HeyTopMan

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

[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.

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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.

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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.”

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“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."

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“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."

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“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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.”

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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.

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"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]

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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)

[twistedtfs]

The Valentine's Mishap

inspired by the incredible, @salmonskinrolltf

Kevin stood just outside the small apartment he shared with his boyfriend, Mark. Just like it always did on Valentine’s Day, his heart was fluttering inside his chest. Kevin was shy and soft-spoken, the kind of man who still blushed when he held Mark’s hand in public. He was holding a bouquet of red roses accented with white lilies, the stems tied together with a large, frilly bow. He was excited to surprise his boyfriend with the gift. Mark was everything Kevin adored: quiet, bookish, a little awkward, and completely his.

He let himself in with his key, the scent of the bouquet filling the hallway and mixing with the smell of chocolates they had already opened earlier in the day. “Mark? Happy Valentine’s, baby.”

Mark looked up from the couch, laptop balanced on his knees, wearing the same faded Star Wars T-shirt he’d had since college. His messy brown hair fell into his eyes, and his smile was lopsided and sweet. “Kevin… you didn’t have to.”

Kevin crossed the room and set the bouquet on the coffee table. “I know, but I wanted to. Now, open the card.”

Mark plucked the little envelope from the arrangement, tore it open, and began to read. His eyebrows rose. Then his cheeks flushed pink.

“Uh… is this a prank, Kevin? Or are you dropping hints that you want to try roleplay?”

Kevin leaned in, curious and confused. Mark turned the card so he could see.

The handwriting was bold and dramatic, full of pretty cursive loops and I’s dotted with hearts. It read:

My big, strong Daddy,

Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ve been thinking about your thick cock all morning, shooting your hot loads down my throat. I can’t wait to move in next week so I can wake you up every morning with my lips wrapped around it. Your good boy is so fucking excited to be yours completely, Daddy.

— Nico

Kevin’s stomach dropped. “Oh my god. That’s not— I must have grabbed the wrong bouquet at the shop. Or they must have mixed up the cards. I’m so sorry, Mark, I…”

Mark stared at the note a second longer, then began to laugh. It was a soft, familiar chuckle, the same one that always made Kevin’s chest warm. “It’s okay, baby. Honest mistake.” He leaned up and gave Kevin’s cheek a quick kiss. “You’re still the sweetest guy I know.”

Kevin exhaled in relief, cheeks burning bright red from the embarrassment and his boyfriend’s soft lips. He took the wrong card, crumpled it, and tossed it in the trash. The right one, a simple and heartfelt note, was lost in some other bundle of flowers elsewhere in the city. Deciding to shrug off the awkward situation and move on, Kevin wanted to at least enjoy the rest of the day he had planned: going out for dinner to Mark's favorite restaurant, coming home to slow dance in the living room to their special song, and a night spent tangled together in their bed.

But as the afternoon wore on, something began to shift. There was a weird thrum of energy in the air, moving through the surroundings.

Mark had gone back to his laptop, but his posture was different. He sat straighter, shoulders broader than Kevin remembered. When he reached for his water glass, the sleeve of his T-shirt strained, revealing a bicep that looked… thicker. Dark hair broke through the skin, spreading across the length of his seemingly growing arms. Kevin blinked, telling himself it was just the lighting of their crappy apartment.

By evening, the changes became impossible to ignore.

Mark stood to stretch, and the motion pulled his Star Wars shirt tight across his chest. The fabric strained and made a thin, stretching sound. Kevin’s mouth went dry as his heart raced. Mark’s pecs had swollen into two beefy pecs pushing outward, nipples visibly hard beneath the shirt that now looked painted on. There was no denying his arms were changing, biceps rounding into solid peaks, veins beginning to trace under the skin. He rolled his neck, and Kevin heard a low, satisfied rumble come from his throat. The sound was deeper than Mark’s usual soft tenor.

“Mark… are you okay?” Kevin asked, voice small and concerned.

Mark turned. His face had changed. The boyish roundness was gone. His jaw was thick with a deep cleft, shadowed with stubble that had grown thick and dark over the last couple hours. His eyes, once soft behind his discarded glasses, now looked more intense, haloed by dark circles. He scratched at his thick chest absently, and Kevin watched the motion tug the shirt up, exposing a trail of curly dark hair running down a newly defined abdomen.

“Yeah, I’m all good,” Mark said. His voice had dropped an octave, with a faint gravelly edge that sent an unwelcome shiver down Kevin’s spine. “Just… feeling pumped today.”

He peeled the shirt off without asking, revealing a body that no longer belonged to the man Kevin had fallen in love with. Broad shoulders that were solid and strong, heavy pecs dusted with coarse black hair, a stomach that was still flat but showed the definition of strengthening abdominal muscles. Mark’s skin looked tanner, weathered by the sun. His nipples had darkened, thick and perky and just asking to be played with. Kevin’s anxious gaze dropped lower. The front of Mark’s sweatpants was stuffed full with a thick, heavy bulge that visibly throbbed once, as if aware of being watched.

Kevin’s cock stirred traitorously in his jeans even as panic started to sink in.

Mark didn’t seem to notice his boyfriend’s distress. He grabbed his phone instead, newly thick fingers scrolling through messages. A low chuckle, deeper now, rolled out of him as he read something on the screen.

Kevin tried to smile. “I, um… I made reservations for that little Italian place you like. Seven-thirty. We can walk there and hold hands, like we used to—”

“Not tonight,” Mark said, not even looking up. His thumb moved over the screen, typing. “Got plans.”

The words hit him like a truck. Kevin’s planned romantic evening dissolved in an instant.

Mark’s belly had begun to push outward. Not fat exactly, but solid and powerful. He was now rocking a heavy gut that spoke of his new strength and voracious appetite. Hair spread across his gut in a thick, dark pelt, swirling around his bellybutton. His sweatpants rode low now, the waistband stretched by wider hips and a round, muscular ass that jiggled when he shifted his weight. The bulge between his legs had grown even more obscene, the thick outline of a fat cock and swollen balls clearly visible to passersby. The fabric covering his crotch had already begun to darken with a wet spot of pre.

Kevin’s heart hammered inside his chest, alarm sirens blaring in his head. “Mark, please. Look at me. Something’s wrong. You’re… you’re changing.”

Mark finally glanced over. His face had aged impossibly. He had to be mid-forties now, maybe older. Lines accented the corners of his eyes, his brow heavy and brooding. His messy hair had receded, the top of his head now smooth and shaved close, while a thick, bushy salt and pepper beard had erupted across his chiseled jaw and cheeks. The hair was wiry and full, framing a mouth that looked more smug, frozen in a cocky sneer. When he spoke, his Midwestern accent had shifted, too. His voice was deeper, slower, a low rumble with a faint Southern drawl that Mark had never possessed before this moment.

“Wrong? Nah. I feel fucking good.” He palmed his heavy bulge openly, squeezing the fat shaft through the fabric as the dark spot spread. “Got my boy texting me all day, telling me how bad he needs his Daddy’s cock. Can’t wait to wreck that tight little hole tonight.”

Kevin’s knees nearly buckled. “Your… your boy?”

Mark’s eyes narrowed, cold and dismissive. “Nico. My boy. You know that. Stop acting weird, Kevin. You’re my roommate, not my keeper.”

The words hit like a slap across the face. Kevin staggered back a step. “Roommate? Mark, we’ve been together for three years. We’re boyfriends. I love you—”

Mark laughed at that, a deep and booming sound that vibrated through the room like thunder. “Boyfriends? Ain’t that cute. You’ve always been a little clingy, but this is pathetic.” He stood fully now, towering over Kevin. He had grown at least six inches taller, easily 6’4”, shoulders wide enough to block the light and cast a shadow over the smaller man. His gut was a solid, hairy ball now, pushing against the waistband of his sweatpants. The fabric had begun fraying at the seams from the sheer mass of his thighs. His cock completely thickened into a monstrous, veiny club, the mushroom head pushing past the waistband as Mark became aroused. The tip was slick and leaking, and the musk wafting from the dense bush of black pubic hair made Kevin dizzy.

Kevin was inhaling him: cum, sweat, pure masculinity. His own small dick was painfully hard, shame flooding his cheeks even as tears stung his eyes. He couldn’t mask the sense of betrayal in his eyes.

Mark’s phone buzzed. He grinned, teeth white against the greying beard. “That’s my boy right there. He’s on his way over. Gonna fuck him so good tonight. You might wanna make yourself scarce, roomie. Unless you wanna watch.”

Kevin’s voice cracked. “Please, Mark. Remember me. Remember us. This is a dream and we’re both about to wake up. This isn’t possible—”

Mark waved a massive hand, already turning away. “Clean up your half of the dishes before you go to bed. And start packing. Nico’s moving in next week and things are becoming official real fast. We’re making this place ours. You’ve got till Sunday to find somewhere else.”

The horror settled deep in Kevin’s gut. This wasn’t a prank. Reality itself was rewriting around them. Mark, or better yet the stranger that had taken Mark’s place, was forgotten by the rest of the world as the sweet nerd he had once been. He had always been this: a big, hairy, dominant daddy who collected pretty boys like property.

The knock came at eight-thirty.

Kevin was still in the kitchen, hands trembling as he washed the same plate over and over while lost in thought, when the door opened.

Nico stepped in.

He was everything the card had promised and more. Blonde, tousled hair that fell in soft waves around a pretty, vacant face. Full, cock-sucking lips that appeared glossy in the light. Wide, innocent blue eyes that blinked vapidly. His body was pure himbo goodness: narrow shoulders, tiny waist, and then an explosion of curves below. His ass was enormous, two fat, jiggling globes barely contained by tight white booty shorts that disappeared between them. His cock formed a small bulge that bounced with every step. He wore a crop top that read “Daddy’s Boy” in glittery letters, nipples hard and visibly pierced beneath the fabric.

“Daddy!” Nico squealed, voice high and breathy. He dropped his bag and threw himself at Mark.

Mark, now fully transformed now, caught his lover easily, massive hands gripping two handfuls of that fat ass and squeezing hard enough to make Nico moan. “There’s my good little slut,” he growled, voice pure gravel and smoke. “Missed this fat fucking ass all day.”

He kissed Nico like he was claiming territory, tongue invading that eager mouth while Nico whimpered and ground his hard little cock against Mark’s hairy thigh. Kevin watched from the kitchen doorway, frozen, as Mark’s thick fingers slid under the shorts and pushed into Nico’s needy hole without foreplay. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the apartment.

“Bedroom. Now,” Mark ordered.

Nico nodded frantically. “Yes, Daddy. Use me. Ruin my hole.”

They didn’t even close the door.

Kevin stood in the hallway, heart shattering at the sounds he could overhear. The wet slap of skin against skin. Nico’s high, desperate moans. Mark’s deep, filthy growls.

“Take it, boy. That’s it. Swallow Daddy’s cock. Fuck, your throat’s so tight. Gonna bust so hard you’ll taste me for days.”

Kevin’s hand moved without permission. He felt himself palming his own pathetic erection through his jeans, shame burning through him like fire. Tears streamed down his cheeks even as he unzipped the fly and fished out his small cock, even as he started stroking in time with the rhythmic thump of the headboard against the wall.

Inside the bedroom, Mark was relentless. “You’re mine now, Nico. My cumdump. I’m gonna fuck you every night while that worthless roommate of mine jerks his tiny dick in the next room.”

Nico giggled, voice breaking on a moan. “He’s so pathetic, Daddy. Can we… can we make him watch sometime?”

Mark laughed, deep and satisfied. “Maybe. If he’s good. But today is Valentine’s, boy, so we're the only two people in the world right now.”

Kevin came hard, shamefully, biting his lip to stay quiet and choke down the moan. His load splattered against the hallway floor as the sounds of Mark fucking his new boy toy echoed through the apartment. The man who had once whispered “I love you” to Kevin before bed each night now snarled filthy commands and slapped Nico’s fat, jiggling ass until it was red.

When it was all over, the apartment fell quiet except for Nico’s soft, satisfied whimpers and Mark’s low, possessive grunts.

Kevin slid down the wall, spent and broken, staring at the still ajar bedroom door. He could smell the musk wafting out. Valentine’s Day was over. His relationship was over, too. The man he loved was gone, replaced by a big, hairy, dominant daddy who didn’t even recognize his former boyfriend as anyone other than a dude who split the rent payment with him.

And in the morning, Kevin would start packing. He had a couple days to come up with a plan, but it was a given that Mark and Nico were not going to be shy about their love during that time. He’d be listening to the daddy and his boy fucking like rabbits through the wall at least until Sunday.

He cock began to rise again just thinking about it.

[axeeglitter]

Valentine's last delivery

Ethan’s boots felt heavier with every step down the sixth-floor hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects, and the carpet was the same cheap beige it had been for twenty years. 3:47 a.m., Valentine’s Day was finally bleeding out and from the hallways, Ethan could hear the happy couples celebrating this special day. “Last delivery...” he said still fuming about this shift his boss forced on him or he would be fired. Pepperoni and mushroom, extra cheese, delivered to 612, Maple Street. Then he could climb back into his car, drive the twenty minutes home to Sarah, and pull the little velvet box from the glove compartment. He’d been practicing the words all night between runs: “Sarah, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. Will you marry me?” The ring was simple white gold, exactly what she’d hinted at for months.

He knocked twice on the door, polite but firm.

The door opened on a guy who could have been anyone. Mid-twenties, wire-rimmed glasses, brown hair sticking up in every direction, wearing white T-shirt and baggy sweatpants. Alex, the app said. Just another lonely customer who’d probably spent the night alone with his phone and a bottle of cheap wine.

“Eighteen fifty,” Ethan said, holding out the warm box.

Alex reached for his wallet on the little entry table. “Yeah, uh… keep the change, man. Sorry it’s so late. I guess you had better things planed for tonight.” Alex said kindly to Ethan as he kept looking for his wallet before handing the money. “Here you go, and you can keep the change. Thanks!” Alex finished as he grabbed the warmed pizza box from Ethan’s hands. The hallway lights flickered and unbeknown to them both, an invisible presence just happened to fly away from the gay couple apartment’s next door. “Looks like I still have time for one more gift for tonight…” Cupid said as he watched Ethan giving the pizza box to Alex. Cupid got closer and still being invisible, he smiled cockily as he exhaled a deep sensual gush of warm pheromones straight in Ethan’s opened mouth.

Ethan suddenly felt like a warm wave invaded his body and suddenly, the light around faded from his eyesight. The floor rushed up at him. He grabbed for the doorframe, but his fingers slid off the wood. His knees folded like wet paper.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there!” Alex lunged, catching him under the arms before he could hit the mat. The guy was stronger than he looked; his grip was solid, warm. “You okay, dude? You look like you’re about to keel over.”

Ethan’s head spun. His skin prickled with sudden heat. “I… yeah. Just… long night. Overdid it, I guess. Sorry.”

Alex didn’t let go. “No worries, man. Come inside for a second. Sit down. I’ll grab you some water. You’re not driving like this.”

Before Ethan could argue, Alex was guiding him over the threshold, kicking the door shut with his heel. The apartment smelled like stale popcorn and laundry detergent. A single lamp cast a soft yellow glow. The pizza box landed on the coffee table with a soft thump.

Cupid followed them just before the door closed and hovered invisibly near the ceiling, wings half-folded, one golden sandal swinging lazily. His golden tanned skin caught no light yet; the open toga clung to every carved line of his body. His thick cock was already hard, leaking a thin, glowing strand of pink precum. He licked his lips, eyes bright with bored cruelty.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” He said to no one as his cock spasmed in the air, making a drop of precum fall directly on Alex’s bare arms.

Alex felt the same feeling Ethan had just been through as the precum was absorbed directly in his blood. Cupid smirked watching his precum disappearing and both of the boys slowly gaining back their composure as they were now slowly looking at each other’s in the eyes.

The thought bloomed in both their heads at once, thick and sweet and impossible to ignore.

God… he’s so hot.

Ethan blinked. The idea felt wrong, alien, but it was already sinking in, warm and sticky. Alex’s messy hair, the way his shirt hung off his shoulders, the faint stubble on his jaw… suddenly it all looked good. Really good.

Alex’s breath caught. His cheeks flushed dark. “Fuck… why is it so warm in here?”

Neither of them questioned it. The thought just felt right.

Ethan’s hands moved on their own. He tugged at the zipper of his uniform jacket; it slid off and pooled on the floor. Alex mirrored him, yanking the shirt over his head, revealing a soft, pale torso. Ethan’s pants followed, then Alex’s sweatpants. They stood there in the dim light, Ethan in his boxer briefs, Alex in nothing but socks, both of them breathing harder than the situation called for.

Cupid drifted lower, cock in hand, stroking slowly. You should jerk off, he whispered into their skulls. It feels so fucking good.

Ethan’s fingers wrapped around his cock through the fabric, stroking lazily. A low groan slipped out. Alex did the same, eyes half-lidded, jerking himself with slow, dreamy pulls.

“Sorry dude, … I just have to,” Ethan murmured, but his voice was thick, almost smiling. “God… You are so hot.”

Alex nodded, stepping closer. “Thanks. You are not bad looking either.” He answered getting closer and closer in a seductive tone.

Cupid chuckled silently, pre-cum dripping onto the carpet.

The next thought slid in even deeper as Cupid got closer to Ethan’s opened ears: On your knees. Taste him.

Ethan dropped without hesitation, knees hitting the carpet. He looked up at Alex with glassy, hungry eyes, then leaned forward and took the dude’s cock into his hungry watering mouth.

The taste was salty, warm, intoxicating. Ethan’s lips stretched around the shaft, tongue swirling, sucking with eager, sloppy enthusiasm. Alex groaned, fingers threading through Ethan’s hair, hips rocking gently. “Fuck… yeah, just like that…”

Ethan bobbed his head, taking more, gagging softly when the head hit the back of his throat. His own cock throbbed untouched in his briefs, leaking into the fabric. He was lost in the haze, moaning around the thick length, saliva dripping down his chin.

Cupid floated directly above them, legs spread, jerking himself in time with Ethan’s bobs. “That’s it, boys,” he purred to the empty air. “Get him nice and wet for what’s coming.”

After a few minutes Alex pulled Ethan off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock. He stood, spun Ethan around, and bent him over the back of the couch.

The blunt head of Alex’s cock pressed against Ethan’s hole.

And suddenly, the fog of lust in Ethan’s mind shattered as he realized what was happening while Sarah crossed his lost mind.

Reality slammed back into Ethan like ice water as Sarah’s heartwarming laugh echoed in his ears and brought him back.

“What the fuck am I…,” His eyes flew wide. He was bent over, completely naked, ass up. Alex’s cock was right there, hot and slick and pushing.

“No, wait, stop!” Ethan gasped, trying to twist away. But his body wouldn’t obey. His hole was slick, open, aching. Alex pushed forward anyway still lost in the maze of Cupid’s lust.

The first inch slid in.

Ethan’s scream was pure terror. “Get off me! I’m not… I have a girlfriend! I’m straight, I’m…”

Laughter exploded from the ceiling, bright, delighted, vicious. “THE FUCK IS THIS!!!” Ethan screamed as he heard Cupid’s laugh and voice and suddenly the fog covering and hiding Cupid’s presence vanished slowly, revealing his presence to Ethan’s aware eyes.

“Oh finally,” the voice sang. “I was getting bored watching you two idiots go slow.”

The first pale gold of sunrise crept over the windowsill.

Cupid began to appear clearer and clearer.

It started at his feet, golden Spartiate’s laced up thick, sculpted calves, the leather straps gleaming as the light touched them. Then his legs materialized, tanned and powerful. His cock came next, thick and veined and still leaking glowing pink. The open grey toga fluttered into view, clinging to a torso carved like a god thanks to a heart shaped golden broach. Black angel wings unfurled behind him. Finally, his face, beautiful, cruel, lips curled in a smirk.

He floated there fully visible now, cock in hand, watching them with open hunger.

Ethan’s eyes locked on the creature. His stomach dropped through the floor. “What the… who the fuck are you?!”

Cupid’s smirk widened, slow and predatory. “Me? Let’s just say I’m the one who gifts love once a year on a special occasion like this special day, princess.”

Without warning, Cupid’s hips bucked forward in the air. His massive cock throbbed violently, the slit flaring open, and with a single blink of the eye looking at Ethan’s gapped mouth, he came, not normal cum, but a thick, glowing arrow of solidified seed that shot from his tip like a crossbow bolt. The arrow streaked through the air and slammed straight into Alex’s chest with a wet thwack as it vanished instantly, getting absorbed in his soul and skin.

Alex’s body exploded with power, he didn’t even realize they were not alone in the room anymore.

Muscle detonated across his frame in violent, wet surges. Shoulders broadened with audible cracks, widening until they strained the air around him. His chest ballooned outward into heavy, veined slabs of pec meat, nipples hardening into dark, sensitive coins. Abs carved themselves into deep, ridged valleys that flexed with every thrust. Arms thickened into veined pythons, biceps peaking like softballs. Legs became tree trunks, calves and quads swelling with raw, brutal power. His face sharpened, jaw squaring, cheekbones rising, stubble darkening into a perfect five-o’clock shadow that made him look dangerously handsome. And his cock, still buried balls-deep inside Ethan, swelled brutally, thickening to the girth of a wrist, lengthening until Ethan could feel the head pressing against his stomach from the inside. A fat, throbbing knot formed at the base, locking them together with a wet, obscene pop.

Alex’s new voice was a deep, rumbling growl, but his eyes stayed glassy, lost in the maze Cupid had woven. He didn’t wake. He just kept thrusting, hips snapping with machine-like power, the knot grinding relentlessly against Ethan’s rim.

Ethan twisted his head, horror flooding his face in a cold wave. “Alex, Alex, look at you, oh God, what the fuck, you’re… you’re huge… this isn’t real, this can’t be happening…”

Cupid laughed again, already stroking himself with long, lazy pulls aiming for Ethan now. His cock pulsed once more. “Time for round two, princess!” Cupid said as Ethan turned his back to Cupid only to watch him jerking off his huge dick one last time and laughing hard. Another glowing cum-arrow erupted from the tip.

It struck him square in the sternum.

The heat hit him like molten lava pouring straight into his bones as Ethan started to scream in pure terror as he kept on watching Alex’s feral face thrusting deep in him.

His shoulders narrowed with a sickening pop, bones shifting, muscle melting away like warm wax. His chest deflated, then swelled again, soft, perky mounds forming where hard pecs had been, nipples puffing into sensitive pink buds that throbbed in the cool air. His waist cinched brutally tight, ribs pulling inward until he felt like he might snap in half. His ass surged outward in two heavies, jiggling waves, fat piling on in obscene amounts, cheeks rounding into perfect heart-shaped globes that clapped wetly with every brutal thrust from Alex. He felt his anus start to spasm and contract around Alex’s cock. He could feel it getting, puffy and slick, drooling sweet fluid down his smooth thighs in steady streams. His cock, still seven and a half full inches, remained, but the rest of his body had become almost completely smooth and delicate: slender limbs, a tiny waist, a soft, boyish chest with almost no muscle definition at all. He looked like the ultimate twink, fragile, fuckable, utterly helpless.

Ethan stared down at his transformed body in pure, gut-wrenching panic. His mind was still screaming that this was all a nightmare. He could see Sarah’s smiling face as they wake up side by side while he felt Alex’s thrusting deep in him, now almost clearly seeing the bulge created by his cock through his stomach. “No, no, please, this isn’t me, give it back, give my body back… You can’t do this…”

Cupid’s laughter rang out again, low and filthy, echoing off the walls. “Don’t worry princess, we still have some more time before the sun rise and I’m sure you’ll fall in love with the results!”

Cupid drifted lower, wings beating lazily, and reached down to one of his golden Spartiate’s. With a flick of his fingers, he pulled free a long, shimmering ribbon of pure golden, shimmering silk that seemed to pulse with inner light, glowing faintly pink at the edges.

“These are godly ribbons, princess,” he purred, voice dripping with mock tenderness as he floated closer. “Once they’re tied, only a god can untie them. And I’m feeling very generous tonight for a secondary gift.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in fresh terror as Cupid approached. The creature was breathtakingly beautiful, golden skin, black wings, that massive leaking cock, but the smile on his face was pure sadism. Ethan tried to pull away, but Alex’s knot held him fast, the bigger man still pounding away like a machine.

“No, stay away, don’t touch me, please, I’m begging you, don’t…”

Cupid ignored him completely smiling to the vision of Ethan’s hard and leaky cock in front of him. He knelt in the air right in front of Ethan’s still-hard cock, the ribbon dangling from his fingers like a promise. Ethan could feel the heat radiating off the god’s body, smell the sweet, musky scent of his arousal. “Yes, that’ll do perfectly…” Cupid said to himself between Alex’s feral moans.

The ribbon moved on its own.

It slithered forward like a living serpent, cool and silky at first, then warm as it made contact. It wrapped around the very base of Ethan’s 7.5-inch shaft, then began to coil upward, slow, deliberate, loop after loop, encircling every inch of his length all the way to the sensitive tip. The silk tightened with each turn, squeezing gently but insistently, pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat. It felt alive, warm, throbbing, almost affectionate in the most humiliating way. Ethan whimpered, hips twitching uselessly, his cock twitching and leaking despite the terror flooding his veins.

“It’s too tight, fuck, it hurts, please, take it off, I can’t… This is not supposed to feel like this…”

Cupid leaned in closer, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. He exhaled slowly, a warm, glowing puff that washed over the ribbon.

The silk melted and sank into Ethan’s flesh.

It disappeared completely, merging seamlessly with his skin until there was no trace of it left. But the effect was immediate and devastating. Ethan’s erection collapsed in a single, humiliating instant, his cock softening, shrinking, becoming completely limp and useless in the open air. No matter how hard his mind screamed for it to rise, how much he felt the need to get hard, nothing happened. It just hung there, soft and defeated, the blood draining away as if the ribbon had stolen every drop of arousal from his body forever.

Ethan’s breath hitched into a broken sob. “OMG! No… no, please, not like this… What have you done?!… what did you do to me? Stop this wicked game, please, turn us back, I’m begging you, turn us back to how we were! I don’t even know this dude!!”

Cupid only smiled wider.

But before he continued, he flicked his wrist and pulled a second gift from the folds of his toga, a thick, gleaming golden cord, warm and heavy, pulsing with the same inner light as the ribbon. He floated behind Alex, reached down, and wrapped the cord snugly around the base of the new jock’s massive cock and heavy balls, tying it in a firm, intricate knot. Then he exhaled the same glowing breath.

The cord melted and merged into Alex’s skin, vanishing completely. Alex’s balls swelled even larger, skin stretching tight as they filled with impossible volume. His cock throbbed harder inside Ethan, the knot pulsing with new power and need to breed. Stamina flooded the jock’s body, endless, relentless. “There we go, like that, nobody is jealous.” Cupid said as he watched Ethan’s limp cock jumping between his legs while he floated back above them both.

“Here’s the deal, princess,” Cupid said, voice silky and cruel. “I’m not a monster. As I said, I’m a giver of love. You want to turn back? You can! As long as you don’t cum before the sun touches your skin, everything reverts. You go back to being boring old straight Ethan. Back to Sarah. Back to your sad little life. But if you cum before that light kisses you… this is forever. New body. New life. Deal? Great!”

As he spoke, Alex’s thrusts grew frantic thanks to Cupid’s secondary gift. The enhanced jock body was moving on pure instinct now, deeper, harder, the knot slamming against Ethan’s rim with wet, obscene slaps. Ethan could feel Alex’s newly supercharged balls drawing up tight, the head flaring, the knot locking tighter, the bigger man’s stamina making every stroke feel like it could go on forever.

“You mean we can turn back? OMG, we have to. I can’t stay like that! Fuck why does he thrust harder!! OMG WHY DOES HE THRUST HARDER?!” Ethan screamed realized what was about to happen “No, no, Alex, don’t, please, I’m begging you…”

Alex’s glassy eyes rolled back. His massive chest heaved. He let out a deep, guttural moan that shook the walls. The truth is, Alex had no one he could hold on to to escape Cupid’s daze of lust and love, and Cupid’s knew that. With one final thrust, Alex moaned louder then before and with that Ethan screamed knowing what was now inevitable.

Alex came, just before the first golden fingers of sunlight brushed the very tips of his toes.

Thick, endless ropes of hot jock cum flooded Ethan’s guts, pulse after pulse, so much it immediately squirted out around the knot in creamy white bursts, running down Ethan’s smooth thighs in rivers. The enhanced loads were heavier, thicker, flooding him so completely he could feel his belly swell slightly.

At the exact same moment, Alex’s voice cracked into a raw, worshipful moan.

“FUCK YEA! YOU LIKE THAT DON’T YOU?! THAT’S MY GOOD BOY!!”

The words hit Ethan like lightning and without him being able to control himself, his limp cock started to spasm.

Clear spurts forced themselves out in helpless, humiliating arcs, painting the carpet while his trapped, soft dick twitched uselessly, creaming against his will as his ass clenched again and again around Alex’s still hard and buried cock.

Pleasure ripped through him so violently his vision whited out. He moaned, loud, slutty, broken, while terror clawed at his throat.

Ethan’s vision blurred as he could see Sarah’s face replaced by Alex’s new one. Her laugh now replaced by his moans. His muscled arms around her shoulder replaced by Alex’s biceps hugging him. The ring he bought completely erased from his memory while the box still remained discarded on the floor in the middle of Ethan’s old clothes.

The last of the old Ethan vanished in a single, blinding flash as all he could now remember was the feeling of belonging to his jock of a boyfriend.

Ethan blinked, dazed, still impaled on Alex’s knot.

He smiled up at Alex, heart full of nothing but pure, aching devotion.

The apartment changed with the first sun rays.

Walls brightened to warm cream. The sad couch became deep, buttery leather. A weight bench appeared in the corner; dumbbells neatly racked. Framed photos materialized on every surface, Ethan and Alex laughing at the beach, spotting each other at the gym, kissing at their engagement party. The lonely bachelor pad became the perfect love nest for two happy jocks.

Alex pulled out slowly, the knot popping free with a wet, obscene sound. Cum gushed from Ethan’s wrecked, fluttering hole in thick white rivers, splattering the new carpet and running down his smooth thighs.

Alex turned, eyes soft and adoring, already madly, stupidly in love with his well-bred boyfriend. He turned around as they both laid on the carpeted floor and picked something up from their discarded clothes.

A small velvet box.

He opened it as he smiled between two exhausted inhales of musky air.

Inside was the exact ring Ethan had chosen for Sarah, white gold, simple, perfect.

Alex looked into Ethan’s eyes; voice thick with emotion.

“Will you marry me?”

Ethan’s new heart soared, without hesitation, he opened his eyes as he smiled, still trying to get his breath back after the love they just shared.

“Yes,” he whispered, voice soft and adoring. “Of course, I will, baby. I love you.”

Cupid’s face, still faintly visible in the sunrise, curled into one final, satisfied smirk, as it disappeared into the sun rays for a year to come until February 14 of next year.

Another perfect Valentine’s couple created.

The sparkles that he disappeared into faded completely like dust in the warm first rays of the morning sun.

And Ethan smiled up at his fiancé, heart full of nothing but love for the men that he will share his life with. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hey everybody! Long time no see ^^

I just wanted to share with you a themed story for this very special day of lovers.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope that even if you're alone, this story will bring you some joy and self-love :p

See you soon, and take care of yourselves. As always, my inbox and DMs are open if you have ideas or just want to chat.

[heytopman]

Trainer from the Trained Pt. 2

“I get it Joshy. You earned this sweat after training me so hard. Now cover up, you look like a whore.” Mike said condescendingly, throwing a noticeably smaller towel in Joshy’s direction. Mike grabbed what appeared to be a letter from his shorts as well. He tucked it into his towel as he led the way to the sauna.

Joshy quickly covered up his manhood, flipping his cock upward and tightly wrapping his towel around his midsection. Once his cock was put away Joshy realized just how small his towel was. His thick bubble butt stuck out obscenely, barely covered by the thin fabric.

“Don’t you think this towel is a little fruity?" Joshy asked.

“Fruity? What a funny word. Joshy. Tell me honestly. What did you think of me before this afternoon?” Mike asked.

“I thought you were a fag. At first I didn’t want to train you. I couldn’t stand fags, especially the girly ones, but you actually helped me realize all fags aren’t bad.” Joshy spoke.

“I thought it was something like that. Joshy, listen up. You changed me for the better. Now I’m going to return the favor. You love ‘fruity’ things. All things ‘fruity’ in fact.” Mike said with directness. Joshy instantly knew that to be true. Man did his client know him! “You especially love acting femme. You now talk with a lisp and mostly utilize your higher register. ” With that Joshy’s gait began to change as they walked towards the sauna doors, becoming wider, more languid, showing off his ass as he followed behind Mike’s gym pumped form. His lips pursed. He widened his eyes, making them appear more doe like.

Mike held open the large glass door to the sauna. Plumes of thick white steam poured forth.

“Thank you, thir.” Joshy lisped, his voice pitching higher. Mike smiled at that, feeling ever more the man.

The spa was exceptional. Atlas Gym sparing no expense on amenities. The walls were covered in aspen, several nooks and benches formed artfully designed areas for members to lounge and talk out plans. However, Mike had different ideas for these spaces. He led Joshy to a particularly secluded section of benches walled off by intricate wicker walls designed to look like birds nests, with woven private rooms and various levels of benches it was perfect for what Mike had in mind. Mike stopped here, removing his towel and letting his long cock splay out over his legs. Joshy opted to keep his towel on, sitting daintly down on the bench and crossing his legs.

“Joshy, you were just telling me how fruity you are.” Mike said smirking, loving how the man before him became completely changed in demeanor.

“Oh right.” Joshy chirped. “it’th tho weird, like, everyone thinkth I’m gay, but I’m as thstraight ath they come, girl!” Joshy giggled.

“Joshy…enough fooling. You’re gayer than a three dollar bill. You’re a walking, talking faggot, unable to concentrate when a real man’s package is visible. You’d do most anything to suck and get fucked by a big dick. Total size queen, you. Why do you think you love the smell of my sweat so much? You’re a fag slut Joshy, just accept it.” Mike snarled. His cock slowly rising like a flag pole as he uttered his latest command at Joshy.

“But I…no…the woman out front? I—I told you how I wanted to bang-“ Joshy sputtered, holding for dear life to his hetero-sexuality.

“Mikey you told me you loved her outfit. How you want to get more into cardio, because you’ve gotten too big.”

“I—You— you’re doing something to me. I gotta get out of here!” Joshy jumped up, his small towel falling to the floor as he swished and ran with his wrists bent. Mike lept up too, moving like lightning, his long legs carryong him faster to the door. Joshy collided straight into the tall jock’s hairy, sweaty chest. The man’s deep musk invading his nostrils.

The wheels began turning in Joshy’s mind as the stench began permeating through his senses. He gasped, realizing it was the smell rewriting his mind. Mike’s funk was controlling him. He covered his nose, breathing through his mouth. He tried with all his might to rub the sweat from his face. Mike only chuckled deeply as he lazily grabbed the back of Joshy’s head and shoved it into his other pit.

“So you figured it out, huh?” Mike said through a smile. “I have you to thank for it, Joshy. It wasn’t until we started training together that I realized the power of my musk. My whole life I never hit the gym, always too afraid to take the plunge. But when I began training with you—something changed, I started producing, what I can only think to call, pheromones…they don’t work on women, but for whatever reason men go crazy around my musk. They fall right in line. Right under my control.” Mikey smirked at the struggling hunk before him.

"I couldn’t believe it at first. I jokingly made commands to friends at work and they’d oddly fulfill them. Small things at first, buying me lunch on their dime and then bigger things like my asshole boss’ need to suck me off under my desk every day after giving me a 15% raise.”

Joshy continued breathing through his mouth, until Mike’s large hand covered it. The smaller, thick body builder held out as long as he could, his face turning red until…He gasped, he sputtered, he lost. Joshy’s hand pulled away from his nose for a deep breath. Mike’s pungent odor filled his nostrils with a burning funk.

“There, there Joshy. Just breath. Breathe deep, slut. Breathe deeper than you ever have before.” Joshy moaned and huffed and huffed and moaned into Mike’s armpit, tears streaming down his face as he succumbed to Mike’s pheromones.

“Mike this is wrong. You can’t just change people.” Joshy pleaded through his huffs and licks. “People have lives!”

“I know-I promise I know. But that’s why I need you. Once I transform you I’m going to use my musk on myself. I don’t want to become the power hungry twats I hated. I just need one guy to ground me and that has to be you. You’re the only one who can reshape me, Joshy. Please.

Joshy looked upon his client’s handsome, pained face. Seeing honesty in his eyes he nodded. He succumbed to Mike’s words.

“Now slut. Accept everything I just told you. Tell me what you are.” Joshy took in one final huff, filling his lungs with the potent mix.

"I’m totally a fag thslut for real men’th dick.” Joshy moaned in between huffing Mike’s sweaty pits. “I’m, like, totally obsethed with your thmelly pitsth, Mike. Fuck Daddy, can I thuck you off?” Joshy lisped, going weak at the knees as he pawed at Mike’s fat cock.

“In a minute Joshy. First tell me honestly about the blonde woman on the elyptical from earlier.”

“She ith like totally fierce!” Joshy responded in between huffs. “I’m jealous because I need to get on her cardio game. I’m, like, waaay too big right now.” Joshy sighed.

“Never fret Joshy. Let’s go back to our room and I can tell you some more fun things. We can even strategize next steps for your fitness game and then I need you to read this to me as I huff my own stink. It will ensure I never use this power on anyone ever again, unless it is deemed valid by you.” Mike said assuredly.

God he was so perfect, Joshy thought and nodded like bobble head as Mike led them back to their nested room. His large hand held Joshy’s smaller one. Joshy knew he was stronger than Mike, but he felt so small around the man.

Mike laid Joshy down on a tall wooden bench, designed as a massage table. Mike placed his now swishy trainer’s thick neck and head into a cushioned pillow for support. His face open to the floor below. Massage oil was conveniently located at the bench’s side.

Mike marvelled at the man before him. Just an hour ago Josh drilled Mike like a machine, relentlessly commanding his body through rigourous sets. Now Mike would return the favor to his sweet Joshy.

"Joshy I want you to completely relax for me. Accept what I say easily.” Mike languidly spelled out. The large bodybuilder sighed out contentedly, his eyes closing, his breathing deepening as he took more of Mike’s musk into his lungs. Mike coated his hands with oil and began to rub the pronated man before him, their sweat acting to further lubricate his strong motions.

“Joshy you are my boyfriend. I am the only man for you. You are my little fag slut, bottom of a trainer. Your cock never gets hard and the pleasure you receive centers from this fat ass.” Mike laid out plainly. beginning to work open Joshy’s soon to be loose hole.

“Oh fuck daddy.” Joshy moaned. “You feel thooo good.” Mike smirked down at the writhing man on his two fingers. He began pistoning in and out of his new boyfriend’s pussy, that girly lisp music to his ears.

"Over the next few months, Joshy, you will completely reshape your fitness program. I like twinks with fat asses and flaccid cocks. Your sole effort will be to shed this bulky muscle, except that of your legs and ass; There I need you to redouble your efforts. Grow big Joshy. Grow a fat, muscle ass for daddy with huge thighs and calves to match. A fat ass with a hyper sensitive pussy.” Mike said, his fingering increasing in speed, a third thick finger added to play Joshy’s boy button.

“Fuck. Feelth thoo good! Yeth daddy, fuck—but wait. My manager. The team. I’m thupothed to be sthrong.” Joshy moaned out as his pussy continued to open.

“I’ll take care of them…In fact I think it is time for you to move on from this company altogether. With you by my side we can start our own gym” Mike said thoughtfully. Without so much as a word, Mike pulled out his fingers from Joshy’s aching twat and continued to roughly massage his new boyfriend’s body. “I’m going to worship these big muscles for the last time they’ll ever be at this size. After today your diet and fitness goals change Joshy.”

Mike poured over Joshy’s thick thighs, kneading into his muscular ass with relentless precision. His strong hands found there way up his posterior chain and into his large, hairless mid back. Mike worshiped the man’s gorgeous shoulders, and crawled his hands down each thunderous arm. For Joshy’s part all he could do was moan femininely as his boyfriend worked his body over.

Joshy’s eyes were closed during most of the massage, but they flew open at the feeling of something wet and spongey at his lips. There under the open massage head rest stood at attention the most beautiful cock he had ever laid eyes on. Joshy moaned as he accepted it into his faggy, slut mouth. The cock quickly became too much for the new gay man. He choked and sputtered, his face glossed with tears and spit. Just when it felt it was too much Mike spoke.

“Joshy, relax. Fag slut’s like you don’t have a gag reflux.” Instantly Joshy accepted the thick cock down his throat. His sputters replaced with girly moans. Mike continued his assault on his boyfriend’s throat even as he reached his hands back to his muscular bubble butt. Joshy began to moan uncontrollably, his body overcome with a sense of fullness as his throat was filled with cock and Mike re-inserted his three fingers into his wet hole. Mike began to piston his cock in and out of his new boyfriend’s throat all while playing his boy button with expert precision. In that moment Joshy’s ass convulsed around Mike’s three fingers. He saw stars as his soft deflated cock began to uselessly puddle cum from his large balls. At the sight of his man’s orgasm, Mike unleashed a torrent of cum down Joshy’s throat, moaning deeply with each thrust.

The two separated from one another. Mike grabbed the aforementioned letter he had written for Joshy to read to him.

“Babe. I need you to read this to me. It will ensure I never become corrupted by my power. I will forever be devoted to you and our community. It’s all up to you now.” Mike smiled. He handed Joshy the letter, took a seat on the bench and began to huff his own musk in earnest. His pupils dilated, his jaw went slack, and Joshy began to read in his new girly voice.

… Six months later …

Joshy moaned loudly. Bouncing his fat ass up and down like a basketball on Mike’s thick, muscular body. His man’s huge, 9” rod disappearing up his sloppy hole with masterful skill, his now slender body covered in a sheen of sweat. The muscle he retained glistened on his hairless frame, his pecs bounced in time with each quivering landing he made. Joshy’s dick now permanently soft and leaking, slapping his man’s thick, jizz covered abdomen.

“God babe—fuck—just-like-that! Fuck!” Joshy squealed almost losing it as he rode his man’s dick. Mike, feeling himself getting closer, took control. Playtime was over. He grabbed his man’s fat ass and began thrusting upward, lifting his man like a human fleshlight, his huge hairy guns bulging with muscle as he pounded the eager bottom’s hole. Suddenly Mike stopped his thrusts, watching his man’s angelic, blissed out face as he bottomed out. He held him there, moaning uncontrollably in heat.

“Whose ass is this babe?” Mike smirked, keeping a firm grip on Joshy until he answered.

“Fuck! Yours!” He moaned and with that Mike again began hammering away.

“That’s-right-this-ass- is- MINE!” Mike grunted. His cock began to pulse, it wouldn’t be long now. With all the strength he now had, he easily rolled the lighter Joshy onto his back, his cock never leaving his man’s hole. Now in missionary he began pounding in earnest. Joshy reached up, tweaking Mike’s thick nipples as his hole was pummeled. Joshy’s own dick was left untouched, the fullness in his ass was all the pleasure he needed.

Mike hit a fever pitch. His thrusts becoming erratic, Joshy’s hole squelching as Mike pistoned in and out.

“Fuck Joshy. Fuck, you make daddy so happy fuck. FUCK! Gonna breed that slut hole babe. Fuckkk babe. TAKE IT!!” Mike screamed and babbled incoherently. Pulse after pulse of cum erupted from Mike’s dick. His huge body giving Josh its full 250 lbs of weight while Mikey’s lean 160 lbs took it like a champ!

“Daddy fuck!!! You’re so fucking big!! Fuck me daddy. Fuck my HOLE fuckkkk meeeeee!!” Joshy squealed, his 3” flaccid cock gushed forth as his hole quivered around Mike’s shaft until it finally clenched down, not wanting the fireworks to end.

Mike left his still hard cock in Joshy’s thick ass, as the two lovers panted and gently kissed. Mike slipped onto Joshy’s side, cradling the smaller man in his huge arms. They spooned as his cock continued to spontaneously convulse in his man’s hole.

Life was bliss for the gym owning power couple. Pretty soon after Joshy’s initial changes began, Mike’s own changes took effect. Mike purchased a local failing gym in the gayborhood and became its CEO. He made careful hypnosis files for himself to let Joshy mold him into the perfect Dom Daddy. As he sniffed his own musk and heard his voice, the changes were sealed and day by day he became the monster Daddy he was today. They both promised themselves to love and honor the other. Not only did they come to honor one another, they became the conssumate daddies of the gayborhood.

The couple gave back to the community, fostering change and Mike made good on his word. Joshy was his guiding light…everywhere except the bedroom and neither would have it any other way.

Joshy became a changed man. He went from a staggering 200 lb 5’9" bodybuilder to an insatiable 160 lb twunk with all his weight centering around his lower half; Though he still kept some definition in his bouncy chest and muscular arms. He strutted around the gym in tight feminine clothing, showing off his thunder thighs and fat pulsing ass. He loved all the attention he received, though he only had eyes for Mike…that is unless Mike ordered him to suck off his co-workers and bodybuilder managers. As devoted as they were, they received endless pleasure in pleasuring others. It was all a part of their new pheromone fueled personas. Sniff, sniff.

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Trainer from the Trained Pt. 1

Mikey is going to flip Josh’s cocky straight world in its head. All’s well that ends well, right? Happy 500+ followers! Thanks for the love!

“Wow Mikey another incredible training session. You have come so far in 3 months! You killed it today!” Mikey’s trainer Josh said with his million dollar smile.

“Thank you!” Mikey panted. His shirt completely soaked through with sweat. “These last few months of training with you have been life changing, Josh.”

The gym had become a temple for Mikey. He went from a 6’ 4” rail thin loser at 160lbs, to a 220lb avid gym goer. His face had even changed, looking more angular and masculine and held up by a thick striated neck. Mikey looked like he was training to compete and it was all thanks to Josh.

“By the way, I love your shorts, Josh. ” The taller man smiled, through panted breath.

He nodded towards Josh’s skin tight, navy mesh shorts. They showed off his tree trunk thighs and thick shelf of an ass.

“Well they were your suggestion, dude! They totally show off my form. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many compliments on leg day.” Josh said, blushing.

“Josh you have helped me more than you know. I want you to hear me out on something.” Mikey smiled, finally his breathing at a regular pace.

“Oh ya, what’s that?” Josh asked. His killer smile still fresh on his face.

“Well I want to do that for you. I want to mold you into something better, as you did me.” Mikey leered down at his beefy trainer.

Josh’s smile began to waiver. A quizzical look now lining his handsome, jock face.

“Sorry Mikey. I don’t think I follow.” Josh said, looking earnestly into Mikey’s eyes. There was something there Josh couldn’t place. Something new. A fire in Mikey’s eyes.

“You don’t have to understand. To be honest I don’t much understand it myself. Maybe a demonstration would be more beneficial? Tell me, what do you think of that woman over there?” Mikey gestured to the buxom blonde, panting away on an elliptical. “Tell me honestly.”

Josh wanted to say that was really inappropriate, that he couldn’t talk about patrons that way, but for some reason he honestly answered the question.

“I think she’s totally bang-able. 10 out of 10 tits, amazing ass and if she told me to meet her in the single stall bathroom, I would.” Mikey smirked as Josh was completely mortified. How was this happening?!

“Josh calm down. Trust that everything is alright. I think you’ve done enough work today. Please cancel your remaining appointments, tell your managers you’ve pulled something. You need to follow me to the sauna. You actually feel excited about lying to your boss to get some one on one time with me.”

Josh felt a calm wash over him, followed by a bit of mischievous excitement, even as he knew something was very wrong. He made up some bogus excuse to the higher ups at the gym, a little limp to his leg to make it believable. His manager did not skip a beat in letting him take the rest of the day off. Josh never called out.

Mikey led the way to the Men’s locker room. Josh looked around for someone, anyone. He knew something was off, but he couldn’t place it. His heart sank as he realized it was one of those perfect odd hours where no one was at the gym. They had the place entirely to themselves.

Josh waited patiently as Mikey opened his locker. The man began changing in front of Josh. Josh was mortified as Mikey’s large flaccid dick came swinging into view. He knew the man was hung from their workouts, but Jesus! He was more-so upset because it started chubbing up a bit and it was a grower. He had always suspected Mikey was a fag, but this confirmed it for him.

“Dude what are you doing? Whipping your boned up cock out in front of me!?” Josh spewed, immediately feeling affronted by his client.

“Josh, listen. This is completely normal for you. In fact, this is a bit of a ritual for you and I. You plan your schedule around it to give us ample time in the sauna together after we lift. My dick chubbing up is totally normal after pumping so much blood out there in the gym. ” Mikey said matter of factly. Josh shook his head, stunned, but he knew everything Mikey said was true.

“Oh right—total overreaction. Also, sorry I forgot to plan accordingly today with my clients, my man. I don’t think I even brought a suit.” God how could Josh forget? They do this every week!

“Josh don’t be ridiculous. You don’t like wearing a suit in the sauna, being nude is part of the experience.” Mikey retorted.

“Of course, Dude. I don’t know where my head is today.” Josh admitted sheepishly.

“No worries.” Mikey said with a smirk. “Happens to the best of us. Shall we?”

“Oh ya. Let’s!” With that Josh smirked and stepped out of his tight shorts that Mikey had suggested he begin wearing to their training sessions. He tossed them in with Mikey’s sweaty gym clothes, Josh’s smaller uncut cock coming into view, sitting cutely on his thick 5’ 9” bodybuilder frame.

“There it is. What a cute cock. Now Josh, I want you to zone out for a moment while I tell you some things. You are to fully absorb whatever I say as truth.” With that Josh’s eyes glazed over as Mikey began to speak.

…

“Alright Joshy that should do it-- Hey, what’s got you so excited?” Mike asked with a funny smirk on his face, his eyes gesturing down to Joshy’s groin.

Joshy followed his gaze and was horrified to see that his cock had thickened up. The uncut 6” club was pin hard and dripping. He scrambled to cover up.

“I—oh my gosh. I have no idea.” But just then Joshy caught a whiff of something. “What-what’s that smell?” Joshy asked, feeling his manhood grow ever harder.

“I don’t smell anything.” Mike began to chuckle.

“No seriously. You don’t smell that? I think it’s,” Joshy took a big whiff from the air, a small moan escaping his lips. “I think it’s coming from your locker.” Joshy took a tentative step forward. Almost afraid of what he was about to do.

He picked up Mike’s sweaty clothing and took a deep breath. Fuck. He moaned into the musky crotch of Mike’s shorts.

“Ohhhh you’re talking about that smell.” Mike looked at Joshy, that intensity in his eyes burning ever deeper. Joshy took another deep huff, unable to contain his lust, he began humping at the air. His smallish cock bobbing up and down as pre cum whipped from the tip.

Just then Joshy dropped the clothing and turned to Mikey, his pupils dilated as he sniffed the air. He grabbed Mike’s muscled arm and shoved his face right into his hairy armpit. After another deep breath in, Joshy tentatively stuck his tongue out. His knees started going weak.

“Woah. You alright there Joshy?” Mike’s smug look pulled Joshy from his lust. He went completely red as he realized what he’d just done.

“Oh my gosh, Mike. I’m so sorry. I have no idea what’s come over me.” Joshy’s whole body went completely red with embarrassment.

“Joshy—don’t worry about it. I won’t tell your manager, even though you totally just crossed the line there.” Mike smirked cockily.

“Thank you—thank you. I totally did, and it won’t happen again. I have no idea what came over me.” Even now Joshy had to stop himself from trying to smell Mike’s other pit. He would have to settle for the smell that remained on his upper lip.

“I get it Joshy. You earned this sweat after training me so hard. Now cover up, you look like a whore.” Mike said condescendingly, throwing a noticeably smaller towel in Joshy’s direction. Mike grabbed what appeared to be a letter from his shorts as well. He tucked it into his towel as he led the way to the sauna.