin’ it for me lately. I just need to fuuuckkk, a man can only goon so much.” 

“C'mon big guy chill out, I'm sure you'll find someone tonight” Tristan reassured him. Little to James’ knowledge Tristan was bi and had been trying to get with him since they became friends. 

Listening to Tristan he thought about what a good friend he’s been over the years, he felt like he was unfair to him at times– but even then he still stuck by him. He was so loyal, kind, charming, kinda cute, sexy–

Shit.

With Tristan's hand on his shoulder he felt something stir in his pants. He looked down embarrassed. Tristan only took a second to think before immediately taking initiative.

“Do you want me to help you with that?... big guy” Tristan's grip tightened. Immediately James got harder.

Tristan struggled to fully wrap his arm around the shoulders of the taller man, opting to grab James by his waist, “let’s get out of here.” James nodded, bright red.

What the fuck is going on with me, Why can’t I stop?

“Luckily I’m right down the road or we would’ve had to fuck in the bathroom stall” Tristan snickered.

“Shh- not so loud!”

“Please, like everyone didn't see your giant ass dick sticking straight out”

James felt like a complete prisoner in his body. It wanted what it wanted, and right now what it wanted was to fuck his best friend.

—

As soon as the door closed James pushed Tristan onto the couch. He had been hungry like never before, ripping off Tristan’s tight black tank top like he was a gift on christmas eve. His tongue explored Tristan’s body, trailing down from his neck as he grazed his sweaty pecs and abs. Unbuckling his pants, sniffing the musk coming from Tristan’s crotch. 

He was in heaven.

A look of confusion came across James’ face as he looked down at his cock, sure it was sizable but he swore that it looked a little smaller. It didn’t matter right now, he just need to fuck Tristan. Getting on top James slid his cock in between Tristan’s muscular ass cheeks.

“Fuck stop teasing me” Tristan whimpered out.

“You wanna talk about teasing?” James bit back as he reached around Tristan, rubbing his nipples. As he did so he slid into him slowly.

“F-fuck you’re so big…”

“I know, slut”

He started slow, he had never given anal– or received it for that matter. He was scared to hurt Tristan, an instinct he never felt when he was with a girl. He picked up the pace as the heavy sticky sound of his balls slapping Tristan’s ass reverberated through the apartment. Truthfully, it did not take long for James to cum, it was nothing like he had ever experienced, cumming inside his best friend. He soon realized that Tristan had not cum yet as he flipped him around, Tristan’s thick cock pulsating against his abs–  leaking pre. 

He had never given a blowjob before but seeing Tristan absolutely out of breath so compromised sparked something in him. He spread Tristan’s thick muscular thighs apart as he wrapped his lips around Tristan’s head. He played with him a little as he licked the slit up and down, slowly edging the thick cock further down his throat.

“Oh fuck.. Look up at me baby...” Tristan whimpered, his voice hitching like James had never heard before.

With his pleading eyes Tristan swore that James looked, cuter? His eyes were bigger, his eyelashes longer. Even his hair seemed more like a dirty blonde than brown, a little more grown out then he usually had it. James fully took Tristan’s cock in his mouth as he bopped up and down, his hands– a little smaller– wrapped around Tristan’s waist. 

Tristan finally came, James tried to unlatch before– but he was too late. Tristan’s salty seed coming out in ribbons both inside James’ mouth and all over his face. 

“Wow, you look adorable. You’re a natural Jamesy.” Tristan huffed out, ruffling James’ slightly lighter hair.

James got up and cuddled up with Tristan, James taking little spoon– craving the protection of a bigger man. Lusting to be dominated, protected. 

—

As the morning came, sunlight shone through the blinds in streaks. As soon as James opened his eyes he found Tristan sitting in an armchair across from him, a cup of coffee in his hand and on the table. 

“Goodmorning, how do you feel?” 

He was conflicted, but he felt good. James nodded his head. 

“You should probably get cleaned up, you still have a bit of me in your hair.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” His voice was not only higher pitched, but flamboyant. The bro-y tone completely gone. 

James blushed again, never has he felt so small– especially with Tristan. James stumbled into the bathroom rubbing his eyes. He didn’t entirely remember last night but that was okay, he just remembered feeling good. Splashing water in his face he felt rejuvenated, his eyes focusing on the mirror as he shrieked– his voice higher pitched. 

He looked like him, but there were several things wrong. The first thing he noticed was his hair, although the brown was still there in the roots, it looked like his hair had been bleached overnight. His face was softer, not as square. His body was still muscular, although there was definately less mass now.

Tristan rushed in, “WHAT’S GOING ON”

“I look so..” he couldn’t say it, his mouth wouldn’t budge.

“What’s wrong?”

In the mirror behind him Tristan was now taller, not by much but definitely enough to be noticeable considering he used to be taller than him. James broke down crying, falling onto the floor.

“Hey… it’s okay.” Tristan was confused, not knowing why James was being so emotional. He tried to console him, wrapping his muscular arms around James’ now smaller frame.

—

Across the apartment in James’ pants next to the sofa, a light buzz went unnoticed by the both of them.

1 new message + image attachment from; “Client, Luke”

“Heyyy missin u, excited for our sesh today. c u later cutie <3”

[heytopman]

hot twink TF

[misctf]

Hi 👋

How about a jock with easy confidence and charisma with a natural of self with a jealous roommate who turns him into a needy, self ridiculing, anxiety riddled, scared of the world twink.who needs constant reassurance and support from his boyfriend (doesn't have to be the roommate can a jock like he was before) and help making nearly every important thing.

Really fun idea! And definitely on the longer side. Really wanted to capture this one from start to finish. Hope you enjoy it!

The sauna was packed, but Jack barely noticed. Heat, sweat, easy conversation—it was his element. He leaned back against the wood, arms stretched along the bench, grinning as one of his buddies chirped him about moving day.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack laughed. “Gotta go help my new roommate. Bro sounds like a mess over text, honestly. Figure I’ll get him out more, you know? Fix the vibe a little.”

“Fix the vibe,” one of them echoed. “Classic Jack.”

He shrugged, easy. “What? Dude just needs confidence. Not that hard.”

And he believed that. Always had. People overthought everything: how they looked, how they sounded. Jack didn’t. You showed up, you were yourself, things worked out. Keep it simple.

---------------

Jack knew within about thirty seconds that Liam was… a lot. Not bad. Not even unlikable. Just... loud in a way that filled every gap in a room.

"...and this guy was like, ‘I’m not into twinks,’ and I’m standing there like, okay, cool, did you not see my selfie?"

Jack blinked. "Wait... what’s a twink?"

Liam stopped, turned, and gave him a long, exaggerated once-over. "Oh my god. You’re serious?" A pause, then a dramatic sigh. "Honey… you have, like, sooo much to learn."

Jack laughed, a little unsure, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, man, guess I do."

Liam kept going... about guys, about rejection, about how everything always came down to looks. It was constant. Every story circled back to it. Who was hotter, who got ignored, who didn’t measure up.

"You’re overthinking it," Jack said, leaning back against the counter. "Just relax. Be yourself. People like confidence. Trust me, bro!"

Liam paused, looking almost offended, “Must be nice.”

Jack frowned. “What?”

“Not caring what people think.”

Jack shrugged automatically. “I mean… yeah, I guess. Never really thought about it.”

Liam just hummed, like that answered everything.

---------------

Later, in his room, Jack kicked the door shut behind him and tugged his shirt off, tossing it onto the bed without thinking. He glanced at the mirror, just a quick check, same as always. Except… he didn’t look away. His eyes dropped to his stomach. He’d never really thought about it before, not like this. But now the line of hair down his abs stood out more than it should’ve. Darker. Thicker. It broke up the definition in a way that suddenly felt… off. Messy, almost.

Jack ran a hand over it, frowning slightly. “It’s fine,” he muttered, like he needed to say it out loud.

He straightened, flexed a little. Habit. But instead of the usual quick nod and move on, he hesitated. His chest didn’t pop the same way it did at the gym. Or maybe it did. He couldn’t tell. Still, he shifted his shoulders, trying a different angle. Then again. And then he noticed his necklace. And for the first time, he wondered... Is this tacky? Did it look kinda cheap?

Jack let out a short chuckle. “Chill dude.”

---------------

“Glad you agreed to come along.” Jack smiled as they stepped onto the gym floor. “This is gonna be good for you. Build some confidence, get you feeling better about yourself.”

Liam looked around, already tense. “Or I humiliate myself publicly. Love that for me.”

“You’re fine,” Jack reassured with a grin, “Stick with me.”

They started easy, but Liam struggled. Arms shaking, stopping early, constantly glancing at himself in the mirror.

“God, I look awful,” Liam muttered. “Like, actually tragic.”

“Trust me, no one’s looking,” Jack said automatically, "Here, let me show you the right form..."

He grabbed his usual weight, sat down, pressed... and immediately felt it. Heavy. Wrong. His arms wobbled on the second rep, stalling halfway up. Jack’s jaw tightened as he forced it back into place.

"Okay,” He tried to laugh it off, “Off day.”

But when he reached for the weight again, he hesitated. For the first time, he noticed the guy a few benches over. Then another, across the room. Were they watching? Did that rep look as bad as it felt? And suddenly, he was hyper-aware of how he looked.

"You okay?"

"Ye-yea..." Jack mumbled, "Uh, maybe we should just go."

"Oh no! What about my routine?"

"Your routine?"

"I focus on all the right places," Liam explained, "A bottom needs a juicy ass, babe."

"A bottom?" Jack repeated, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Really? You have so much to learn." Liam teased, patting Jack's arm, "Tops need something nice to squeeze while they rail you senseless."

Jack swallowed hard, face flushing slightly at the blunt talk. He glanced away.

"I guess I never really thought about it that way…"

"Well, now you know," Liam said airily, "So humor me, okay big boy? Besides, you could use a good leg day."

---------------

“This is so unrealistic,” Liam muttered.

Jack sat back into the couch, his ass sore from what had to be the fifth day in a row of Liam's gym routine. Meanwhile, Liam was curled into the other side, phone in hand, only half-watching the screen.

“No one just… ends up together like that. Not without a reason.”

Jack huffed a quiet laugh. “You’d be surprised, bro.”

Liam finally looked at him then. Really looked at him, eyebrow raised.

“Would I?”

Jack shifted slightly. “I mean… yeah. Me and Erica, for example. We’re good. No drama, no weird stuff. Just works.”

“Well duh…” Liam shook his head. “You’re tall. You don’t try too hard, which people love. You’re built…” he paused, tilting his head slightly, “…well, you were more built a few weeks ago, but still.”

“What?” Jack blinked and looked down at himself. “I haven’t changed that much.”

“Someone's defensive!” Liam smirked. The two sat in uneasy silence. “You think she’d still be with you if that changed?”

“That’s not...” Jack shook his head. “No... That’s not how it works.”

“Confident!” Liam smiled. “But there’s always a reason.” A small pause. “And it’s usually something you can lose.”

Silence stretched between them, filled only by the movie neither of them were really watching anymore.

“Dude... you overthink this stuff too much.” Jack said, quieter now.

“Maybe,” Liam shrugged.

Jack looked back at the TV, but his focus slipped almost immediately. His mind snagged on something else… something smaller.

You were more built a few weeks ago.

Erica always said this shirt looked good on him, that she loved the way it highlighted his muscles. But now? The fabric wasn't taut against his pecs. Even the sleeves sat different, the cotton no longer hugging his upper arms. Looser. Unimpressive. He flexed subtly, but the movement barely changed anything. No pull, no stretch. His arms were actually… smaller.

“L-O-L! You’re doing it again.”

Jack’s head snapped up, “Doing what?”

“Inspecting!” Liam giggled, nodding toward him. “You've been checking yourself out more."

“I am not!” The words came out sharper- and higher- than he expected, the pitch jumping suddenly before he could catch it. Jack blinked, clearing his throat quickly. “I’m not... I'm just...”

Liam raised an eyebrow, then gave a small, knowing smile.

"I-I'm going to bed." Jack huffed, "See you tomorrow, bro."

---------------

“You're so jittery!” Liam laughed, already pushing the door open. “Aren't these your friends?”

“Yeah, I know, I just... like... yeah.” Jack trailed off, looking down at himself, pulling at the hem of his shirt.

It fit tighter, which would've made Jack happy if it was his shirt. But he borrowed this one from Liam. It stretched taut across his slim torso. And his pants? Tight as fuck from all those glute workouts. Highlighting his ass in a way that would certainly draw attention.

“Yo!” one of his boys called. “There he is.”

Jack smiled, “Hey~! What’s up!?” His voice came out lighter than he meant it to, a soft lift at the end. He blinked, clearing his throat.

Erica stepped in with a smile. “Hey.”

“Hi babe!”

The kiss was quick... and empty. He blinked slightly as he pulled back.

“You good?” she asked lightly.

“Yeah,” Jack said quickly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

One of the guys gave him a once-over. “New look?”

Jack shrugged quickly. “I mean... yeah. Just like... trying something different, I guess.”

Liam slid in beside him. “He looks good.”

“Yeah,” another friend said. “Just… not what I expected.”

Jack laughed, a little too fast. “Okay, wow, rude,” he said playfully, earning a raised eyebrow from Erica.

They settled in, drinks passed around, Liam made his introduction. But as the conversation picked up, Jack felt... off. Same topics. Same jokes. Jack found himself drifting, only half-listening, his attention snagging on other things... how people looked, who was watching who.

“So you still lifting?” someone asked.

“Yeah,” Jack nodded. “Just, like not as heavy. I’ve been doing more, like… cardio? And legs.”

“Legs?” his friend repeated. “Since when do you care about legs?” A couple laughs.

Jack felt his chest tighten. “I mean... people notice a nice ass. Sorry I don't base my whole personality off how much I can bench.” It came out harsh... defensive even.

“Woah dude, I was just joking.” his friend raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, no, I know, I just... yeah.” A small, breathy laugh slipped out.

He took a quick sip of his drink, eyes flicking around the room like he was trying to reset.

Liam nudged him. “Okay, but that guy? The shirt is… not helping him.”

Jack followed his gaze automatically. “Oh my god, yeah,” he said, a sharper laugh slipping out. “And the hairline? Like... pick a struggle.” He blinked right after, like the words had surprised him.

“Dude,” one of his friends cut in, frowning. “You don’t gotta be a dick.”

Jack’s smile faltered. “I’m just joking...”

“It didn’t sound like a joke.”

“Right... yeah. Sorry,” Jack said again, softer now.

The conversation moved on... without him. Jack frowned, leaning back in his chair. Something about his own voice...his tone... himself...felt off. As he quietly withdrew from his friends, something snagged his attention.

“Hey… that guy over there?” he whispered to Erica. “The one in the black shirt.”

Erica frowned slightly but glanced over. “What about him?”

“He’s been, like… looking at me.” Jack said, a little too quick.

She looked again, then shrugged. “I mean… maybe?”

“No, like... he is.” he said, quieter now. Tight but not entirely anxious.

Erica didn’t answer right away. “Do you... want him to be?”

“I mean...” Jack hesitated, a small, almost self-conscious smile tugging at his mouth, “I don’t not want him to be.”

Erica nodded slowly. “Oh...” Jack could see a sudden sadness in her eyes, “I’m... I need to call Jess real quick.”

“Oh... yeah, okay,” Jack said, blinking.

He watched her walk off, something in his chest tightening. When he looked back at the table, the conversation had already moved on again without him.

---------------

Jack replayed it more than he wanted to admit. Erica across from him, arms folded, voice calm in that way that made it worse.

“I don’t think this is working anymore.”

And him... just sitting there. He wanted to say something. Something important... Instead, there was nothing. Just a strange, hollow feeling, like he’d missed something important without knowing when.

"God you've been moping for days!" Liam whined, "Here, throw this on. We're going out."

---------------

"Where are we going?" Jack whined.

"Shhhh you'll see!"

Jack slowed as they got in line, the music bleeding out onto the street, the way people stood a little closer to each other than he was used to.

"Oh my god!” he let out, a quiet, nervous laugh slipping free. “Is this a gay bar?”

Liam just glanced at him. “You’re so cute when you piece things together.”

"Is this why you wanted me to wear this?” he asked.

His tank top clung to him- tight, thin, riding up just enough to expose his stomach. Flat. Smooth. Too smooth. His eyes lingered there for a second longer than they should have. The treasure trail he was used to... gone. Not trimmed. Not shorter. Just… not there. Jack’s brow knit slightly.

Had it always been like that?

The shorts were worse. Short, tight, hugging high on his thighs in a way that made his ass feel fully, undeniably on display. And it was. It wasn’t subtle. It was the point.

“You look good.”

Jack swallowed, voice softer now, that higher, lighter tone settling naturally. “I feel like… totally exposed.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

Jack huffed a quiet laugh as they made there way inside.

---------------

The dance floor swallowed him quickly. At some point, Liam was gone and Jack found himself hovering at the edge, watching, feeling... out of place.

“You new here?”

Jack turned and gawked at the man behind him. Broad shoulders, solid chest, the kind of grounded confidence Jack used to carry without thinking about it.

"Is it that obvious?” he asked.

The guy smiled. “A little.” He held out his hand, "C'mon."

Jack hesitated briefly, but took the man's hand. He was pulled into the crowd, the flashing lights disorienting as the music pressed in around them. Bodies moved close, the space tightening, and suddenly the guy’s hands were on him- firm at his waist, steady, guiding him into the rhythm. Jack followed without thinking too hard.

Then... a squeeze. Sharp, deliberate.

Jack’s breath caught, his body jolting slightly at the sudden pressure on his ass. He shuddered. Looked up at the man. Lips quivering. The guy’s expression softened into something amused.

“Fuck... you’re so cute.” Jack swallowed, heat rushing to his face... but he didn’t pull away. “Is that okay?” the guy asked, quieter now, giving Jack's ass another squeeze.

“…Yeah,” Jack moaned, softer. “Yeah, it’s okay. More than okay...”

And it was. The man smirked.

“You wanna get out of here?”

Jack didn’t look for Liam.

“I... Yeah.”

---------------

The bedroom was dim, warm. Jack stepped inside and slowed without meaning to, suddenly aware again—of his body, of his clothes, of the way the guy gazed at him. Not casually. Intentionally.

“You okay?” the guy asked, stepping closer, voice lower now.

Jack nodded, a little breathless. “Yeah… I think so.”

“Do you want to?” he asked gently. “We can just hang. We don’t have to do anything.”

Jack hesitated. It had felt good... being wanted like that... being touched like that. But the thought tangled uneasily in his chest. He was straight… wasn’t he?

“…Yeah,” he said finally, quieter. “I do.”

The guy studied him for a second, then nodded. “Okay.”

His tank top came off easily, lifted and gone. He felt... vulnerable. Small compared to the man in front of him.

"Fuck... you're cute."

Jack blushed, turning and unexpectedly catching his reflection in the darkened window. His hair held the light differently, the dark brown he knew softened, warmer now, almost blond at the edges.

Since when...

“It's okay.”

The guy’s hand settled at his waist again, grounding him, thumb brushing lightly against his side. Jack blinked, pulling himself back.

“I...” He swallowed. “I’ve never… done anything with a guy before.”

A small pause. Then a slow, almost amused smile.

“Really?”Jack nodded, his breath catching slightly. “You sure you’re okay with this?” the guy asked again, softer this time.

"Yeah,” Jack said, and meant it.

“Good,” the guy murmured. “You really have no idea what you do to people, do you?”

The words landed warmer than they should have, settling somewhere low in Jack’s chest. Then, the guy pulled his own shirt off. Jack’s eyes followed without thinking

"Wow..." Instinctively, Jack’s hand came up, resting lightly against a muscular pec, feeling the heat, the firmness beneath his palm.

The guy smirked and leaned in...

Jack's first kiss with another man was slow at first. The warmth, the pressure... his hand tightened slightly against the guy’s chest as he responded. He giggled when the kiss broke.

The man leaned in again. Their lips connected. Deeper, more certain. It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t confusing. It felt… good. The guy’s hand slid lightly along his side, resting against his bare skin, and Jack felt his breath catch again... but he didn’t pull away.

He leaned into it instead.

It had been a week since he met Paul that night and so much had changed.

“Do you think my hair looks good?” Jack adjusted it again, fingers careful, practiced. It was fully blond now... soft, styled, falling just right. Not effortless anymore. Deliberate, “I think Paul would like it more like… this.”

Liam smirked.

“Oh! Look at these!” Jack turned his head, “I got these. See?” He angled his ears, the small studs catching the light. Flashy. Begging to be noticed. “They’re not too much, right? I just... thought he might…”

Liam watched, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh!” Jack tugged lightly at the hem of his shorts, glancing back. “Look at my ass in these!” A pause, “I want Paul to notice.”

“Oh he'll notice.” Liam laughed.

“Thank god! Like, last time we only kissed! I didn't even get to taste his cock...” He glanced down at his phone again, thumb hovering. “This time, I want him to fuck my brains out. And so like, I need to look good!"

"Poor Jack."

“Now... what about my top...? Like, does it even look good?” Every word felt like it mattered. Every look. Every reaction.

Liam’s eyes flicked over him slowly- taking in the slimmer frame, the softened edges, the way Jack held himself now. Smaller. Careful. A faint smirk pulled at his lips. Jack didn’t notice. He was already looking back at his phone, rereading Paul’s last message.

---------------

"Woah." Paul grinned as he opened the door, "I uh..."

“Hey,” Jack said softly. His eyes betraying his desperate need. Paul’s eyes moved over him slowly, taking everything in: the blond hair, the earrings, his juicy ass.

“I...” he murmured. “You look... amazing.”

Jack flushed, a small, breathy laugh escaping. “You think? I just... I want to look good for you.” He draped his arms over the man's shoulders and nuzzled into his chest.

"You do."

Jack didn’t hesitate this time. Didn’t think. His hand moved along Paul's growing bulge. He licked his plump lips. He'd been practicing, imagining this... obsessing over making Paul feel good.

"I want to gag on it." Jack breathed, "And then I want you to fuck me. Hard. Please..."

Paul smirked and watched as Jack dropped to his knees easily, naturally. Looking up, waiting, searching Paul’s face for approval. The other man wasted no time- quickly freeing his engorged cock.

And Jack felt it then- the validation, that warm, consuming need to be wanted- settle fully into place. He couldn't wait for his reward.

[forthegaze123]

Best Roommate Ever

I woke up to the sound of the dorm shower shutting off and the heavy, wet footsteps of my roommate crossing the room.

Reece.

Even the name still sent a dark little thrill through me every single morning.

He stepped into the main room still dripping, curly brown hair plastered in messy, damp ringlets across his forehead, that signature half-smirk already tugging at his full lips like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked and didn’t give a single fuck. Water and sweat mixed on his skin, turning it into a glossy, golden map of muscle. Those heavy pecs rose and fell with each breath, the deep cleft between them shiny and inviting, dark nipples still tight from the cold water. His abs flexed and rippled as he towel-dried his hair, every ridge and cut standing out in sharp relief. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick root of his cock just barely hidden, the heavy bulge shifting with every step.

“Morning, nerd,” he rumbled in that deep, post-sleep baritone, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d probably been moaning my name into his pillow an hour earlier. He caught me staring and flexed one arm lazily, watching the bicep peak and the veins stand out along his forearm. A bead of water traced down the curve of his pec, caught on the nipple, and dropped onto the floor. “You gonna keep eye-fucking me or you actually getting up today?”

I grinned, cock already thickening under the sheets. “What? I'm just appreciating the view. You look like you got run over by the protein truck again.”

Reece laughed, low and easy, and turned to grab his gym bag. The motion made those massive lats flare and that perfect bubble ass flex under the towel. He had no idea. No clue that a week ago he’d been my balding, beer-gutted, ranting homophobic father. No memory of the slurs, the lectures, the way he used to sneer at anything that wasn’t “normal.” All of that had been scrubbed clean by Chronivac.

Now he was Reece—my 22-year-old, 6'2", 225-pound bi jock roommate who thought we’d been sharing this dorm since freshman year. And he was mine in every way that mattered.

I waited until he left for his morning lift before I pulled out my phone and opened the app again. The interface glowed softly.

Target locked: Reece.

Status: Oblivious.

Reality stable.

I scrolled through the categories I’d already tweaked and felt my cock twitch at the memory of how it had all started.

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What happened exactly? It had been last Friday night.

My dad—Robert—had shown up at the dorm unannounced, same sour expression, same gut straining against his polo, same receding hair and judgmental eyes. He’d taken one look at the rainbow flag sticker on my laptop and launched into the usual bullshit about “real men” and “phases” and how I needed to “fix my shit before it’s too late.”

I’d smiled, nodded, offered him the pull-out couch, and waited until he passed out drunk on cheap beer and self-righteousness.

Then I opened Chronivac.

I’d set the parameters with shaking hands and a throbbing dick.

Name: Reece Thompson.

Age: 22.

Height: 6'2".

Weight: 225 lbs.

Body Type: Competition-ready jock, low body fat, maximal muscle density, tanned skin, thick curly brown hair, handsome face with natural smirk.

I’d spent a long time on the body sliders.

Shoulders: +40%.

Chest: +65% — heavy, rounded, deep cleavage, sensitive nipples.

Arms: 19-inch biceps, thick vascular forearms.

Abs: deep-cut 8-pack with sharp obliques.

Legs: tree-trunk quads, diamond calves, and an ass that would make grown men cry.

I previewed it and nearly came in my sweats at the render.

Cock & Balls: 8.5 inches soft, 10.5 hard, thick as a wrist, heavy low-hanging balls, constant precum production, high sensitivity, refractory period near zero.

Ass: Plump muscular bubble, tight when flexed but soft and greedy when relaxed, prostate hypersensitive.

Libido: Maximum. Always horny. Leaks easily. Gets hard from flexing, from being watched, from my voice.

Personality: Cocky, outgoing, gym-obsessed jock bro. Openly bisexual. Flirty with everyone. Secretly submissive and eager to please only around me—his “nerd roommate.” High confidence, zero homophobia, zero shame.

Awareness: Off. Full reality rewrite enabled.

Apply – Gradual Over 90 Minutes.

I hit that button. Then I sat in the dark and watched my father become my perfect roommate.

It started in his face. The snoring stopped for a second as the skin smoothed. Deep lines around his eyes and mouth faded like they’d never existed. His receding hairline surged forward, strands thickening, darkening, curling into those messy brown waves that now framed Reece’s face so perfectly. His jaw cracked softly and squared out, stubble reshaping into the light, sexy scruff that suited him. His lips parted on a sleepy sigh and settled into that permanent half-smirk. Even unconscious, he looked cocky and fuckable.

His neck thickened next, cords standing out, Adam’s apple more pronounced. When he mumbled something in his sleep it already sounded deeper, smoother, younger.

The chest was the part that made me pull my cock out and start stroking slow and tight.

Under the old polo, his soft tits began to swell. The fabric stretched with a quiet creak. I watched the shape change—fat melting, muscle packing on in heavy, rounded slabs. His nipples pushed outward, darkening, growing sensitive enough that even in sleep one hand drifted up and rubbed across the new chest. The polo rode higher and higher as the pecs inflated, the deep valley between them forming right before my eyes. Throb… pulse… stretch… I could almost hear the tissues remolding. By the time the changes slowed, two heavy, meaty pecs strained the fabric, the outline of those fat nipples obvious. A bead of sweat already glistened in the new cleavage.

His gut followed, shrinking fast. The beer belly caved in with wet, sucking sounds I felt more than heard. Skin tightened. Muscle carved itself into existence—first the top row of abs, then the lower ones, deep cuts appearing between each block until an 8-pack sat where the paunch had been. His waist pulled in, creating that sharp V that arrowed straight down to his crotch. The polo was now comically tight, seams popping one by one with tiny pop-pop sounds as his lats and chest kept growing.

Shoulders broadened with dull cracks, delts capping, traps rising. His arms inflated like someone was pumping air into them. Biceps rounded and split, veins rising to the surface in thick ropes. The sleeves of the polo shredded at the seams with satisfying rrriip sounds. He shifted in his sleep, one new massive arm flopping over the edge of the couch, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from moaning out loud.

Lower body next. His legs lengthened slightly as height adjusted, then packed with muscle. Quads swelled against his pants until the fabric stretched shiny and thin. Calves hardened into diamonds. And that ass—fuck, that ass. It rose and rounded, cheeks firming and lifting into two perfect, muscular globes that pushed the seat of his pants to the absolute limit. Stretch… swell… clench… I watched the fabric ride up between the cheeks as they grew. He was going to have the kind of ass that looked obscene in anything he wore.

The crotch was last and the best. Even asleep, his body knew what was happening. His cock began to lengthen down one thigh, thickening visibly, the bulge growing and shifting. Throb… pulse… thicken… The head pushed against the fabric, forming a clear outline. His balls swelled into heavy, churning orbs that made the fabric tent. Almost immediately the high libido kicked in—dark wet spot blooming at the tip of the bulge as precum started soaking through. His hips twitched. A low, unconscious groan left his new deeper voice. I stroked myself faster, matching the rhythm of his growing cock.

Over the next hour the changes refined. Skin tone warmed and tanned. A light dusting of hair appeared across the new pecs and abs, just enough to catch sweat and make everything glisten. The old clothes morphed—polo and pants becoming a tight black tank and gray gym shorts that barely contained the new body. When he finally stirred and sat up, stretching those massive arms overhead, pecs bouncing and flexing, he looked exactly like the man now living in my dorm.

“Shit, I crashed hard,” he said in that new voice, rubbing his face. The smirk appeared naturally. “Did you just let me sleep on the couch like a fucking animal, bro?”

I played it cool even though my cock was still leaking in my hand under the blanket. “You looked comfortable. Rough night?”

He stood, and the new body moved like it had always belonged to him. Shoulders rolling, pecs shifting, that heavy cock swinging in the loose shorts. “Nah. Just lifted late. You know how it is.” He scratched his abs absently, fingers tracing the new cuts. “Gonna shower. You need anything before I head out?”

I shook my head, watching the way his ass flexed as he walked away. The reality rewrite had already settled. In his mind we’d been roommates since freshman. My dad had “taken a job out of state.” No one questioned it. No one remembered the old version except me.

And I made sure to enjoy every second of the new one.

Over the next few days I made small, delicious adjustments while he was awake and oblivious.

Tuesday afternoon he was in the middle of push-ups on the dorm floor, tank top soaked through, curly hair falling into his eyes. I sat at my desk pretending to study and opened Chronivac.

Chest size +8%.

Nipple sensitivity +20%.

Apply gradual.

I watched as Reece's pecs swell right there on the floor. Each rep made them bounce heavier, fuller. The tank stretched tighter. His nipples, already sensitive from the first round of changes, darkened and pebbled visibly against the fabric. He grunted through the set, sweat dripping from his chin onto the deep cleavage.

“Fuck, pump’s insane today,” he panted, completely unaware that every rep was making his chest grow. By the time he finished, those pecs were noticeably heavier, the tank looking painted on. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and caught me staring. “What? You like the pump too, nerd?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Looks good on you.”

He grinned that cocky grin and flexed both arms, then bounced his pecs deliberately. “These bad boys? Been growing like crazy lately. Must be the new protein shake.” He stepped closer, still breathing hard, musk rolling off him in waves. “You can feel these milkers if you want. Spotter’s privilege or whatever.”

Fuck yeah, I want it.

I reached out and ran both hands over the hot, sweat-slick juicy muscle. They were so full now, so heavy, bulging under my fingers. When I brushed his nipples he let out a soft, surprised nnnghhh and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. He didn’t even seem to notice.

“Sensitive today,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned into my touch, eyes half-lidded. That submissive streak I’d programmed was already showing. “Feels… good when you do it, though.”

I squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter. “Yeah? Maybe I should spot you more often.”

He laughed, low and breathy. “You know what, maybe you should.”

By Thursday I’d added more. Bigger balls. Higher cum volume. Ass sensitivity cranked. And a little extra spice, whenever he was around me and horny, he’d start leaking steadily without realizing it. Reality made sure no one else noticed the wet spots or the constant bulge. Only I got to see how desperate he really was.

That night he came back from the gym looking like a hot mess—curly hair damp, skin glistening, chest pumped and shiny, that smirk in full effect. He dropped his bag, peeled the soaked tank off with a wet schlick, and tossed it aside. Those heavy pecs bounced free, nipples tight and dark. Sweat ran in rivulets down the deep cleft and over the carved abs. He caught me looking and didn’t even pretend to be shy.

“Shower’s all yours if you want it,” he said, but he didn’t move toward the bathroom. Instead he stepped closer, still in those low gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and the massive, half-hard bulge. The wet spot at the tip was obvious now, fabric dark and clinging to the fat head of his cock. “Or… you could help me cool down first.”

I stood up. My own cock was already rock hard. “How do you want me to help, Reece?”

"Hmmmm, I don't know," He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to my bulge and back up. The cocky jock mask slipped just enough to show the hunger underneath. “Been thinking about your hands on me all day. That spot you gave me the other night? Fuckkkk. Couldn’t stop replaying it.” He reached down and adjusted himself, the thick length shifting heavily. A fresh bead of precum soaked through. “You make me so fucking hard lately, bro. Is that weird?”

I stepped in until our bodies almost touched. The heat rolling off him was incredible. “Not weird at all. I like it. You like it.”

His breath hitched when I ran my palms up his sweat-slick chest, thumbs circling those sensitive nipples. He groaned—deep, needy—and his cock jumped, another pulse of precum darkening the shorts even more. “Nngh—fuck, you're right, nerd. I like your hands…”

I leaned in and licked a stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and musk and pure jock. He shuddered, one big hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, not pushing me away but holding me there. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and he actually whimpered, hips bucking forward so that massive bulge pressed against my stomach.

“Bed,” I murmured against his skin. “Now.”

He went willingly, that big body dropping onto the mattress like he’d been waiting for the command. I stripped him the rest of the way and just stared for a second. The cock that sprang free was obscene—thick, veiny, ten and a half inches of throbbing meat, heavy balls drawn up tight, the head already shiny and leaking a steady stream. His ass flexed as he spread his legs for me, hole already twitching.

I took my time. Sucked that fat cock until my jaw ached and his moans filled the room. Schlick… slurp… gluck… He leaked constantly, sweet and salty on my tongue, hips rolling in little desperate circles. When I finally pulled off he was panting, curly hair sticking to his forehead, pecs heaving.

“Fuuuccckkk meeee,” he begged, voice rough. “Pleeeeaseee, roomie. Need it.”

I prepped him slow and thorough, two fingers, then three, watching his greedy hole swallow them. Every brush over his prostate made his cock jump and spurt more precum onto his abs. By the time I pushed inside him he was babbling—cocky jock talk mixed with desperate begging.

“Holyyyy shittt—yeah, stretch me out—FUCK, your dick feels so good in my ass—been wanting this all week—nngh, deeper, bro, please—”

I fucked him hard and deep, watching those heavy pecs bounce with every thrust, abs flexing, curly hair bouncing, that handsome face slack with pleasure. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, smearing precum everywhere. The sounds were filthy—skin on skin, wet squelch of lube and precum, his broken moans, my own grunts. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts and he came with a shout, thick ropes painting his chest, some landing on his own face and in his open mouth. His ass clamped down so hard I saw stars and followed him over the edge, pumping deep inside that perfect, twitching hole.

Afterward he lay there wrecked and gorgeous, cum cooling on his skin, chest still heaving, that lazy post-orgasm smirk back in place. He reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on his pec, then sucked it clean with a filthy little sound.

“Round two in ten?” he asked, already half-hard again.

I laughed, low and satisfied, and reached for my phone where it sat on the nightstand. Chronivac still open. I could already see the next tweaks I wanted—maybe make that cock even thicker, or add a little more submissiveness so he’d beg prettier, or turn up the nipple sensitivity until he could cum just from me playing with his chest.

Reece—my Reece—stretched like a big satisfied cat, completely oblivious, completely mine.

“Whatever you want, roomie,” I said, already sliding the sliders. “I’ve got all night.”

And I did. The Chronivac glowed. His body was already starting to respond again, cock twitching, nipples tightening, that perfect ass clenching in anticipation he didn’t understand.

I smiled and hit Apply.

The night was just getting started.

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Weeks blurred into the best semester of my life. Reece just being a perfect roommate for me in every single way. He's the perfect jock bro who somehow anticipated every need before I even voiced it. He’d wake up early to make me protein-packed breakfasts, shirtless and still sleepy, those heavy pecs swaying as he flipped eggs and hummed off-key. He quizzed me on lecture notes while doing sets of push-ups between my desk and the bed, his pumped chest glistening, that cocky smirk flashing every time I got an answer right. After long nights hunched over textbooks he’d pull me into his lap, big hands kneading the knots out of my shoulders and back until the massage inevitably turned filthy.

And you know the rest of it. He’d fuck me slow and deep right there in the desk chair, one arm braced beside my open textbook, the other stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, whispering encouragement between kisses until we both came in a messy, groaning tangle. And every single time he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for a bi jock to dote on his stressed-out roommate like this. He had no idea how perfectly I’d programmed him to be exactly what I needed.

Exam week hit hard. I was a wreck—eyes bloodshot, shoulders locked, barely sleeping, stress radiating off me in waves. Reece noticed immediately. He didn’t push, just brought me extra snacks, left little encouraging notes on my desk like “You’re gonna crush it, roomie”, and gave me those long, grounding hugs that always ended with his hand sliding into my sweats for a quick, filthy handjob that left me boneless and a little less panicked. This morning he’d kissed the back of my neck before heading out, murmuring, “Text me if it gets too much. I’ve got you.” I thought that was it.

I was already sitting in class, and almost everyone had already left. One exam was over, and two more were left. I took a deep breath as my phone lit up with a message from him.

Reece:

Hey stressed boy. Saw how tense you looked when you left. Figured my favorite nerd needed something to take the edge off before that exam. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got this. I’m so fucking proud of you.

Come home after and I’ll help you celebrate properly. Love you, bro 💪❤️🍆

Attached was a video.

I opened it with shaking hands, already half-hard from the tone alone.

“Figured you needed a reminder of what’s waiting for you when that exam’s over,” he rumbled, voice low and intimate like he was right there in the room with me.

“Been thinking about you all morning, roomie. How haaaarddd you’re working… how gooood you’re gonna look when you ace this shit.” He wrapped his big hand around the shaft and started stroking—slow, deliberate, wet schlick-schlick sounds filling the audio as more precum leaked steadily, dripping onto the tile between his feet. His balls hung heavy and full, swinging with every stroke.

"These are all pumped for you. Wish you were here so I could shove your face between them while you study.” His strokes sped up, the head of his cock flaring, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.

“Gonna cum for you right now, bro. Think about this load painting your chest later… or filling that tight ass after your exam. You deserve it. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” His breathing grew ragged, that handsome face tightening with pleasure, the cocky smirk melting into something raw and desperate. “Nngh—fuck—here it comes—FUCKKKK—watch me, roomie—”

Reece came hard, thick ropes of cum erupting across his abs and up onto those heavy pecs, some splattering his chin and lower lip. He kept stroking through it, milking every pulse, hips jerking, deep groans echoing in the locker room. When it finally slowed he brought the camera back up to his cum-streaked chest and smirked again, licking a stray drop from his lip.

“There. Now go crush that exam like the smart, sexy nerd you are. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”

The video ended on that smirk and those glistening, cum-covered pecs.

I set the phone down, took a deep breath, and turned back to my notes with a small, private smile. The exam suddenly felt manageable. And when it was over, I knew exactly who would be waiting—shirtless, smirking, already half-hard and ready to help me celebrate in the filthiest, most caring way possible.

Thanks to Chronivac, my annoying homophobic dad was nothing but a distant memory. In his place was Reece—my perfect, ridiculously devoted, best jock roommate ever who somehow always knew exactly how to take care of me.

And I was never letting him go.

[heytopman]

Listen….

I’m a fan of AI photos that further the plot of a story (bonus you’re not using someone’s likeness). I’m even a fan of some dumb-fun AI videos…but just posting photos? Come on people. Have a BIT of creativity here. Write a caption for gods sake! Try to DRAW yourself! Support someone with a dollar on ko-fi/patreon. Do SOMETHING.

Am I alone here?

No, rock on!

Yes, fuck off!

Voting ended onMay 25

[onelittlespiral]

You should make a top to bottom story!

FML: Worship

He had always been a great gym crush. When I was getting my pump, he would consistently be just a few machines over. His fiery hair and muscles glistened as he moved through his reps. I always worked a little harder when he was there, even though I knew it wouldn’t work. We had hardly ever exchanged words, but the few we had let me know he was straight as an arrow. I was a stacked guy myself, and I knew that there were countless twinks who would fawn over the chance to get with all this:

But I wanted him. I started slowly working up the nerve to talk to him, and was shocked to learn he knew my name

“Yeah man, I’ve seen you round here. You’ve got some sick gains, you’ve got to let me know your routine!”

From there, I decided to make a plan to ensure he would become mine.

I found a video that promised to create a “Gym Bro to Perfect Sub” out of any guy who watched it. It’s description promised that a single whiff of their dom would leave them madly in love and obedient. I told him that we should meet up at my place for some prep before hitting the gym together tomorrow. He was happy to oblige.

When he came over I quickly welcomed him in and ushered him to the couch. He sat patiently as I told him I had a tutorial for the routine set up to show the proper form. I cued up the video and left the room, turning back just to make sure it was all going according to plan. In just a few seconds, he was grinning stupidly as he fell under the spiral’s control.

As he fell deeply into a trance, the programming began:

You put in so much work bro. You should lean back and relax.

Intuitively, he leaned back on the couch, putting his feet up and hands behind his head. He had been really overworked the last few weeks.

Sit back and feel your body. Notice the feeling of muscle squeezing. Smell your body radiate heat and sex through stale deodorant. Feel the power you have. The power to change the world around you.”

He grinned as the feeling of masculinity flowed through him. He felt his muscles ache from yesterday’s workout. He had banged hard the night before and his musk was definitely not being held back by yesterday’s Axe. But the ladies loved it. He could pull just about any chick he wanted, do anything he wanted. He was a king.

You think about the person you see yourself as. But that’s not quite true, is it?

What? Nah man, he knew he was the shit. He was… he was… wasn’t he?

That’s not who you are. That’s who you could be.

As his self-perception popped, his body began to follow suit. His mature scowl began to take on a more boyish smirk. His once imposing stature shrunk down as he felt a bit more awkward and out of place. He still had potential though. Plenty of time to grow. He still worked religiously on his body to keep it plenty strong.

That’s the kind of men you look up to. Big powerful biceps. Pecs firm. Asses bubbly and tight. Cool, assertive personalities. Thick dicks to back it all up.

Y…no… yesss. That’s right. How silly of him. His arms deflated from buff to, generously, toned. His pecs shrunk down into his chest. His glutes lost tone as they became firm but small. His body sweat at the effort of losing years of hard work as muscle evaporated off of him.

This isn’t even the man you want to be. This is the man you want to be with.

At this moment, his mind flicked to his new mentor. He was promising to show him how to get shredded like him. The way his muscles glistened as he worked out… The way he towered over small guys like himself… The way his hair curled around his pecs and into those pits and captured his raw smell…

A hard on quickly developed, throbbing at the new feelings of lust. He began gently rubbing, imagining how good it would feel to pound his crush’s ass as any memories of straight life began leaking out his tip.

Men like that don’t need competition. They need relief from all the gym bros. They want a little bro. A boy toy.

All at once the need moved from his pole to deep inside. A deep itch he could never reach. A high pitched moan escaped as his ass felt so empty and needy. His thoughts of topping were drained away as he felt his ass reshaped to take cock. Any fight left in him melted away as the need to be fucked consumed his mind.

They deserve worship. They demand obedience and submission.

His mind, effectively broken at this point, slowly began to rebuild itself with one goal in mind. To bring pleasure. To serve. To feel a man use him as a tool for pleasure. He needed to submit. The spiral pushed on.

Good boy. You are ready for your new purpose. Your big, smelly gym bro will walk in soon and come to claim you. As his presence envelopes you, you will see him as yours. You will serve him so well and he will take care of you in turn.

He was ready. His mind emptied of any remaining thoughts but service and pleasure.

Good Boy.

His brain felt a warm wave of joy flow over it. He wanted to behave.

So submissive.

God he needed his dom, he needed to submit.

Perfectly happy, dumb, ready to serve.

Yeah, sooooo… happppppy… so… empty…

Now wait.

I walked into the room to his mouth still stuck agape, mind empty and happy. As my feet hit the floor, he came to, and looked over at me. I could feel his gaze trace my body as just my presence began to change his brain chemistry. “Get over here boy. ”

“Hiiii… oh god… fuuuuuck”

I walked over, picked him up off the couch, and pressed him against the wall.

“Yeah babe, take it all in. You’re much cuter. Daddy has been waiting far too long for this. I want you on this dick now,” I growled.

I watched as his mind was overtaken again, the programming taking over as my scent consumed him and my fur pressed against his body. His gaze was pure longing as he savored the scent that would become his world.

“Yes sir.” His breath was quick and heavy as his small hard on pressed against my stomach. He was drooling over my body as his tongue rolled out his mouth. He practically melted in my embrace, perfectly submissive.

“Good.” I carried him to the bed room, ready to give my new boyfriend the workout I had promised.

[octuscle]

The Transformation of the Hockey Hunk

Yo, bros and broettes, lemme kick this off real quick. Look, this kinda wild, twisty story ain't exactly my usual vibe – I'm more into straight-up action or chill vibes, ya know? But hey, a mate hit me up with this request, and he's the one who hooked me up with the pics too. So, for my bro, I'm divin' in. Buckle up, here's the tale:

Nick was the epitome of a brutal hockey warrior. His body, a colossus of 1.95 meters of steel and 110 kilos of pure muscle power, was covered in scars from hard checks and bloody brawls on the ice. His presence alone made opponents tremble—a dominant bull of a man who struck with a grin and then added another for good measure. But behind this facade simmered a forbidden desire. Nick craved something intimate, rebellious: a Prince Albert piercing. He'd read about it in dark online forums—a thick ring through the sensitive glans, meant to give him a feeling of ultimate power and hidden sensuality. "This will make me even harder," he whispered to himself, as he lay in bed at night, his hand gliding over his massive, throbbing cock, which stiffened at the thought of the pain and ecstasy.

On a gloomy, rainy afternoon, he sneaked into the piercing studio, his heart pounding in his throat. The piercer, Jax, a muscular guy with tattoos snaking like serpents over his arms, eyed Nick with a knowing grin. "A PA? That's for the real tough ones. Pull down your pants and lie down." Nick obeyed, his cheeks flushing with arousal and shame. His cock, thick and veiny, lay there like a weapon, half-erect from the mere anticipation. Jax disinfected the sensitive skin, the needle gleaming menacingly. Nick clenched his teeth, stared at the ceiling, tried to control his breathing. But as the needle pierced the skin, a firestorm of pain exploded in him. His muscles cramped, sweat beaded over his body, and then… nothing. Blackness. He passed out, his massive body collapsing like a felled tree.

When he came to, blinking, his head throbbed, and Jax dabbed his forehead with a damp cloth. "Damn, buddy, you blacked out. Couldn't do the PA—too risky if you're out. But I gave you something as an apology. Check it out." Nick sat up, his gaze wandering downward. No ring in his glans. Instead, a delicate, pink rhinestone sparkled in his navel, embedded in the hard contours of his abdominal muscles. The stone glittered provocatively, catching the light and throwing it back like a lure. "What the hell is that? Take it out right now!" Nick roared, his voice a thunderous rumble. Jax shook his head. "Let it heal, or it'll get infected. You can remove it in two weeks. And hey, it suits you—makes you… more attractive." Nick stormed out, cursing and humiliated. A glitter stone? That was something for slutty girls, not for a guy like him. Yet on the way home, he felt the stone gently rubbing against his skin, a soft tickle that inexplicably aroused him.

At home, he stood naked in front of the mirror, his hand gliding over the stone. It sparkled invitingly, emphasizing the defined lines of his abs, making his hard body softer, more feminine. "Fuck it," he muttered and tugged at it, but a surge of lust shot through him—not pain, but something hot, forbidden. He really wanted to get rid of it. But instead, he lay down on the bed, stared at the stone, and let his fingers wander deeper. His cock, usually a proud giant, reacted differently—it got hard, but it felt… submissive. He jerked off slowly, imagining how the stone marked him, turning him into something else. The orgasm came quickly, intensely, leaving him panting and confused.

The change crept in like a sweet poison. First, the legs: Nick bought a shaving gel scented with vanilla and shaved them in the bathroom, the water running over his smooth thighs. The skin felt silky, sensitive, as if every touch was an electric shock. He pulled on his hockey pants, and the friction of the fabric against the smooth skin made him hard during training. Then the showers: He used to show off naked among the guys, presenting his body like a trophy. Now he waited until everyone was gone, showered alone, letting the water pearl over his body, the stone in his navel glistening. He started using conditioner—expensive rinse with lavender scent, making his hair soft and shiny. His mane now fell in gentle waves, and the scent clung to him like perfume.

The teammates noticed it right away. "Hey Nick, you smell like a whore from the salon! Got a new bitch feminizing you?" they hooted in the locker room, slapping his ass. "Or are you our new pin-up girl with the glitter?" Nick laughed along, but inside, it burned. The humiliation aroused him. After training, he sneaked into the toilet, locked the stall, and pulled down his pants. His cock, once so dominant and large, seemed to shrink—not really, but in his perception, as if it was diminishing under the weight of his new desires. He stared at the rhinestone, sparkling in the neon light, and jerked off frantically, imagining how the guys would use him. His fingers slid deeper, circling his entrance, and the orgasm made him moan, cum splattering against the wall.

The more it happened, the more submissive he became. On the ice, he lacked the bite—instead of striking, he dodged, let himself be pushed, and it turned him on to be dominated. At night, he chatted secretly with Alex, his best buddy on the team: "Hey, just a fantasy… Would you fuck me hard? Use me like a cheap whore?" Alex hesitated at first, but then, after a tough game, in the steamy locker room, it happened. Alex cornered him, pulled down Nick's pants, and stared at the glittering stone. "You're really turning into a little slut," he murmured, his hard cock pressing against Nick's ass. Nick gasped, spread his legs, and Alex thrust in—hard, raw, without lube. The pain mixed with pleasure, Nick's own cock dripping with arousal as Alex took him, his hands clawing at Nick's hips, touching the stone. "Feel that? You belong to me now," Alex grunted, and Nick came without touching himself, his body shaking in ecstasy.

From then on, Nick became the team's secret fuck mare. It started with Alex, who fucked him in the locker room after every training session, closing Nick's mouth around his cock while the scent of sweat and lavender filled the air. Then Tom, who took him in the team bus, draping Nick's smooth legs over his shoulders and thrusting deep inside, Nick's shrinking cock bobbing helplessly. Soon everyone knew—they shared him like a toy. In group sessions, they surrounded him, one in his mouth, one in his ass, hands everywhere, pulling at the piercing that was now his trademark. "Our glitter fuckpiece," they whispered as they filled him, his body slick with sweat and cum. Nick loved it—the humiliation, the surrender, the feeling of being used. His cock really shrank, became more sensitive but less dominant; he only came now when he was taken.

Finally, he couldn't stand the hockey life anymore. "Too brutal, too masculine," he told the coach and quit. Instead, he applied to the cheerleader team. In a skimpy pink skirt that barely covered his smooth ass, with sparkling pom-poms and the rhinestone peeking out under the crop top, he danced on the ice rink's edge. His movements were lascivious, hip-swaying, inviting. The fans stared, whistled, and his old teammates grinned knowingly, waiting for him in the locker room after games. Nicky was transformed—from a hard warrior to a submissive, erotic cheerleader mare, reveling in her new role, ready for anyone who wanted her.

But that wasn't the end. Nicky discovered a new passion: activism. He came out publicly as gay, embracing his twink status with pride—the slim, smooth body, the feminine features, the glittering stone as a symbol of his awakening. He became a gay twink activist, marching in Pride parades in skimpy hotpants and crop tops that showcased his navel stone. His speeches were fiery, erotically charged: "I was a tough guy, now I'm your horny mare—and I fight for the right to be fucked however I want!" He organized workshops on queer sexuality in sports teams, where he detailed his experiences, demonstrating with props how to become submissive. At night, after the demos, he let himself be taken by activist colleagues in group orgies, where he was the center, his body a banner of liberation. His small, sensitive cock dripped with every thrust, and he came screaming as they filled him. Nicky became a star in the community—a symbol of transformation, lust, and struggle. He posted selfies on social media, naked except for the stone, with captions like "From Hockey Hero to Twink Dream—let's fuck the world!" His followers grew, and he traveled through cities, spreading his legs for the cause, always submissive, always horny.

[scruffman1]

[twisted-talez]

“I’ve got your AC unit kicking again,” the bearded repairman announced, coming into my house after tinkering outside for over an hour. Mike was sweaty as fuck, his chambray work shirt unbuttoned in a futile attempt to cool down on the 98-degree day, his chest hair matted with sweat. The only thing hotter than the weather that day was my desire to get railed by this guy. 

“I’m just gonna hang around a little longer,” Mike informed me. “I need to take a few readings once the unit gets going and make sure it’s pumping out cool air for you.”

“Can I get you anything?” I offered, stopping myself from offering up my ass to him. “A cold glass of water?” 

“Christ, a glass of ice water would be wonderful,” he smiled, wiping his sweaty brow with the back of his forearm. 

Leading him into the kitchen, I filled a large glass with ice and then cold water from the tap before handing it to him. I fixed myself a glass, too, needing to cool down in my own way. 

“It’s a sick twist of fate that AC units always give out on the hottest day of the year,” Mike shared, gulping down the water, filling up the glass again from the kitchen sink. “It’s hot as fuck out there.”

“You certainly look hot,” I observed, not shying away from the ballsy pun, my eyes traversing his incredible body. “You want to use my shower while you wait to check the unit?”

“That would be great,” he smiled broadly. “You’re my last repair of the day, and my wife hates when I come home all sweaty and stanky.”

“That’s a shame,” I shook my head. “I love me some man funk.”

“What—?” he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t clock you as—”

“A faggot?” I interrupted. 

“I was going to say gay,” Mike laughed. “My mama taught me better manners than to use that word.”

“Mmm—I love me a mama’s boy,” I licked my lips. 

“Now cut that out. I’m a married man,” he admonished playfully, placing his emptied water glass on the counter. “Now where’s that shower you promised?”

“Right this way,” I led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. Passing through my bedroom, the tour ended at the roomy shower in my bathroom. 

“There’s plenty of shampoo and body wash in there,” I gestured into the shower. “And fresh towels on that shelf over there.”

“Looks good,” he smiled, tossing his sweat-soaked shirt onto the tiled floor. I watched as he unzipped his pants with zero modesty, peeling them off his sweaty body, his massive cock hanging between his hairy thighs. 

“Yeah, it’s a big one,” Mike winked, not oblivious to my stare as he gave his big dick a quick tug. 

“I—uh—I’ll just leave you to it,” I turned to leave the bathroom. Although I had flirted unabashedly with this sexy hunk, I didn’t want to deal with the rejection that would undoubtedly follow from offering up my ass to a happily married man. 

“Where you going?“ he called out to stop me as he reached to turn on the water. “You’re not going to join me in this big shower? Isn’t that why you asked me up here—to get me off?”

“You—you want to play around with me?” I asked, shocked that my sordid fantasy was becoming a reality. 

“No, I don’t want to play around with you,” he clarified, stepping into the shower. “I want to fuck you. Now get your ass in here with me.”

Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes just in time before his muscular arm reached out and pulled me into the shower with him, the water enveloping our bodies. “I’m just a bit surprised that you fuck guys,” I confessed. 

“When I was training to be an AC repairman,” Mike explained, soaping up his hairy chest with body wash, “nobody warned me that customers would proposition me all the time. Desperate housewives, horny gay dudes. It’s outrageous how often I’m offered easy sex while on the job.”

“Well, you’re hot as fuck,” I remarked, watching as he soaped up his huge cock, wondering how long before it would be inside me. “You’re kinda irresistible.”

“Thanks,” he smiled bashfully. “But for the longest time, I always turned down the frequent offers for sex. I’m married. I wasn’t looking to cheat on my wife.”

“Then what changed?” 

“About a year ago, my wife and I had argued over something trivial. She then held out on me for a few weeks—not giving up her pussy in retaliation,” Mike shared. “And I was on a repair job when a gay dude offered up his ass to me—fucking begged me to rail him.”

“And so you railed his ass?”

“Nah, I didn’t just rail him,” Mike smiled deviously, his soapy cock growing rock hard before my eyes. “I fucked the ever-living shit out of him.”

And then it was like a switch had been flipped. Mike suddenly pulled me into him, his hairy body pressed against me as his muscular arms encircled my body. His hand moved down my back, traveling over my rounded ass until his soapy finger found my eager hole. 

“Damn, you’re tight,” he marveled, his breath hot at my ear, his thick finger working my hole, readying me for him. 

“It’s—it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” I admitted sheepishly. “I really don’t hookup all that often.”

“I don’t believe you. A hot, little stud like you?” he withdrew his finger. “Well, I’m gonna make sure to fuck you extra good in that case.”

And then Mike spun me around, his strong arms pushing me up against the shower wall, my face pressed against the cool tiles. His hands went to my hips, digging into me as his rounded cock head found my puckered hole. And then he shoved inside me. 

“FUCK,” I screamed, my hole torn in two, his huge cock a red-hot fire poker in my bowels. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he gloated, smacking my ass with his open palm. He then shoved deep within me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. 

Brutally, he began to fuck me. His big dick routed my depths as he pummeled my hole at a frenzied pace. I braced my hands against the shower wall, trying to absorb the shock of his force. Over and over he pounded his body into mine, ravaging me. 

And then it happened, a second penetration occurring within me, a sudden shockwave of pleasure coursing through my body. “I felt that,” Mike remarked, his meaty cock head pushing past my inner-sphincter. “I can tell I’m getting you good.”

It was more than good—it was fucking insane. My eyes rolled back into my head, Mike’s cock battering inside my deepest void. My cock was rock hard, a pressure building within me. Instantly, my body began to convulse, my balls throbbing for release as Mike continued to abuse my guts. 

“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock pulsing rapidly, my thick load spraying against the tiled wall, rapidly traveling towards the shower drain. 

“Damn, that’s hot,” Mike remarked, my sphincter gripping him rhythmically from within as my load continued to discharge. “I love when I can make a dude shoot his wad with my dick inside him.”

Riding my orgasm, Mike began to zero in on his own climax, jackhammering the shit out of me. “Breed me,” I begged, his big cock swelling inside of me, expanding against the walls of my fuck canal. “Shoot that load in me.”

“You’re about to get it,” he warned, his hands moving to my shoulders as his cock began to throb within me. “OH FUCK,” he barked urgently. “Here it comes—YEAH—YEAH—FUCK.”

It felt like a firehose was blasting my bowels as his cock discharged within me, his load spewing into my void. “Mmm, yeah, seed me,” I moaned, a warmth emanating from deep in my body he flooded my guts. 

I wanted to revel in that moment forever—the feeling of this hunky man inside of me, his big cock spreading his seed within me. But all good things must come to an end. 

“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Mike pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load gushing out of my gaping hole. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.”

“Thanks,” I replied, my abused body sliding down the shower wall, sinking to my knees as I tried to catch my breath. His copious load continued to exit my wrecked hole, chasing my own load down the shower drain. 

“It feels nice and cool out here,” Mike observed, stepping out of the shower, his spent cock swinging between his hairy thighs. “Your AC is definitely working again,” he reached for a clean towel and began to dry himself. 

“Great,” I replied, forcing myself back onto my feet as I turned off the water and tried to exit the shower on my wobbly legs. “I’m glad you got it fixed.”

“I often suggest our annual maintenance plan to keep your AC unit in working order,” Mike handed me a towel. “But I’m thinking you might require maintenance a little more often than that.”

“Oh really?” I ventured, toweling myself dry. “How often do you think?”

“I think you need weekly maintenance,” Mike smiled deviously. “And maybe I oughta give your unit one more deep probing right now,” he pulled me out of the bathroom and towards my bed. “I want to make sure you’re a happy customer when I leave here today.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

[heytopman]

not often a non-fantasy story gets me going

[joshslater]

Phantom Snuggles

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I was really freaked out that night when it happened for the first time. I had some hazy memory of what had happened earlier that evening, but didn’t connect the events until later. He had thought I had disrespected his boyfriend and came over to “talk”. I was like “whatever man”, but I didn’t want to create a scene. Then he begun saying weird things, shook my hand in a weird way, tapped my shoulder, and I was really out of it. When he left 40 minutes, 50 minutes, an hour later, the only thing I really remembered was his promise I would never sleep alone again. I probably sat there dazed for another 15 minutes or so, mind void of thoughts, before I came to my senses and realized I had to leave.

The rest of the evening was unremarkable, as I don’t remember anything out of the ordinary until after I had gone to bed. As I tucked myself in, I could feel someone brush up against me. I jumped out of bed, of course, but there was no one to be seen. Being sure I had just imagined it and overreacted, I went to bed again, with the same result. Someone behind me rested his hand on my hip. I was terrified. I didn’t dare to move, barely breathing. My reading lamp was still on, shining a light on me and the room. Slowly I turned my head to get the hand resting on me into my field of view. There it was, the hand of a man, and a muscular forearm. I could feel his breath against my neck, his body gently touching mine, radiating heat. Since he wasn’t moving except for the slow movement of his chest with his breathing I slowly worked up the courage to jump out of bed.

I bolted out of the room and slammed the door shut, and held the handle ready to fight him to keep the door shut. But nothing happened. Not a single sound. I stood there for what must have been ten minutes, but felt like ages, pumping adrenaline through my veins. Several times I was just about to peek, but immediately second-guessed that he would expect that and attack. On the other hand I couldn’t stand there all night either, so I slammed open the door, hoping to strike him should he be standing close. It didn’t hit him, but he was nowhere to be seen either. Was I going mad?

Carefully I looked under the bed, in the wardrobes, all the time anticipating to be jumped, but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. I was seriously freaked out. With the door carefully closed and the room swept for stray men, I slowly got back in bed. I laid on my back looking around the room. I saw no movement. I reached for the reading lamp switch and plunged the bedroom in darkness. Not a single sound, except for my own breathing.

I slowly turned on my side to fall asleep when an arm snaked in under my arm and started to gently stroke my chest. I was going mad. That was the only explanation. Some sort of sleep paralysis, but instead of witches sitting on your chest or aliens keeping you locked in beams I got a phantom dude spooning me. Somehow that was a reassuring explanation. There wasn’t any feeling of ill intent that everyone talks about in sleep paralysis, and I had no problems jumping out of bed when I wanted. Not so far at least. Indeed when I shifted position my imaginary friend accommodated me, mostly. While it was weird as hell, eventually fatigue won out and I fell asleep.

He, it, the illusion or whatever was gone when I woke up. As unsettling as it had been, I didn’t actually dwell on it during the day. It wasn’t until I was back home, when I walked through the door the possibility of it happening again occurred to me. That’s when I recalled the guy from the day before. How he had told me I wouldn’t sleep alone again. Had he hypnotized me to imagine sleeping with someone? That felt like the most plausible explanation, as far fetched as it was.

When I went to bed that evening I could feel the body heat even before he touched me. They were strong hands and strong arms. Very masculine, but they treated me tenderly. It was weird as hell, for sure, but it also felt kind of nice to have my own personal ghost, even if it was all in my head. I smiled faintly in the darkness and told him good night. I jumped out of bed, tripped, and hit myself in the darkness when he answered with his own “Good Night.” I sat still on the floor, as I had landed, again straining my ears for any sound. As the day before I couldn’t hear anything. The voice had sounded like someone my age, but distinctly different than my voice. I slowly got up and turned on the ceiling lights from the switch by the door. The room was empty, of course.

I turned out the lights again, walked to my bed, and lied down. It took a minute before I could feel him again. Barely touching me this time. “I’m sorry” he then said, just behind my head. How deep was this delusion, I wondered, and turned over facing him in the dark.

I could feel his presence in all of my senses, except for sight in the darkness. He didn’t use any cologne or anything like that, and while he didn’t smell like sweat exactly, there was a smell of warm man. Perhaps that was the smell of sweat, but not the working hard, sitting in sun kind. I reached out with my hand, not very far, and touch him on his chest. He was almost still, but I could feel the slow heaving of a muscular, manly chest. This was too weird. I rolled back and decided to try to sleep instead. This was all in my head, and the more I engaged, the worse it would be.

It became the new normal. All through the week the figment of my imagination would appear when I was about to fall asleep, lying just next to me. Usually he would be very still, perhaps put a hand on me, or an arm around me. One time he hugged me from behind for a while. As weird as it was I didn’t try to stop it, not that I knew what I could have done. Medications perhaps, but that would mean having to admit to a doctor I imagine myself sleeping with a dude every night. Just that alone sounds super gay. Add to that trying to explain that someone somehow did this to me through hypnosis. It doesn’t sound plausible, let alone treatable. And to be honest I didn’t hate it. It felt like someone cared for me, even if it was just my narcissistic subconscious mind.

I don’t know exactly when it started, because it probably slowly built up over time, but by the third week my imaginary sleeping buddy was definitely getting frisky, rubbing me, teasing me, and grinding me from behind. He knew exactly what buttons to push to edge me, making me fall asleep horny and wake up with a raging boner. I had to start the day with a wank in a cold shower. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed so much so regularly before in my life. I do know exactly what happened on that Wednesday evening, however.

It started like every evening when I went to bed. His arms around me, touching me all over. I was expecting it by now. He began playing with my nipples, which he had done a few nights ago, but somehow felt like more deliberate this time, like he was working towards something, and not just letting me slip into coma aroused. I was as hard as I had ever been when I felt one hand move down my briefs. He didn’t give me a handjob exactly, but a series of pulls and squeezes and more. I can’t really remember, because I was lost in bliss. I dreamt I was shooting load after load of cum, and come Thursday morning it was apparent it hadn’t been a dream. At least not the cumming part.

I realized over the next week that if I went to bed wearing underwear I would be pushed to cumming, whereas if I went to bed naked I would just be driven horny beyond belief and wake up with a massive hardon. By mid week I had decided to sleep naked every night. I wasn’t sleeping bad, but it felt like I was never not horny. I would wake up with a stiff rod and start the day with a shower and thorough wanking. It would then immediately start to build throughout the day. I would find myself daydreaming about being touched, hugged, groped, having his breath in my neck, his warmth against my skin, his muscular arms around me, and the scent of musk and sweat teasing my nose. Every time I brushed up against some guy, or stood close enough to smell him, or even looked at some larger than average arms I would get hard. Sometimes, often in fact, I would get a hardon without even knowing why.

Late afternoon before dinner, if I hadn’t already, I would be in such a state I just had to find a private place and do a proper handjob. By the time I was heading to bed I would usually do another one, just to be a bit chill going to bed. Perhaps that was a bad idea, since my ghostly night visitor would then bring me all the way back up to super horny.

Amazingly I still didn’t think of myself as gay, despite it probably being obvious to anyone who didn’t already know me. That illusion was smashed Friday the following week. We had been out on a classic pub crawl, me and the usual group. I hadn’t been out much the past few weeks, as my sleeping situation was weirding me out, but I felt I had it under control. Things were not as they had been though. I noticed my eyes wander in ways they hadn’t before, noticing Ricks sun tanned clavicle showing through the opening of his loose shirt. Noticing how wide Marcus’ arms had gotten. Noticing Eric’s dimples and freckles. Thankfully the more we drank, the less conscious about it I became. I don’t know if it made me actually focus on other things, or if it just made me oblivious to what I was doing and perhaps more obvious to others. At least they were just as drunk as me.

I was pretty unsteady by the time I got home. I drank some water, threw all my clothes in a pile, plugged the phone into the wrong cable, and threw myself into bed. I was greeted almost immediately by a sloppy kiss on my neck. It felt like I needed the embrace of my ghost after such a cocktease of a night. He didn’t disappoint and went straight for all his greatest hits. I scooted back just an inch to get him closer and feel his cock massage against me. “You want this, don’t you?” he said in a low rumble, not quite a whisper. In my drunken state I just responded with a simple “Yes”.

I could feel the ghost dick moving around my ass, teasing for minutes before it unannounced penetrated me for my first time. I don’t know what I had expected, but this felt so much more than I had anticipated. Not in a bad way though. My dick had swung between hard and semi-hard all evening, finally had the room and the permission to swell into all it could be. I wanted more, and he continued with careful thrusts, a little deeper every time. It was like there wasn’t just one asshole, but several on a row inside, breached one after the other, until finally it hit what I assumed was the holy grail of ass fuckery, the prostate.

When I woke up, too early, parched, and hung over I immediately recalled what I experienced. With thunderous headache I climbed out of the bed to survey the damage. There was cum, for sure, but worse stains than that. Was it called santorum? I reached behind and felt between the ass cheeks, and to my disbelief found a gooey mess of shit and what looked like semen that couldn’t possibly be mine. How the fuck could this happen?

Despite my instincts I had a shower, had a quick change of sheets, and went back to sleep for a good four more hours before I woke up again, starving. The pile of soiled sheets on the floor a reminder that something really fucked up was happening to my life. That and the raging boner that was my new morning normal, though it was more like lunchtime now.

I felt weird all rest of the day. Not so much for what had happened but because of what it meant. Was this the new normal now, being ass fucked and filled with ectoplasm by something that was less and less likely to be a figment of my imagination? I decided to do some desperately needed laundry and to ignore my dick, despite it insistently beckoning for attention. It had gotten more this past month than probably all my previous life combined. It was time to take control.

To my surprise, as I went to bed that evening, there was no imaginary friend embracing me. No belly rubs, no twisted nipples, no nudges in the neck, no scent of man, or radiating body heat. My dick felt like a rotating emergency lamp, calling out of attention. I twisted and turned for probably two hours before I found my phone, plugged it in just in time for it not to die, and downloaded every gay app I’ve ever heard of. There must be someone just as desperate nearby, because whoever he was that did this to me, he was right. I would not sleep alone ever again.

[heytopman]

Hot.

[misctf]

Cocky straight guy becomes a twink trophy boyfriend

He spots her across the living room before anyone else really registers she’s arrived. New face, effortless confidence—his kind of challenge. He takes a second, smooths his shirt, then crosses the room like he already knows how this ends.

“Hey,” he says, easy smile, leaning just enough to feel close without crowding. “You look like you’re deciding whether this party’s worth staying at.”

She glances at him, amused but unreadable.

“I was,” she says. “Still am.”

He chuckles, unfazed. “Give me five minutes. I’ll make it worth it.”

She tilts her head. “You always open like that?”

“Only when I’m right.”

“Confident.”

“Usually rewarded for it.”

“Usually,” she echoes.

He grins, holding eye contact. “Stick around. You’ll see.”

She doesn’t answer. Just watches him, an amused smirk forming on her face. Jake returns the smirk- god she was hot. He couldn't wait to make her...

“Not my type.”

That actually lands. Jake blinks, thrown off, but only for a second. His smile returns quick, “Alright, maybe I started off wrong. Name’s Jake.”

“Lena.”

“So what is your type?”

Her eyes travel over him, slower this time. “Bulky guys aren’t really my thing.”

Jake scoffs, rolling his shoulders. “How can you not be into muscles?”

He flexes his arm, showing off muscle that no woman could resist. Only the peak isn’t as full, the sleeve of his shirt hanging just a bit looser than it did a minute ago. He catches it, but maintains the smile. Figures the lighting is off.

She looks at him, unimpressed, “I said what I said.”

He smirks, leaning closer. “I’m more than just muscle, you know.”

“Mhmm... Doubt that.”

"Yeah?” he smirks, "Give me a chance and I'll prove you wrong." He readjusts his shirt, barely registering how it no longer clings tightly to his chest.

“I'm good." She shrugs, "All that body hair isn't winning you any prizes with me."

Jake huffs a laugh. “What? C’mon! That’s what makes me a real man.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” he says, glancing down as he casually drags his thumb along his forearm- then pauses.

The dark hair there looks… lighter. Thinner. He rubs again against increasingly smoother skin.

“That's... that doesn't make sense.” he mutters, forcing a grin, though his fingers linger.

His other hand comes up, brushing his jaw. He paused. His usual rough stubble is... gone. Like he just shaved. His confidence flickers and he feels a cold shiver run through him as his chest prickles under his shirt.

Jake straightens abruptly. “Woah that's not...” Lena is smiling, a predatory look in her eye, "I... wait here, I'll be right back" He chuckles, nervously- mind racing. He needed a mirror. Just to check. To confirm.

He takes a half step back. Lena leans in just slightly, smiling.

“No, stay,” Her voice lifts. “I’m enjoying our little conversation.” She runs a hand along his smooth jaw, "Please." Jake feels his heart flutter, "Just relax, tough guy."

Jake grunts as the tension drains out of him. He should be on edge. He was on edge. But he feels his posture soften, weight shifting onto one leg, hips angling slightly without permission. His stance opens up. Less guarded, more… inviting.

“Wh-what?”

His lower back arches subtly as he shifts. His stance now blatantly emphasizing his ass. Jake stiffens at that, registering just how exactly he looked standing there.

“No way...” he mutters, trying and failing to address his stance, "I look so..."

He tries to square himself again. To stand with the same commanding presence he usually did. But the adjustment slips, settling back into that same relaxed pose. His ass jutting out, begging for attention.

“You did ask me what my type was." Jake's eyes widen as he realizes he's standing at eye level with Lena now, "But it's so much more than the physical. I like guys who know how to be vulnerable."

Jake swallows, “I mean... yeah, I can be vulnerable,” he says, but it comes out softer, less certain. His shoulders pull in as he talks, frame narrowing further, “It’s just, like... I don’t usually say this stuff out loud, I just kinda… push it down, you know? Be a man about it...” He freezes, “Why am I saying this?” His voice jumps... higher. Whinier.

Lena smiles, "It's okay to open up, Jake."

Jake’s hand flies to his throat. “Okay, no... like why does my voice sound like this? This's not... like, not my voice.” It spikes again, edging toward a whine.

"Jake?" He recognizes that voice, "Dude, what the fuck?"

“Brett!” Jake blurts, cringing at the pitch of his voice, but relief floods in anyway. “Oh my god... thank god you noticed! Something’s like… totally wrong!”

Brett steps in close, brow furrowed. “What happened to you, man?”

“I don’t know!” Jake says quickly, voice light and uneven. “She just, like... started saying stuff and now I’m...”

A sharp snap. Brett goes still. His expression melts, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. Drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Jake stares, “What? Brett?”

He grabs Brett’s arm instinctively and pauses. His fingers press into Brett’s bicep, lingering a second too long. There’s a flicker of something... appreciation?

Jake jerks his hand back and spins towards Lena, “Like, what did you do to him?!”

Lena barely glances at Brett. “Don’t worry about him,” she says smoothly. “Focus on something more fun. Like gossip… or cute guys.”

Jake tries to hold onto his panic, but her voice threads through it, steady and impossible to ignore. His thoughts begin to blur at the edges, like something is quietly wiping them clean, and before he can latch onto what he’s losing, new ones slip in—lighter, easier, strangely compelling. He finds himself wondering who’s attractive, who gets attention, who deserves it.

Behind him, Lena leans toward Brett, whispering into his ear. Jake turns without meaning to... and this time, he really looks. The line of Brett’s arms, the way his shirt fits across his chest, the way his slacked jaw and dim eyes look.

“Oh wow.” Jake’s breath slows and he licks his lips.

He'd seen Brett in the locker room after games. Knew what he was packing. He never thought much about that. But now? God... he wanted it now. He wanted Brett.

“Now you’re more my type,” Lena looks over Jake carefully, satisfied. “But I doubt I’m yours.”

Jake blinks, still looking at Brett, something warm and fluttery settling in his chest. He lets out a soft, airy laugh, barely even thinking about it.

“Yeah, I mean… like… no offense, but… yeah.” He winces slightly at how natural that felt.

Lena smiles. “So tell me... what is your type?”

Jake doesn’t hesitate this time. He glances back at Brett, eyes lingering, a small, giddy smile slipping through. “I mean… Brett,” he says, almost giggling. “Obviously.”

"He's kinda cute."

“Kinda? Bitch, he's hot." Jake can't believe the words leaving his mouth, but they don't stop, "So like... we're..."

"Besties." Lena grins, "I needed a new gay bestie anyway." She looks over at Brett and snaps her fingers, "And what are besties for?"

Brett's face contorts and settles. The dull look in his eyes shifting as he looks over Jake. Replaced by something hungrier. Jake watches as Brett steps closer, slow, deliberate. His eyes stay locked on Jake.

“Hey,” he says quietly, voice lower than Jake remembers. “You look… different.”

Jake giggles, “Different good, right?”

Brett’s hand comes up, hesitating just a second before brushing along Jake’s waist. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Really good.”

Jake inhales sharply, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans, eyes flicking up through his lashes.

“Wow, okay…” he says, half-giggling. “You’re, like, being really forward right now.”

Brett smirks faintly, closing the space between them. “You don’t seem to mind.”

Jake bites his lip, heat rushing to his face. “I mean… I don't.”

“My room’s just upstairs,” Brett murmurs, leaning in slightly. “You wanna check it out?”

Jake lets out a soft, breathy laugh, glancing back at Lena for half a second before looking up at Brett again. “I mean… yeah,” he says, voice light and a little giddy, fingers brushing Brett’s arm. “Lead the way.”

Lena watches for a beat, satisfied, “Have fun, you two!”

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Jake moans loudly as Brett slams into him from behind. He arches his back, pushing his fat ass further along Brett's length. His own cock, smaller than he remembered it being, throbbing uselessly. But he doesn't care. Not when he can feel Brett balls deep inside him.

"Fuck yes," Jake gasps out, hands fisting in the sheets beneath him. "Harder, Brett. Fuck me harder." Brett grunts, gripping Jake's hips as he picks up the pace, "Oh fuck!"

Jake couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy each time Brett bottomed out. The same kinda sounds he imagined Lena making if the night had gone differently. But now? His world was narrowing, focused only on the feeling of the dick pounding into his thicc, juicy ass. Because for Jake, nothing else mattered in this moment - not his pride, not his former identity. And it never would again.

[sxfmrt]

Let’s Put on a Show

Luis had been having the worst luck recently.  First he got in a car wreck, then his girlfriend kicked him out before taking up a new lover the next day , and worst of all he lost his job at the firm and had to take up bussing tables for a living.  Luis was lucky in that he didn’t have to look long before finding an affordable place to live, unfortunately that place was just a second bedroom at this weird guy’s apartment.  He was glad for a place to stay, but his crowded into one small room he didn’t have much space to unpack, and everything looked like a mess as a result.  

The roommate’s name was Frank and he mostly kept to himself.  He was just an average working guy with brunette hair and a constant 5 o'clock shadow.  He wasn’t really out of the ordinary, and was decently in shape.  Luis couldn’t help but compare his toned latin physique against his roommate.  Luis worked out enough to make sure the women always stopped to stare, and he wasn’t sure, but could have sworn he caught Frank checking out his body on a few occasions.  Luis didn’t want to blow up at his new roommate cause he needed a place to stay, but out of disgust tried to avoid ever being anything less than fully clothed around Frank. Things were going well for a while until Luis’ bad luck kicked in and once more he lost his job.  Unsure how to afford just base rent, Luis started searching the web for a job, and rather quickly got distracted looking at pictures of girls showing off their breasts before he was struck by an idea.  The next day Luis dipped into his meager savings to buy a camera and set up an account as an amateur porn star.  Luis was awkward for the first few videos, but it seemed people liked his body well enough to tip. The tips would spike when Luis would strip down and reveal the monster between his legs.  It seemed to drive the girls on the site wild to see him work his dick.  

Gradually his fan base grew and so did his openness with his body.  He started taking requests and once he was making almost as much as he made at the firm, he was certain he could ride this out for quite some time.  Luis was ecstatic when paying his rent and noticing how much he had left over.  Frank seemed pleased for the rent and flashed Luis a strange smirk that made him want to retreat back to the safety of his room away from Frank’s gay roaming eyes.

The only downside was that it became clear that many of his followers were gay men.  Although it didn’t sit well for all those gay pervs to be checking him out, money was money.  On top of it all he occasionally got gifts both for personal use, and for the show.  He threw out the gay stuff he received and kept the cool swag from the rest of his viewers.  One day a flood of requests came in during his video sessions and he noticed they were all requests to do gay shit, and in annoyance he started booting all the gay pervs thinking he could survive without their sick fantasies. He then posted on his profile and all his videos “Fags not welcome!!!” Ha! That’ll stop them! A few weeks later, picking up his mail, Luis noted a baby blue box wrapped in a bow with a label reading “Big Boy’s Bakery”. Chuckling to himself, he unwrapped the bow and opened the box only to be hit with an overwhelming aroma of chocolatey goodness!  Inside was a box full of the most delicious smelling brownies he had ever smelt.  They looked amazing.  Inside was a card reading: “From your closest fan,  Enjoy this pick me up before your next big show!  Hope it’s as sweet as these brownies! P.S. Don’t eat them all in one sitting or they’ll go straight to your hips!” Luis laughed as he carried the brownies towards his room with another package with a similar colored box, but no label.  Curiously he placed the brownies down on his bed, and opened the box as he grabbed a brownie.  He opened the box to find some women’s silk panties, or was it just a gay man’s set of panties….either way…gross!  He threw the panties away in disgust and took a bite of his brownie.  His mouth was overwhelmed by the eruption of molten chocolate in his mouth!  He let out a moan, much to his own surprise, and sheepishly looked around at an empty room before quickly devouring the rest of the brownie and grabbing several more.   As he ate, Luis set up his webcam show.  Something was driving him to just start stripping down.  Maybe he would just start with the action today he thought as he downed yet another brownie.  As he slid down his shorts he noticed they had a little resistance from behind before finally sliding down.  He decided he needed to go clothes shopping after this before kicking away his shorts and downing yet another delicious treat.  As he was readying the camera, he looked down and noticed the panties again.  What the hell he thought.  If they made such delicious brownies he could dress in the faggy underwear once.  Maybe it would highlight his delightful as he thought before shaking his head and wondering why he cared about that. He slid on the underwear, noting they were baggy in the back and clearly not correctly sized, but he slid them up anyways.  Strangely he thought they felt amazing on his ass, and almost like a perfect fit.  Shrugging he started his show.  As the show went he started flexing and rubbing his body.  His hands slid down to his ass and groped it for the viewers and for some reason he felt more comfortable showing his ass than his dick today.  As a matter of fact he was having trouble getting his dick up so he hid it from the camera.  That was until he accidentally touched his taint, and it sprung to attention. Luis let out a soft moan and began playing with himself through the underwear.  He didn’t notice, but his chat room was flooding with gay request and admiration for the way his ass was beginning to bubble out of his lingerie.  Luis became so lost in pleasuring himself through his new backside pleasure point he didn’t notice his ass pushing the underwear down further and further until he slid a finger in his hole and began moaning.  He started fucking himself with his fingers using spit as lube until he realized he wanted, no, NEEDED more!  He fumbled around his room without taking one of his hands out of his ass and found a flashlight which he wrapped in a pre-lubed condom before fucking himself with abandon for his viewers. With more and more thrusts his moans grew louder until anyone in their apartment could have heard him and with a final thrust of the flashlight he came. It flew everywhere, including his mouth, and with one taste he was greedily scooping up his cum and eating it before realizing he was still on the show and quickly turned it off.  He was ashamed of what he had just done.  He had just fucked himself like a fag.  He wasn’t gay he just had…urges, yeah urges.  He thought to himself as he absently kept his fingers pumping in and out of his ass and licking up the last drops of cum.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Luis tried to pull up the undies, but looked back in shock realizing his ass now jutted out in two massive glutes behind him.  He wouldn’t fit in normal clothes with an ass like that.  His hand reached up and spanked himself lightly turning him on again before he turned to answer the door to find Frank grinning lustfully. “I guess you got the gift from your CLOSEST admirer Luis, huh?” “Woah I’m not gay, I just have….urges….” he said as he hungrily looked down and his eyes locked on franks tented shorts.  Immediately he fell to his knees and his ass jiggled.  Frank smacked Luis ass causing a powerful moan to escape Luis’ lips.  He walked by Luis, turned back on the camera and stripped as he made his way back to Luis.   “Cum on buddy! Let’s put on a show!”   

[many-of-max]

Made by @futuradiego

[heytopman]

TASK BUNNY Pt. 2

Mike was a bit embarrassed at that. Why had he included his sexuality in his bio?

“Well Mike I am certainly not offended, by you.” Mike sighed in relief as his Tasker kept tapping on his phone. “You’re handsome guy. I mean you must spend hours in the gym every day with a body like that?” BING

“Well of course, I guess I am a bit of gym rat.” Mike looked at his phone only to see the weight he could comfortably lift listed at 120lbs. He would need to update that soon, he thought to himself. It was really more like 145lbs. Mike flexed his gym honed body, happy to hear Ralph thought he was handsome.

“Ya know Mike I don’t normally do this…but I’ve got a hammer right here that I think you should play with. Or better yet you could let me hammer away at you.”

Mike blushed. "Ralph you are very handsome-I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression, but I think we should keep this setting professional… Besides normally I’m the one hammering away.

"Playing hard to get huh? With an ass like that I would think you are 100% a bottom slut. Ralph said, another BING following shortly after.

Mike let out a moan at that, again he was a bit embarrassed at how quickly his Tasker had correctly surmised him. I mean the skin tight khaki shorts he wore did nothing to hide his fat, gym honed ass.

“Ya I’ve met your type before, acting all tough in the office when what you really need is a strong man in your life.” With that Ralph stood up spun Mike around and roughly pushed him against the newly mounted book shelf, his own thick shelf pushing into Ralph’s massive hands. Mike moaned as his shorts were unceremoniously ripped from his fat ass.

“What are you doing? This is totally unprofessional.” Mike began as Ralph got to his knees staring at the gorgeous muscle-fat globes before him.

“Somehow I don’t think a slut like you minds.” Ralph spat. Another BING from Ralph and a vibrate of Mike’s phone, and Mike realized it was true. All he needed was this strong hot man to take care of him. He sighed out and as he did Ralph dove in between his cheeks eliciting breathy moans from the once tough as nails man. He couldn’t help himself as his toes curled at the rough sensation of Ralphs sandpaper stubble on his ass cheeks or the way his skilled tongue loosened his needy hole. When Mike pushed his massive cheeks back to meet Ralph’s tongue, Ralph knew it was time. He undid his utility belt and let his cut-off jean shorts fall to the ground. Mike could smell Ralph’s thick, dripping, uncut cock before he saw it. It must have been 8 inches. Before he could fall to his knees and suck it Ralph pushed him forward again into the shelf as he stood up and began to slowly tease the head of his cock into Mike’s aching hole.

“Oh god-Ralph, put it in. Fuck put it-OHHHHHHH” Ralph grabbed Phil’s open mouth and shoved two fingers inside of the newly minted muscle bottom to suck on as he bottomed out in Mike’s fat ass. He held his cock there to let Mike adjust to it. Mike could only moan at the slowly thrusting fingers in his mouth. Ralph began slowly circling his thick cock inside Mike. He began to pull out slowly, spiraling his cock around and around, pulling out the slick-wet fingers from Mike’s mouth, smothering his cock with them, before suddenly slamming back in.

“Remember when you said-you-did-the hammering.” Ralph rasped in Mike’s ear as he pistoned away. “How did that turn out?” Mike could only moan as he began to cum hands free, Ralph held him up as his knees gave way beneath him. “Did you just cum? Damn you’re more of a slut than I thought, but we don’t finish here until I do. Let’s see how many time’s I can make you cum before that happens” Ralph continued to piston away at his new slut’s hungry hole. Mike knew he was more of a one and done guy, but through his slutty haze he could hear Ralph typing away yet again on his phone. He felt the BING this time as it tore through him. He began to push back yet again on Ralph. He wanted to see how many times he could cum too. Ralph began to move him to the couch where he sat down and let Mike fuck himself on his thick rod.

Mike could see Ralph in the large standing mirror in his living room next to the newly installed shelf. His Tasker’s thick arms folded behind his thick neck as he sat on Mike’s expensive leather couch. The smug look on Ralph’s face was too much for Mike’s slutty mind. He came again as he bounced up and down on the large cock.

“That’s number two.” Ralph smiled devilishly while Mike’s eyes rolled. "Now let’s see what happens when I do this. Mike felt himself falling forward as Ralph pushed him to the floor doggie style, his cock still buried deep in Mike’s ass. Ralph took over yet again hitting some new part of Mike, making him squeal and cum yet again. “Get ready slut. Hearing you moan like that is getting daddy hot.”

Ralph held Mike in place on his cock while he laid down on the plush, expensive carpet. He had Mike slowly spin around on his cock so that Mike was now riding him. Up and down Mike went. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to find a man like Ralph. Strong, capable, and sexy. He squeezed the thick cock tightly with his ass as he rode Ralph within an inch of his life. Ralph couldn’t take it anymore he grabbed Mike’s neck and began meeting his ass with his own thrusts, each massive Thwack making both of them moan. "Alright slut, you asked for it. So here. IT. COMES. With one final thrust both men cried out as they each came in unison. Ralph unloaded burst after burst of cum in Mike’s thick ass. He could only smile at the perfect “O” shape Mike made above him.

“Four times-you fucking slut.” Ralph smirked as he began to pull out of Mike’s sloppy hole. But with one final convulsion Mike came again, a small drop of cum spurting from his deflating cock. “Bonus.” Ralph chuckled up at the spent man.

As Ralph gathered his things Mike peered down at his open phone. His Task Bunny App was still up and he squeezed his hole involuntarily as he read through it.

‘Mike here totally in over my head when it comes to handy work. I know a few things, but this office boy could use a guiding hand when it comes to home improvement. I guess the stereotype for gay guys is true on this one. I know, I know; I may look strong, but these muscles are all for show. Now let me show you a good time while you help me. A bottom slut like me doesn’t spend hours each week at the squat rack for you to just take a look. My ass is the most sensitive thing about me-don’t be shy to get rough if you need a break from all your hard work. Proficiency in handy work: None. Reason for hiring Tasker: In over my head. Totally slutty for real men. How much can you comfortably lift? 145 lbs.’ squatting 280lbs.

It was perfect.

[heytopman]

SUPERPUP THE SUPERSLUT

Author’s note: This story was inspired by the following image. I do not own this image. It was created by @machitomorbosito on IG. Enjoy this clueless takeover…

All he could do was whine in need, his hole twitching around his latex tail, as he watched his master return home from work.

His once arch nemesis wore a tailored suit and tie that elegantly hugged his new muscular body, each seam made to highlight his massive frame. The man was already tall, but now at 6’ 5” Lex Luther towered over the man of steel, his shredded frame evident even under his suit.

Superman’s eyes glazed over as Lex drew closer, unzipping his fly and letting loose the object of Superman’s idolatry.

“Well hello Superpup. Looks like someone’s getting excited…or trying to.” Lex nodded to the light blue, steel, cockcage that throbbed with Superman’s reduced manhood.

Clark’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as Lex’s own tool began to pulse and grow as he eyed his new pet. He loved putting Clark in pup mode. The Superpup wagged his large latex tail and moaned as it stimulated his newly sensitized prostate. Clark knew what was coming.

It paid to have a team of state of the art bio-hackers, Lex smirked, taking in his new body. Thanks to his superslut’s alien genetics he was able to create the physique of his dreams. Lex’s new cock reached its full ten inches. It was uncut, which made what he was about to do a whole lot easier. He moaned out loud as he ravenously gripped at his cock. The foreskin slipping and sliding as pre began to form at the thick head. Lex began to milk his dick. He smiled and moaned as he felt the weight of his huge modified balls. He now had four, perfectly egg shaped balls, each one large and churning with their own copious amounts of Kryptonian infused sperm. The huge balls bounced in time with his movements.

Superpup openly drooled as he held his bowl in his mouth, his master’s cock looking like heaven as it jutted out from his suit. The bald headed villain snarled down at his pet, his thick, black eyebrows glaring menacingly. He tugged and tugged on his meat. His hands moving faster and faster.

Lex moaned, his first orgasm of the night fast approaching as he watched his once nemesis grovel and whimper at his massive rod. Lex grabbed the dog bowl out of Clark’s mouth and with a final push and squeeze to his foreskin, Lex’s cock erupted into the silly bowl. His massive balls unleashing a torrent that splashed over onto the waiting pup’s tongue.

Clark’s tail wagged harder as he jumped up towards the bowl.

“Ah, ah, ah. Bad boy. You need your super food first.” At the words “bad boy” Clark immediately began to whimper, his eyes becoming glossy with tears. “I can’t stay mad at those puppy dog eyes. Just a minute Clarky. Lex walked over to a large bag of dog food with the signature “S” emblazoned across it. Clark followed behind on his hands and knees.

Lex chuckled as the pups eyes watched his deflating cock, the cum gathering in his foreskin. He nodded down and Clark lunged forward, his tongue latching onto his dick and sucking with all his might, savoring each glob of cum like a fine champagne.

Lex began to moan as his new cock inflated, having zero refractory period. He scooped 3 large scoops of his Superpup food into the bowl before mixing his cum with it. He smiled as his pup immediately stopped sucking his cock and sat expectantly.

“Good boy. I didn’t even have to tell you this time. Alright time to eat pup.” Lex grinned.

Clark dove face first into the bowl, his hands holding it steady, his now larger ass arched behind him. Lex smiled down appreciating Clark’s new form…if only he knew what this “super food” was doing to him, Lex thought. Clark’s body was now massively muscled and hairy, the complete opposite to Lex’s svelte, hairless, muscular body.

Clark now sported a hairy muscle gut and a large hairy ass that stuck out like a shelf. The rest of his body was equally as hairy and instead of his usual elegant muscles he now had a thick, stocky frame.

As the once man of steel continued his ravenous feasting Lex walked behind his hairy pet. He playfully pulled on the black latex tail, eliciting a moan from his pup as he momentarily stopped his eating.

Slowly, methodically, Lex began to pull the large tail from his pups massive, hairy ass. Lex’s own eyes the size of dinner plates as he took in his masterpiece.

“Fuck…” he moaned, his huge cock once again fully hard and dripping.

Lex dropped to his knees and separated the twin globes before him. With as much speed and gusto as Clark, Lex put forth the same effort; eating out the famed superhero’s hairy ass. He licked and bit and slapped at Superman’s ass. Eliciting moans of pleasure from his new pup.

Having finished his lunch, Superpup continued to moan as Lex ate him out. All at once, Lex began to taste a sweet substance from Clark’s hole. He smiled as he realized the pup of steel’s latest modification was taking effect. He was now producing his own slippery lubrication, another hack Lex added to the mind fucked hero.

Lex slowly lifted himself up, reveling in the sight before him. A much hairier and bulked out pup Kent moaning uncontrollably before him: a literal bitch in heat. Lex lined up his cock with Clark’s hole and with a forceful pop he was inside.

Clark continued to moan as Lex pushed forth inch after inch of thick dick into his muscle-fat, hairy ass. As Lex’s pubes met Clark’s taint, both man and pup fell into a rut.

Lex pummeled Clark’s hole as Clark howled.

“Pup mode deactivated! Speak pup!” Lex commanded, as he redoubled his efforts.

“Fuck Mr. Luther!! Fuck me, sir! Fuck— I’m your pup, your slutty good boy!”

“Fuck yes pup and why were you sent to Earth?” Lex growled, holding Clark’s fatty thighs as he fucked harder and harder.

“Sent—here— to earth— only to serve—YOU! Fuck me daddy Lex!” Clark screamed, his caged cock flailing uselessly.

“That’s right slut. You alien freak. You were sent here for me and only me. No one else on this planet matters to you, huh?” Lex smirked at the once protector of the earth.

“Only you, Master Luther!” Clark squealed.

At that, Lex increased his pace and revealed his new power. His muscular body began to pound Clark’s hole with lightening speed. A speed matched only by a Kryptonian. His strength now the strength of 1000 men. The super slut’s now loose hole met every lightening pummel with just as much speed and strength. Their fucking shook the very foundation of Lex’s Metropolis City mansion. The lights flickered as the two super men fucked.

Lex pulled Clark to standing. Holding the husky hero turned slut tightly against his body. He tweaked his hairy nipples, eliciting more moans from Clark as he fucked away. He rubbed Clark’s muscle gut, loving the difference between their bodies.

“Fuck super slut. Daddy’s getting close. Are you ready to take my load?!”

“Please sir. Fuck me—fuck my hole.” Clark moaned deeply, his own orgasm mounting as he thrust his large ass backwards. His cock rattled around in its blue steel cage, as Lex mauled his hairy body.

Lex’s movements, once smooth and direct, began to shift to the animalistic. He was ready to breed his pup for all he was worth. He held Clark close and began lifting himself and his superslut into the air. He would never get over the feeling of flight. Lex smirked and moaned as he continued to fuck Clark, loving his pup wearing only a collar, while Lex still wore his expensive suit and tie. Clark howled and leaned back, forcing Lex into a tender kiss. Finally the two lovers could take it no longer. They both erupted, Lex into Clark’s now loose hole and Clark into a special cap at the end of his cock cage.

The cap filled with his potent Kryptonian sperm as he wailed and shook, wracked by orgasm after orgasm. Slowly the two settled back to the ground. Lex lovingly removed himself from Clark’s hole, Clark wincing in tender pain and pleasure. His cheeks flushed, knowing he would walk funny for the next few hours.

Lex turned Clark around and looked down upon his meaty lover. He held Clark close, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Lex reached his hands around, cupping Clark’s fat, muscle butt. His long fingers circled Clark’s hairy hole, before slowly penetrating it. Clark went weak at the knees, moaning into his kiss with Lex.

“Fuck Lex…I love you.” Clark sighed out in between kisses.

“I-I love you too big guy.” Lex responded genuinely and happily surprised.

All of a sudden a loud explosion was heard across town.

“What was that?!” Clark cowered, holding Lex close.

The two rushed to the window and watched as a gargantuan being descended upon Metropolis. As Clark turned to Lex he saw his man begin to undo his tie and open the suit that he still wore, revealing underneath the latex “S” Clark once donned as Superman. Lex tucked his still engorged cock in his red Speedo bottoms, Clark couldn’t help but stare at Lex Luther in the tight red and blue super suit, his crotch bulging. Clark went to reach for it, before Lex loving moved his hand away.

“Later babe.” Lex smirked. The new Superman quickly plucked the cum filled cap from Clark’s cock cage and inserted it to a permanent IV in his arm. His biohackers had perfected the transference of power between him and his Kryptonian lover. His body pulsed with strength as his pup’s super sperm transfused through his body. The power of a god flooded his system.

All Lex needed was a reason to save earth instead of destroy it. Gaining the power of Superman did just that. It also didn’t hurt that he turned his once nemesis into a simpering pup for his cock. With the same lightening speed he used for fucking, he rushed out, but quickly turned around for one final kiss from his man.

“I’ll have dinner ready for when you get back!” Clark called after Lex. Lex smiled to himself as he flew straight into deadly action, a changed man.

[transformationtales]

Control app: Dejockify the canvas (Chapter 1)

Austin and I couldn't have been more different. I was a gym rat, built, with defined muscles and Austin, he's a tattoo artist, small and smattered with tattoos. We knew each other from childhood. I only had him as a roommate to help cover the rent, and I knew that he'd be passive enough to make the ideal roommate that I could always bend him to my will if need be. However, after a year of living together, something happened, something that would change me forever.

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“Shayne, come here a moment, I need to try something out,” Austin called me from the living room.

“What is it, you little shit? I’m not even dressed yet.” I had just got out of the shower, wrapped only in a towel, and my hair was still damp and the steam from the shower was clinging around my body.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll take five minutes. Max.”

"This better not be about you giving me a tattoo again. I told you this body's a temple and I won't let you deface it with your..." I was saying as I entered the living room but stopped. Austin had his phone out. It was pointed at me and as he tapped on the screen I lost my words because my dick suddenly got painfully hard. Really, really stiff. My cock instantly inflated like an emergency life raft, ballooning from its soft flaccid, post-shower state to its full six inches in a fraction of a second. It was paralysing; the towel fell to the ground. I clutched at my dick, stroking the shaft up and down as the veins bulged.

“What the fuck is going on?” I shouted, bewildered. My penis throbbed painfully with the biggest erection I have experienced. I didn’t know something like that was possible.

"Wow, this thing actually works," Austin said while looking between me and his phone.

“What works? What is happening to me? Are you the one doing this?” I said between shallow breaths. I was hunched over, grabbing at my penis like it was some kind of joystick, trying in vain to release. I should have been more embarrassed sporting a full erection while naked in front of my roommate, but my mind was wholly occupied with the thought of getting my raging boner under control.

“Yeah, I’m the one controlling this. It’s this app that appeared on my phone,” Austin explained.

“Well, stop it. Gimme that phone!” I lunged at Austin, but tripped on the towel and fell to my knees. My diamond-hard throbbing penis with its engorged purple head pointed towards the ceiling. I tried to regrasp my piece but it felt like my whole body was engulfed by a muscle cramp. I arched my back, but also tensed up my abs, it felt like my body was tearing itself apart. It was like a hand cramp, when your hand gets all tensed up into a claw and whatever it is you do you can’t get it to relax. Except this time it was my whole body that was in this cramp.

Then, I heard myself let out an involuntary moan and I saw the first jet of cum shoot out of my cock like a garden hose. I was experiencing the biggest orgasmic spasm surely to ever have taken place. The white jizz continually spurted out of my purple glans. It felt like hours were going by. I could feel my glutes and thigh muscles tense, and muscles I couldn’t even name deep inside my loins give all their energy into shooting the cum out of me.

My cum went straight up before it splattered into an impossibly wide puddle both on me and the floor around me. It felt like I had enough force in that stream of cum to put someone’s eye out. I looked up, eyes wide open, mouth agape, unable to say or think anything except to look the geyser of cum raining down on me.

I vaguely heard Austin say “Whoa”  but I literally couldn’t understand anything at that moment. The only thing I knew was that my only purpose in life was to orgasm and shoot sperm from my erect cock. My whole body was tuned to this one purpose of being in orgasm and ejaculating.

This torrent of cum couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds for me to pump out, but it felt like time had slowed down and my surroundings were oblivion, shut down to me. The only thought I had was this big orgasmic energy thundering from my cock to the rest of my body. All I could do was cum. I must have looked pretty stupid to Austin, lying down, with my hard cock in the air, my mouth wide open, and my abs and the rest of my muscles tensed up like I was flexing to show off. But there was literally nothing I could do about it. And by this time, I really didn’t care any more. All I wanted to do was cum and enjoy this mind-breaking orgasm. I knelt there like some perverse naked fountain, shooting powerful slugs of semen out. I was like a machine gun set to automatic.

After what seemed like an absolute eternity, I realised that I wasn’t actually shooting out any more semen. My cock was still rock hard and throbbing, and its purple head looked bigger and more swollen than ever. My body was still in a cramped state, and every few seconds the muscles inside me would still tense up and send me into another wave of orgasmic ecstasy, but I had simply run dry. I was completaly drained.

Without the cum stream, it must have looked like I was just flopping on the floor, sporting a huge erection and covered in the slime of my own semen.

And then, finaly, it was over my back muscles and abs hurt like hell. My balls and prostate felt like they were on fire. My urethra felt like someone had rubbed hot sauce all over in it. My skin was slick with sweat and the semen that had splattered down on me. The floor was slippery with a circle of splattered cum. This was such an impossibly huge volume of cum, and it felt like my body had been wrung dry of every ounce of non-essential liquid to produce it.

I felt so weak from this orgasm. I had to catch my breath for at least ten minutes, like I had just finished running a marathon, before I was finally able to lift my head up. Groaning, I lifted my body off the floor and slowly stood up.

“What the fuck was that? What did you do to me?” I spat out at Austin, not daring to take another step in case he sent me into another involuntary orgasm like before.

“It’s this app,” he said nonchalantly, pointing at his phone, “it mysteriously appeared and said it could control your body. Currently only two functions, the erection and orgasm function, but it said I could unlock more features by getting you to complete tasks. One of the tasks was to have a five-minute long orgasm.” Austin gestures at my dishevelled, cum-covered state.

“That was five minutes?” I was bewildered, “That must have lasted hours.”

“Yeah, I set the erection and orgasm intensity to maximum,” Austin stated. He smirked, saying, “it looks like you were enjoying it though.”

“I was not enjoying it at all,” I lied, “how could you do this to me? That was painful and shocking. I need to take a shower again. Just delete that app and never use it on me again.”

“No way. I’m going to use this app whenever and however I want. Shayne, you’re always strutting around like you are some big alpha male, and now I finally have something to hold over you. Plus it’s was fun to watch you cum under my control and it looks as if I've unlocked a fun, new function.”

I broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of my roommate getting even more control over my body. I wondered if I could be fast enough to snatch his phone out of his hand before he had time to activate his app, but I was still exhausted and physically weakened from my record-breaking orgasm.

“Listen Austin,” I started to explain, “I’m sorry if I was a bit of a jerk to you in the past, but I’ll make sure to change. You don’t have to do something so drastic—” I stopped talking again because I could feel my penis shoot into that instant, painful hardon again.

“Austin, please,” I started to beg, trying to think of what I could possibly say to convince him to stop. But then I noticed that my magnificent length was slowly shortening.

“No, no, no,” I panicked and tried to grab my penis. But my hands were slick with sweat and cum and my cock slipped right through my fingers as inch after inch disappeared into my body.

It felt like a nightmare. I was fairly well-endowed, my solid cock was just over six inches. But now I could only watch as my cock lost girth and retreated into my crotch, going down to five, then four, then three, then two inches. Finally, the shrinkage stopped and only the circumcised shrunken glans of my cock were left.

I stared at my body in shock. The treasure trail of hair that ran down the middle of my well-defined abs ended in a thick bush of hair that completely hid my now micro-penis. I could also feel that it was still at its maximum hardness. I was on the verge of tears. My penis at its maximum length now couldn’t even be seen out of the nest of my pubes.

“Don’t worry Shayne, it’s only temporary.”

I looked up at my roommate with pleading eyes, all my pride and dignity gone, “Please Austin…”

“The next challenge is for you to go one month with a nine-milimetre-long dick. You can do just one month, right?” Austin smirked and added, “Hope your gym buddies don’t see you with your micropenis though.”

I looked back down at my nearly-invisible erection in dismay. How could I even call myself a man with a dick this small? This was so humiliating.

“I can’t wait to see what other function this challenge will unlock!” Austin said before laughing. I shuddered at the thought. Things could only get worse from then on.

(Chapters 1 & 2 adapted from Controlling Shayne's Body by Ballmeat)