Hypno-Thick

18+ ONLY He/him Stories of guys under hypnosis, mental change and tfs. I do not own any of these pictures.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Broken

When I met him he was the picture of innocence. Clean shaven. Well spoken. He went to church every Sunday. He thought that the little tattoo he had gotten one drunk night in for $25 in Vegas was a scandal. His girlfriend was the love of his life. He was shopping for a ring. That all changed when he bumped into me. I saw a man who was so lost, he had convinced himself he was happy. I saw a man repressed and yearning to let go of it all and start over. I saw a man I could break and rebuild.

It was so easy to just “keep bumping into him.” To familiarize himself with me. After a week he had my phone number. After two he was texting me regularly. I listened to his hopes, his dreams, nodding along, knowing that they were worthless to him soon. Then he came over to my place. I would ply him with a little booze and let his mind adapt to me. My scent was making him woozy at first. He blamed it on the beer, but couldn’t ignore the feelings he was having as I wrapped my arm around him. I joked at his cock getting hard. He blushed with shame, but didn’t leave. He knew he was safe with me now.

By the third time he came over I knew it was time. As he sat on my couch, he didn’t even blink as I took off my shirt. He complimented my body.

“I don’t usually love how tattoos look, but they really suit you. They look really good with your muscles.”

That was all I needed to know it was time. I leaned in close, shifting our position so I was nearly on top of him. His eyes grew wide. I let my hand graze his growing hard on. He was so cute when he still had shame. I handed him a pair of glasses I had picked out special. Told him to try them on. He didn’t hesitate. And it was over for him.

Instantly the spirals kicked in front of his eyes, as the bone conducting speakers in the arms came to life. It was moments before he started whining and whispering. Saying he didn’t understand. He didn’t want this. But as I positioned him right under my ripe arm pit, licked at his smooth chest, and stared playfully fondling his fat balls, the whispering was replaced with moans. And as I slowly shifted from rubbing his crotch to full on stroking it, the moans gave way to drool. He was ready to give it all up. To give in. It was time to finish his mental transformation.

I ordered him to my bedroom. I told him to strip naked. I told him to worship me. He complied with every order. He shoved my socked foot right into his face, licking at the thin layer of fabric separating himself from his master, filling himself with my scent. I lifted my arms and like a moth to a flame he began huffing and slobbering on my pits, cleaning them better than they had been in months. As I lifted his face out and sloppily made out with his blank, obedient face, I let his tongue slip into my mouth and savored my first real taste of him. His mouth tasted of my cheap beer and something faintly sweet. I knew the flavor of intense brain asphyxiation.

By now his neuron receptors were shutting down, simplifying in their logic. Everything that didn’t fit was being drooled right out of his stupid face. My words slipped right in as though they were his own thoughts. You would look so sexy if you started working out. You want to look sexy for me. You should get a few more tattoos. Let me pick them out. It feels right to let me use your body as my canvas. It makes me happy, and you want to make me happy. You love worshipping your master. It is better to be owned. His scent has marked you, so you are his to control. You get rock hard with your nose pressed against the sources of your master’s scent. Here I flipped over and presented my furry, sweaty asshole to him. The smell immediately drew him in. His inexperienced tongue lapped at my slit as his nose was filled with my strongest pheromones. Assisted by his drool and my grinding, I myself let go of a faint moan. But that’s all he needed as encouragement to double down as he explored with his tongue, eager to please his reason for existence. But I couldn’t let that be the end. There was one more release I needed to give my new toy. As I repositioned myself I gave him one last command. You love to cum in me. He automatically lifted my legs and lined up with my sloppily eaten out hole. He was only to happy to oblige.

It has been a few months now. As his muscles grow and fill in, his stubble turned to a beard, and his tattoos stretched across his body, he grows ever more devoted. His eagerness to please makes him excel even where experience was lacking. But experience comes with time, and while he may be a slow learner now, he takes direction very well. And without an inhibitor left in his life, the only limits may be my imagination. And lately I have been imagining a lot. If one ruined life can be so much fun to toy with, why not see what two can do?

[onelittlespiral]

Mythical Beach Body

Our friend had been such a drag when we tried to get him to the beach. All he could do was complain about the heat as we parked the car, the sand as we walked down to the shore, and the crowds when we laid out our towels and chairs. Made a big show of spraying on sunscreen as it blew in everyone’s faces.

“Dude, why did we even invite him?”

“I don’t know man, was hoping he would just chill out once we got here. I guess not everyone is a beach person.”

Honestly, when he fell asleep, it was a relief for us all. At least he wasn’t complaining.

“He’s out cold. Or hot, as the case may be.”

“Seriously, if he was just going to complain about getting sand in his trunks and getting wet why bother ruining it for everyone else.”

“Well that’s why we’re here dummy. Quick grab me a shovel.”

We all quickly got the idea and started piling sand on his legs.

“Bro, he’s gonna freak.”

“There’s no way this works…”

“Shut up, he said it works!”

“Shhhh…. you’re all gonna wake him up!”

We didn’t have to worry though. Sand soon covered all but his head poking out of the sand as he snoozed away.

“God, this shit’s so dorky… alright. Seas of change, seas of old, make this man to fit your mold!”

“….bro is something gonna happen?”

“He’s the same!”

“Told you it wasn’t going to work…”

“Shut it, Boozy! Let’s just give him some space and time. Now boys, let’s go have some fun!”

Little did they know how much of an impact a day at the beach can have on a man. Lulled by the rhythm of the surf, and encased in the shore, an offering had been made to the seas. Long had the ocean desired a new avatar for its influence. Now, the elements of the beach stretched out to claim one for their own. The warm sand curled around his form, slowly melting his body fat and squeezing it to be washed away by the tide. The winds whipped around him, shaping his face to the wild expression of a man grown weary by his travels. The roots in the dune grass reached out, weaving themselves across his torso, allowing the sand to cling all the closer. All the while, the afternoon Sun had risen high over head, focusing its beams to bake and tan its victim to a deep golden color.

As the elements chiseled and chipped away at the physical to turn this mortal into their deity, the tide slowly swelled, creeping towards its target. As saltwater slowly dripped into his shallow hole, it crept along his skin, wicking into and filling any space it could find. Reaching his legs first, currents of hair flowed from his folicals, reaching up to cover his legs and pooling beneath his ass. Finding its entry point, warm surf began testing the waters of his delicate crack, building pressure until the dam breeched and slowly began filling his inner cavity. The sudden stimulation forced a faint moan, letting the rising tide begin its flow across his lips and down his throat.

The body was slowly changing, accepting this penetrating force and responding to a new found need for salt water, sucking in each drop it could get. The body quickly swelled, muscles bulging trying to contain the influx. Pecs rose from nothing like a crashing wave, forearms rippled with newfound strength. Ab muscles, hard as seashells, calcified and dotted his torso. Shoulder muscles rose like dunes above his now titanic chest. Legs designed for swimming even the strongest currents pulsed and swelled beneath an ass that jiggled like water.

His body had accepted its place, but his mind was close behind. As the tide reached its peak, only his eyes remained above sea level. Water now pooled around his brain, submerging all thoughts into the deep waters of the ocean. All thought bubbled to the surface and were washed away, a blank slate for the water to influence. He was now just one with the sea.

As a quickly as the tide had flowed, it was now beginning to ebb. As the water rolled down his face, a pattern of sea foam remained, curing into a wild beard that smelled of the sea. The water inside dripped down, building pressure as his sac swelled, stretching and bloating larger and larger, forcing his balls and cock to balloon till, at last, a burst of relief, releasing a thick slurry of water and cum to join the ocean spray. All that was left behind was a thick sheen of sweat on the body of a new demigod, complete with mythical cock and virile cum salty as the sea.

Hours later, the group of beach bums returned to their buried friend.

“Bro, it’s not gonna work.”

“Who cares, at least we had a good day!”

“Dude, I’ve got to get that chick’s number before we-”

“Boozy, shut the fuck up. Look!”

The man who emerged from the sand was nothing like our friend who entered. As he cracked out of his shell, a wave of stench exploded from each crack in the sand. The man reeked of BO and salty ocean air in a way that could only be described as crass. Sand rolled down peaks of muscle, sticking to each armpit, ass cheek, and ab. Gone was his neatly cropped hair, it had carved itself into a thick mane of a mohawk, feathery and loose in the ocean breeze. As he dusted sand out of his fur, he oozed an aura of comfort and ownership. His muscle rippled like water across his body as he slowly stretched himself out. The relaxed expression on his face betrayed a simplicity that completed the look. This new man was a raw, buff, and powerful, and somehow standing where our friend had a short time ago.

“Sup, bros! Good day for the beach.”

“Now which of you is going to be first? I need attendants to serve the new Lord of the Seas.”

Boozy had turned his back and started cracking up, “Bro, this dude’s cracked. Who replaced Tyler with this shmuck! He’s hardly even-”

But the demigod was upon him. Taking his head firmly, he shoved him head first into his exposed pit. Instantly, his body trembled and fell limp, licking at the man in front of him, kissing him as he fell at his knees.

“My lord, I am yours to serve”

Turning back to us, he flexed once again, “Now men, who’s next to serve the Seas? I promise you will love the taste and smell of the ocean.”

[misctf]

Acing His Finals

AJ sat on his bed, phone pressed to his ear as he chatted excitedly with his girlfriend about their upcoming winter break trip. "I'm so stoked! Remember last year in Cancun?" AJ said with a grin, "Can't wait to recreate those memories, babe."

His mind drifted back to lazy days lounging on the beach, sipping margaritas, and passionate nights spent with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. He couldn't wait to make those memories again. Done with his last final, all he had to do now was pack and get back home. He stood up and stretched.

"Alright babe, I'll call you soon. Gotta pack, can't wait to get outta here." He smiled, "See you soon."

As he hung up, the door burst open, "AJ! Dude, I'm freaking out here!" His roommate and best friend Matt burst into the room, looking disheveled and stressed. "I have to ace this final project or I lose my scholarship!" He ran a hand through his hair, "It's due on Monday, dude."

"Dude, chill out." AJ frowned, taking in the sight of his roommate. He was still in his gym clothes, a hint of alcohol on his breath, "Wait? Were you out partying?"

"How the fuck do you expect me to manage the stress, bro?" Matt groaned, "It's okay, it's okay. I might've found the answer to my problems." He grinned, "Look at this!" He pulled out a rock.

"A rock?"

"It cost a lot, but the guy I bought it from said it would help me."

"How drunk are you, dude?"

"Not that drunk," Matt insisted, waving the stone in front of him. "The seller said if I rub it and make a wish, it'll grant me whatever I need to succeed." He could see the skepticism on AJ's face, "Dude... you'll see! I wish… I wish I could ace my final project and keep my scholarship!"

At first nothing happened. AJ sighed, "Dude, I don't think..."

Matt looked at AJ with relief, "Thank god you made it here. I don't know what I'd do without your brains." The words tumbled out, unfamiliar yet natural, as if they'd been spoken many times before.

"Dude, what're you talking about?" AJ shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the dorm room. His sports trophies, his posters, his athletic wear... it all seemed foreign, relics of another life, "Wait, dude, what's happening?" Panic began to rise in his throat as he realized he didn't recognize half the items. This was supposed to be his room, but everything felt wrong, "I… I don't understand, Matt. What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be here?" AJ's brow furrowed in confusion.

Matt waved him off impatiently, already rummaging through a pile of papers. "Nevermind that now. I've got that damn project for my pre-calc class and I need you."

As Matt continued to search frantically for something, AJ felt an overwhelming urge to remove his clothes. He started pulling off his shirt with trembling fingers, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his skin.

"No no, hold on a second there, Art." Matt held up a hand, stopping him. "You don't get your reward until after you help me with this project, remember our deal?"

Reward? Deal? What was Matt talking about? Almost against his will, he scurried towards the bathroom, clutching his stomach.

"I-I'll just be a minute…" AJ called over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind him.

In the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom, AJ stared at his reflection in the mirror, his heart pounding, hyperventilating.

"Something isn't right..." He pulled off his clothes, the cool air feeling good against his warm skin, "Fuck... I feel sick." He stared at his naked form- his muscular physique unchanged yet it felt so wrong and unfamiliar, "Wh-what are these fucking thoughts?" He grunted and grabbed his head, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

When he looked back in the mirror, his reflection was blurry. He desperately rubbed his eyes, but his vision remained blurry and unfocused. He leaned towards the mirror, his hand inadvertently knocking something to the ground.

"Oh geez!" He yelped, his own voice sounding unfamiliar to his ears.

He cleared his throat and reached down to pick up whatever had fallen. And in his hand, he found himself holding a pair of thick-rimmed glasses he'd never seen before. They were heavy in his hands, the lenses slightly smudged.

"What the hell…" AJ muttered, putting them on. The room snapped into sharp focus, every detail crystal clear. But these weren't his glasses - he'd always had perfect vision. Didn't he?

His thoughts were interrupted by a strange pressure in his legs. The muscles cramping and relaxing, sending waves of discomfort and pleasure through them.

"Oh gosh! What...?" He cleared his throat again and looked down at his legs.

He watched in horror as the firm muscle of his calves and thighs began to soften and shrink. His calves thinned, his thighs losing their definition. Even his pert ass shrunk. In mere moments, his once powerful legs and ass were slender sticks that looked like they'd never seen a gym.

"No no no…"

It wasn't just his legs. That strange, unsettling pressure spread to his core, attacking the washboard abs he'd worked so hard for. One by one, the defined ridges smoothed away, replaced by a soft, smooth stomach, that pushed out into a small, squeezable paunch.

"What's happening to me?" AJ gasped, squeezing his small, doughy belly in his hands, "This can't be real." He was hyperventilating now, "Oh my god!"

AJ gasped as the breath was knocked from him as his broad, muscular chest deflated. His proud pecs shrank and flattened, becoming thin and weak. Simultaneously, his bulging biceps and triceps withered, his previously sculpted arms now lacking any of their original definition or thickness.

"Oh goodness gracious, wh-where, wh-what?" he cried out in a voice that was sounding more nasally by the second. He flexed what little remained of his upper body strength, "I don't understand… I don't... I..."

A searing pain wracked his brain. The poor jock cried out as knowledge of complex equations and scientific theories flooded his mind, replacing his intimate understanding of gym routines and athletic conditioning. Quantum mechanics, advanced calculus, obscure historical facts - it was all there, swimming through his consciousness.

"Ack! Too much, I can't process it all!" AJ clutched his head, dizzy from the influx of new information.

And as AJ grasped with the new knowledge flooding his brain, his skin grew paler- his once sun-kissed tan faded to a sickly pallor, making him look washed-out and unhealthy.

"No...." he begged, tears springing to his eyes as he watched helplessly.

He watched as his body and skin aged, fine lines etching themselves around his eyes and mouth. Puffy bags formed under his bloodshot eyes, dark circles emphasizing his gaunt appearance. Suddenly, he knew he was in his early thirties- beaten and rundown from years of grad school.

"Hnnngh!" A strangled noise escaped his lips as coarse, wiry hairs began sprouting from his cheeks, chest and belly, spreading across his body like an invasive weed.

"Awww ssshtopp!" AJ squeaked in distress, his once sexy baritone shifting higher and more nasally, a horrible lisp distorting his previous confidence, "Oooh my goodneth!"

Memories surged through his fractured psyche - lonely nights spent scouring over academic journals, late nights playing on his refurbished Nintendo 64, an extensive model calculator collection covering the shelves in his room… His memories of his girlfriend, Cancun, his life before this were being boxed away and stored deep in the recesses of his mind.

"Thith ithn't right. Thith ithn't fair! i'm not thith!" He begged, staring at the hairy, pale, scrawny figure in the mirror.

But an explosive tingling sensation shot through AJ's groin, forcing his attention downward. There, his cock was swelling and lengthening, pulsing with an intensity that made him moan. It engorged past the size of his previous impressive member, now a thick, veiny, leaking cock jutting obscenely from a thatch of wiry pubes.

"Awww gwaaawwwd yethththhhh" he slurred, hand reaching for his cock. A cock so large that it looked comical on his tiny frame.

Memories flashed - jocks letting him suck them off in exchange for his help on assignments, illicit moments with burly professors eager to utilize more than his mind. And when he wasn't being used in and out of the classroom, he was home. Pumping his meat, jerking off endlessly to satisfy his insatiable cock…

"It feelth tho good!" AJ groaned as his balls swelled and filled, dropping further than his previous pair, "I need it... I need it..." His ass ached to be squeezed, his hole filled.

"Pleathe Matth, I need it tho bad!" AJ whined desperately, tears starting to fall as part of him realized what he was saying- what he was becoming. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his erection bobbing lewdly with each step.

"I've got alllll the anthwerth you need, Matth!" he lisped, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Jutht let me wrap my lipth 'round your big, juicy cock and I'll make thure you ace that project!"

AJ dropped to his knees in front of Matt, looking up at him with pleading, lust-hazed eyes. His small, soft hands reached for the waistband of Matt's pants, trembling with anticipation.

For a moment, Matt stared in confusion at the desperate, slutty nerd in front of him. Part of him somehow reconciling him as his best bro, AJ. But reality itself bent to the magic of the wishing stone. Matt's memories changed in his mind, seamlessly rewriting history. To him, it had always been this way - Arthur, his brilliant but depraved teaching assistant, offering his "special services" in exchange for help with difficult coursework.

Matt gazed down at the man who had once been his best bro, a wide grin splitting his face. "Well well, look at you," he chuckled, "all eager and desperate for my cock, aren't ya, you little slutty nerd?"He grasped AJ's chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. "I bet you've been jerking off thinking about wrapping those lips around me all day, haven't you?"

AJ nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, "Yes Matth, I wanna thwallow you whole!" But part of AJ wanted to cry out that this wasn't him, that he wouldn't dream of sucking cock.

"Mmm, sounds like someone's earned themselves a reward," Matt teased, slowly unzipping his pants, "But remember Arthur, once you've sucked me dry, you're still gonna help me with that project, got it?"

As Matt uttered the name "Arthur", a sudden jolt shocked AJ's system. For an instant, clarity pierced the fog clouding his mind. He saw himself as he truly was - AJ, the confident, muscular college athlete with dreams of spending Christmas with his girlfriend. The image was fleeting, fading faster than it appeared. And then it was gone.

"Yesh, Matth, whatever you want!" Arthur replied, "Jutht let me enjoy thith." He eagerly wrapped his lips around Matt's thick cock.

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Arthur shuffled back to his cramped campus apartment, his jaw sore from the workout he had with Matt. With a satisfied grin, Arthur stumbled past his calculator collection, past his closet filled with button downs and slacks. With a sigh he fell to his bed, hand already pawing at his thickening cock- it was always so demanding of his attention.

"Mmm Matth I can't wait to do that again."

But Arthur had something else to look forward to- he would be staying on campus over the holidays to work in the lab a bit, but more importantly, Professor Richardson said he had some special things planned for them. The very thought caused his cock to twitch with excitement.

"Oh golly gosh, I can't wait."

[misctf]

A Surprise Gift 2

Part of the Summer Sequels I'm doing. A follow-up direct sequel to A Surprise Gift.

"Yo Eric!" Jim called out from the living room, his voice echoing through the small apartment, "Get your ass out here, bro. Seth needs you."

Eric perked up at the sound of his roommate's command, a thrill running through his slender body. He sauntered out of his room, hips swaying hypnotically in a pair of tight pink shorts that barely covered his plump rear. His platinum blonde hair was styled messily, framing his pretty, vacant features.

"Coming, handsome," Eric sing-songed, dropping to his knees beside the couch where Jim lounged. His empty blue eyes landed on Seth, the burly jock hunched over dejectedly, "Aw, what's wrong, handsome?"

Internally, the remnants of Eric's conscious perked up... Seth... It had been so long since he'd seen Seth. A slew of memories rushed forth- of videogames, deep conversations about their futures, and playful banter. And Eric grimaced at each memory of his old life. His life before he became... this. His thoughts raced- he didn't want to be seen like this... not by anyone... especially people who knew him...

Seth glanced up, his chiseled jaw clenched with frustration, "Coach rode my ass hard today." He frowned, "You know how..." He paused, "Well I'm sure you remember how he can be."

A distant part of Eric might've remembered the man coach was. But it was buried now. Instead, the only thoughts about coach were if the older man would ever let him ride on his big dick.

"Well Seth, Eric is more than happy to make you forget all about your day. Took Seth a lot of convincing to try out my toy." Jim chuckled, nudging Seth, "You're the last one, dude."

Seth smiled warily as he glanced at Eric. He heard rumors about his friend, but this all but confirmed them. Part of him wanted to talk to Eric, ask him what happened. But he found his thoughts wandering as he stared at Eric's plump ass. He swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. 

"I could really use some... stress relief, if you know what I mean."

Any thought that this was Eric- his friend, teammate, wingman- was suppressed as he gazed at the slutty toy in front of him. He didn't intend to use Eric, but now... just by looking at the horny twink, he could feel his inhibitions leave him. Eric giggled airily, crawling closer on hands and knees. The movement made his pert cheeks jiggle enticingly.

"Oh, I know exactly what you need, big boy." He purred, reaching out to palm Seth's muscular thigh. "Why don't you sit back and relax? Let me take goooood care of you."

Jim chuckled, standing up from the couch, "Alright boys, I'll give you two some privacy. Try not to break my toy, yeah Seth? I've seen what you're packing in the showers."

And Eric remembered too. He had seen Seth's dick in the locker room. And while the remnants of himself wondered how the fuck he would handle all that, his new, slutty self was eager for the challenge. Seth watched Jim go, then turned his attention back to Eric. The petite blonde had settled between his spread thighs, gazing up at him with half-lidded, vacant eyes. Seth licked his lips nervously. Eric looked so different from the man he remembered.

"What happened to you, Eric?" Seth asked quietly, even as his hands moved to cup the smaller male's face, "I've heard rumors but…"

Eric leaned into Seth's touch, a dreamy smile playing on his glossy lips, "Mmm, wouldn't you like to know?" He cooed teasingly, nuzzling up against Seth.

Seth's heart raced as Eric pressed closer, playing with his increasingly harder dick through his mesh shorts. He knew he should push the eager twink away, demand answers...but god, Eric looked so tempting like this.

"You really like this?" Seth stifled a moan, "Being used by Jim and his friends?"

"Mhmm," Eric hummed happily, grinding subtly against Seth's muscular thigh, "And I loooove every minute of it." He pulled at the jock's waistband, "Let me worship this big, beautiful cock."

It bobbed heavily in front of Eric's face, flushed and leaking at the tip. Seth groaned, head falling back against the couch cushions as Eric's soft lips wrapped around his shaft. Eric's tongue swirled skillfully with practiced ease.

"Fuck, Eric," Seth grunted, hands flying to grip the blonde's hair, "How the hell did you learn to suck cock like this?"

Eric relaxed his throat, taking the jock deeper until his nose brushed the coarse hair at the base. Seth's musky scent flooded his senses, making Eric's ass throb with need- his tiny cock still soft.

"Wait... wait..." Seth gently tugged Eric off his throbbing cock, admiring the dazed, lust-drunk expression on the blonde's face, "As much as I'm loving this," Seth rumbled, voice rough with arousal, "I think you should have some fun too. I'm not usually one to just lie back and receive, you know?"

"Do we have to?" Eric whined petulantly, crossing his arms over his slim chest, "I just wanna make you feel good, Seth."

"This will make me feel good." Seth offered, a grin forming on his face, "Come on..." Eric raised an eyebrow- his cotton-candy-filled brain slowly accepting Seth's logic.

Internally, Eric recoiled- maybe he didn't know Seth as well as he thought. He couldn't imagine the other man wanting to suck cock, yet here he was offering.

"Fine... I guess that makes sense." He pouted, spreading his legs in clear invitation- his expression bored and somewhat annoyed as he waited for Seth to begin.

"Truthfully, it's my first time." Seth knelt between Eric's thighs, drinking in the sight of the blonde's exposed body, "But I want to try it." Part of him wondered why he was so eager, another part of him rationalizing that he wasn't a selfish lover.

He ran calloused hands up the smooth expanse of Eric's legs, relishing the softness of his skin. Eric remained impassive, staring blankly at the ceiling as Seth explored his body. Leaning in, Seth dragged his tongue along the underside of Eric's tiny cock, from root to tip. It tasted... sweet... Seth swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the slit.

"Mmm, you taste good." Seth murmured, voice vibrating against Eric's sensitive skin.

He bobbed up and down, which wasn't too hard given the other man's length. But each time he did, Seth felt something warm in his chest. Like a need to continue... a need for the taste of Eric's cock. So sweet... so addictive... He couldn't stop... even as he felt a strange tingling across his body. At first, he dismissed it, but soon, as he glanced to his side, he noticed his biceps, once bulging impressively, were looking smaller. The definition in his forearms softened as he gripped Eric's thighs. Seth paused, pulling off Eric's dick with a wet pop. He flexed his arms, watching in shock as the hard-earned muscle continued to melt away before his eyes. Panic rose in his throat but was quickly replaced by a haze of lust as he looked down at Eric's cock.

"No... no, this isn't right." Seth slurred, but even as he spoke, he found himself diving back in, swallowing Eric to the hilt.

"Oh?" Eric purred, watching with amusement and interest as Seth's body continued to shift and contort.

He watched as Seth's height seemed to decrease with each passing moment. The carpet of hair on his chest began to thin, disappearing completely to reveal smooth, soft skin. Through the fog of lust clouding his mind, Seth realized something was very wrong. He was changing, transforming into something... else. But the urge to keep sucking, to chase that addictive taste, was too strong to resist. His cock, once rock hard and throbbing with need, started to soften and shrink between his legs. Eric watched the spectacle with detached amusement, idly playing with his own hair as Seth's body continued to alter.

"Need to stop..." Seth thought, "Please... stop..." He desperately tried to will his body to stop, but it wouldn't respond, "Oh fuck... ohhhhhh"

Seth's changes accelerated rapidly now. His broad shoulders narrowed, tapering down to a slim waist. The powerful muscles in his back and legs atrophied, leaving him soft and delicate. His Adam's apple receded, while his skin became soft- his callouses smoothing over. Dark stubble vanished, skin becoming baby-smooth and hairless. All the while, Seth kept Eric's cock buried in his throat, gagging and sputtering. Drool poured down his chin.

"Ohhh Seth," Eric suddenly moaned breathily, hands fisting in the former jock's silky strands, "You're... mmm... getting so good at this."

It had been so long since his cock ever felt this way. He was only just a set of holes now, but Seth... Eric moaned again, which only seemed to spur Seth on, coaxing more obscene sounds from Eric's lips. But in the back of his foggy mind, Eric knew this was so very wrong. That Seth deserved better than to be reduced to a cock-sleeve. He had to stop him before it was too late, before he wound up like him... But his body screamed for more and Seth seemed to be losing himself in the act, desperate for approval, craving the taste...

"I'm... I'm not..." Seth tried to protest, pulling away suddenly as the remnants of his rationale brain put up a final defense, "Eric, please... fuck..." He looked down at his slim form, his sensitive nipples, his tiny cock, "Oh fuck... I..." He grunted as his ass suddenly swelled, forming into a pair of two doughy, jiggly mounds- perfect for...

"Now you know what happened to me, cutie!" Eric giggled, "But it gets so much better!" With ease, Eric grasped the back of Seth's head and forced him back down onto his cock.

"I can't...stop..." Seth whimpered between slurps, drool dripping down his chin.

His eyes, once sharp and focused, now held a glassy, vacant sheen. He could feel his mind simplifying with each thrust of Eric's tiny cock. Dreams of sucking and getting fucked played through his head on repeat, drowning out every other thought. His thoughts drifted to his teammates in a new light. Chad's powerful thighs... Tyler's chiseled abs... He imagined himself on his knees before them, eager and needy, just aching to worship... But there was someone in particular that kept flashing in his mind...

"Jim..." Seth moaned.

Eric's giggle echoed through the room. Jim would be so happy with him... A new toy... And somewhere deep inside, a flicker of his old self recoiled in horror at the sight of his former friend descending just as he did. No way to escape... nothing to save them...

"That's it, baby." Eric cooed, his fingers tangled in Seth's silky hair, guiding the jock's movements, "We're going to have so much fun together."

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It had been a bit and Jim figured with Eric's skill, Seth would've been drained. So he casually walked into the apartment, expecting to find Eric eagerly waiting to service him as usual.

"Hey slut, I'm home." Jim called out, pawing at his growing erection, "Hope you didn't..." He stopped mid-sentence, his jaw dropping as he looked upon the scene before him.

"Oh em gee! You're home! We missed you sooo much!" Eric squeeled.

Seth followed suit, his own ass jiggling as he moved, "Please sir," he begged, voice high and needy, "we need your big, thick cock. Want to worship it, want you to use us."

Jim stood frozen, eyes wide as he processed the sight before him. First Eric and now Seth? What the actual fuck? Why did this keep happening? Why was he so fucking lucky?

A wicked grin spread across his face. Two eager, willing holes presented themselves to him, desperate for his cock. How could he possibly complain about such an outcome?

"Well, well," Jim purred, stalking towards the trembling twinks, "Looks like the universe has gifted me another present." He pulls off his shirt, causing the two sluts to rush forward and grope his impressive pecs, "Woah aren't we eager?" He chuckles, pulling down his pants, his impressive bulge growing, "So? Who wants to go first, hm?"

[misctf]

A Surprise Gift

“Are you fucking for real dude?” Jim slammed the door to their apartment and stumbled toward the couch, “I was this close.” He sat down and stared daggers at his roommate.

“She wasn’t interested bro.” Eric replied, “You were acting like a fucking creep.” Jim muttered a few curse words under his breath, “Sober up.” He tossed him a water bottle.

“Fucking cock blocker.” Jim whined before chugging the water, “She would’ve been lucky to...”

“You say that about everyone. Its gross man.” Eric sighed, “Look, I’m going to bed. You should too. And clean up the kitchen tomorrow. I’m tired of all the dishes in the sink.” Jim shot him another dirty look and stumbled to his bed.

“Fucking asshole.” Eric mumbled, hoping to forget this stupid night out. 

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The next morning, Eric stumbled out of his room in just a pair of gray boxers. It was Sunday and he had a few things he needed to get done- mainly study for an upcoming exam and exercise. And of course, Jim was up playing videogames.

“Did you start on the dishes?” Jim glared at Eric, and before they could continue bickering, someone knocked on their door.

Jim mumbled something about it being too early, as Eric walked over and opened the door. Sitting in front of the door was a white box, addressed to Jim.

“Hey Jim, you got something.” Eric said, placing the box on the counter, “Any idea what it might be?”

Jim smirked, “Probably from one of my admirers.” He chucked, walking over and tearing open the box, “See dude, this is what happens when you... what the fuck?”

Eric couldn’t help but laugh at the contents of the box. Whoever left it had a sense of humor. There were several dick shaped lollipops, all of various sizes and colors. Jim looked mortified as he inspected them.

“Was this you dude?”

“Wasn’t me.” Eric replied, walking over and inspecting the contents, “Maybe someone’s trying to tell you something. You gonna try one?”

“No fucking way man.” Jim grimaced in disgust, “This mouth doesn’t suck dick. I’m throwing this shit out.”

Eric chuckled, “I’m not that insecure about my sexuality.” He said with a grin, plopping one of the lollipops in his mouth, “Besides, don’t you like doing it with guys too?”

Jim smirked, “I get sucked or I fuck. Not the other way around. I’m not some hole.”

Eric wanted to call Jim an asshole, but was at a loss for words. The flavor of the lollipop was intense, coating his mouth with an intoxicating sweetness. He began sucking vigorously on the lollipop, earning him a look from Jim.

“Yo dude, you enjoying that?” Jim chuckled.

Eric’s eyes widened, “Damn,” He chucked in embarrassment, “It’s pretty good.” He looked at the time though and sighed, “Shit I need to get ready. Finish those dishes, okay?”

But the rest of the day just didn’t feel right to Eric. Likely from the booze he told himself. His workout was shitty and even studying felt useless. Material he mastered was almost as confusing as when he first started. Feeling defeated, he headed back to his apartment.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Jim asked, his eyes never leaving the TV.

“Not much, just feeling off.” Eric replied, absent mindedly grabbing another lollipop and sucking on it, “Just gonna get ready for bed and start fresh tomorrow.” He stumbled to his room, collapsing onto his bed and drifting to sleep.

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The next morning brought no relief. In fact, Eric felt worse. As he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed things were off. Maybe it was the lighter color of his hair, or the fact that his triceps and biceps looked less swole. Same with his pecs and legs for that matter. He poked at his pec and grimaced. It felt less firm, almost as if the muscle behind them was breaking down.

“I just need to work out.” He mumbled.

He threw on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, noticing that they seemed baggy on him compared to their usual tight fit. He probably fucked them up in the laundry. But he was running late- he didn’t have time to worry.

“See yA lAter!” He called out to Jim- his voice cracking, which caused him to turn red with embarrassment.

Jim raised an eyebrow and watched as Eric grabbed another lollipop, “Hey dude, maybe...” But before he could say anything, Eric was gone.

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Eric sighed as he returned to the apartment later that day, feeling defeated. He couldn’t focus on the review session his professor was leading. Every time he looked up, he couldn’t help but stare at some of the men in his class. More specifically their muscular arms, sexy smiles, and facial hair. While Eric never seemed to notice those things before, it was all he could focus on during class.

“Hey mAn.” Why the fuck did his voice keep cracking?

Jim looked over at Eric, “Woah dude, you don’t look so good.” He walked over to his roommate. Eric blushed when he noticed Jim wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

He must’ve just worked out. Eric could smell his musk and couldn’t help but notice how big his arms appeared. The heat from his body was radiating, and without thinking, Eric placed a hand on his roommate’s large pec. It felt so good- so firm in his grasp.

“Woah dude, what the fuck?” Eric’s hand shot to his side. He looked down, deep in thought and trying to make sense of his actions.

Before Jim could speak again, Eric grabbed another lollipop and fled to his room, slamming the door and collapsing onto bed, tears stinging at his eyes.

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The following morning, Eric awoke and daintily hopped out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom. He found himself needing to pull up his boxers to prevent them from sliding off his skinny waste. When Eric rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared in the mirror, he jumped.

“Wh-what the fuck?” He whispered, his voice more high pitched and feminine, “Where’d my pit hair go?” He mumbled raising an arm above his head, “Fuck what happened to my muscles?” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. 

His hard earned muscles- tokens of his masculinity- all seemed to have shrunk down to nothing. His abs that he worked so hard on were gone, replaced by a thin layer of fat. He spent years working to get his body to peak athletic performance. Even a few days of underperformance at the gym shouldn’t have reversed his hard earned gains. He needed to get help... Jim could help him, right? Jim always looked good. So muscular and manly. Eric shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I kinda look like the guys Jim brings home” He whispered, a strange pride rising from within him, “I-I need to talk to Jim”, He left to find Jim. But as he did, he noticed the dishes still piled in the sink, “Hmm I should take care of those for Jim. He works so hard.” He thought, deviating from his path and grabbing another lollipop. If he was going to do the dishes, he might as well treat himself.

And when he finally finished, he treated himself to another lollipop. Barely remembering why he wanted to talk, he went to knock on Jim’s door. But the sound coming from the other side stopped him- the unmistakable sound of some porn video. And he could hear his roommate moaning.

With each masculine moan, Eric’s mind was melting. Why was some porno making Jim moan like that? Especially when he could make Jim moan like that? The thought of pleasing Jim... it was intoxicating. And as these thoughts violated his mind, he reached down and massaged his ass. He imagined Jim- his sweaty body, his big muscles, his huge dick- grabbing and slapping his ass And as he teased his asshole, Eric’s eyes began to widen- what the fuck was he thinking?  

He scurried back to his room, forgetting that he had an exam today. Instead, he sat there, sucking on another lollipop, and trying to make sense of what was happening to him. All the while, unaware that his ass was starting to fatten up as his dick shrank.  

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Eric stumbled out of his room a few hours later, hungering for another lollipop. His ass was massive now- nearly spilling out of his tight boxers. At least they weren’t loose anymore. But his gait had shifted too. He would never be able to walk again without showing off his ass with his sexy saunter. No one would ignore it- especially not Jim.

“Dude...” Jim said, looking up from his videogame, “Fuck...”

Eric’s face turned red, “Dude, I don’t...” He tried to find another lollipop but they were gone, “Bro! What happened to all the...?”

“You ate them all.” Jim said, walking over to Eric, “Shit, what happened to you dude?”

But Eric was near tears, “I need those lollipops, please.” He whined, “They’re so good.” And without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Jim’s muscular torso and sobbed into his pecs.

Jim smirked. Since when was Eric so short? And damn, when did his ass get so fuckable? The jock cupped Eric’s chin and stared deeply into his eyes.

“Eric, I don’t know what happened to you.” He said with a grin, “But if you wanna suck cock so bad, why settle for those stupid lollipops?”

Eric looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to reply. Jim slowly pushed Eric to his knees, never breaking eye contact. And Eric, despite the voice in the back of his head screaming for him to stop, pulled down Jim’s shorts. His roommate’s monster of a cock slapped him in the face.

“Go on.” Jim encouraged, “I think you owe me for all the times you cock blocked me. Right roomie?”  

And with that, Eric wrapped his lips around Jim’s thick cock. The sensation was even more intoxicating than the lollipops. It filled his mouth- the saltiness dancing across his taste buds, while the smell of Jim’s manly musk invaded his nostrils. Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jim thrust his cock deeper and deeper into his formerly straight roommate’s throat. And with each thrust, Eric’s hair became lighter and lighter- until settling on platinum blond. At the same time, Eric’s mind was breaking down. His interest in sports disintegrated- he would email his coaches that he was quitting the team. His desire to succeed in school was replaced by a need to suck and get fucked- he would drop out of school tomorrow. Any decency or respect he commanded was drowned in a sea of lust- a need for cock. Any cock, anywhere. Eric’s eyes became vacant and glazed over as the remainder of his intelligence, kindness, and ambition disappeared into the void. And when Jim caught the dull, submissive, slutty look in his roommate’s eyes, he came.

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It had been a few weeks since then and Eric continued to serve his sexy roommate. Jim would go to practice and classes, while Eric would take care of things around the apartment. And when Jim would return, Eric was happy to provide him with either his mouth or ass. Sure, it was a surprise to when he came out as gay. And an even bigger surprise when he dropped out of college. But Eric hadn’t a care in the world. Just a hole- as Jim called him.

As he spent another day cleaning up after Jim, he heard a knock at the door.

“OMG is Scott here already?” Eric sang. Jim was nice enough to let the other members of the team use Eric when they needed. But Eric was disappointed to find just a letter addressed to him, “Hmm okay then.” He whined, opening it.

His vacant eyes read through the letter. Something about an apology. That those lollipops were meant to teach Jim a lesson for using others as nothing more than holes. That this wasn’t what they wanted. That there could be a way to reverse this. Eric giggled- a voice screaming from within his mind to reverse it. To call the number left on the letter and return him to his prior self. But Eric shrugged and tore the letter- the voice in the back of his head now sobbing.

“Reverse this?” He giggled, “Not a chance.”

[misctf]

The Better Boyfriend Program

FILE: Brody McClane

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Brody's Day 1 Vlog

Hey everyone, Brody here. So yeah. Megan and Paul roasted me mercilessly. I mean, I knew I wasn't perfect but damn. Guess I didn't realize how bad I must seem to them sometimes. First time I've seen those two agree on something in a long time.

So that's why I'm here at this Better Boyfriend Program. Can't say I'm too excited. Paul's boyfriend apparently sent him here too and they broke up anyway. But whatever. If they want to spend money to send me to some spa and fitness retreat, I'll take it.

But yeah. They uh want me to record myself each day, to reflect or some shit. Feels kinda weird but whatever. So I got here late last night and met my roommate, Phillip. Pretty cool dude actually. Bit of a dweeb but seems nice enough. This morning started with an icebreaker session. Met a bunch of other guys all here for the same reason - becoming better boyfriends.

After that, I had my first aroma therapy session. Felt pretty relaxing honestly. Lots of different scents, oils, candles. Made me feel calm and centered. Definitely needed that after the stress of the past couple days. Okay, that's it for today. Feeling pretty wiped out. Hope tomorrow isn't too crazy. Later!

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Brody's Day 2 Vlog

Alright, Day 2. Woke up feeling pretty refreshed actually. Had my first spa appointment with Michael. Super friendly guy. Michael gave me a thorough facial, cleaned my pores, applied masks and creams. Then he shaved my face, which was kinda strange since I usually rock the stubble look. But he assured me it was part of the process. The cream he put on afterwards felt amazing though, super moisturizing. Skin looks great now. Might have to pick some up for home. Saw Phillip again during lunch. Dude smells different than yesterday, more woodsy and earthy. He and the other guys gave me shit for smelling all floral. I'll talk to Michael about it.

Later, spent the afternoon by the pool. Let me tell ya, these guys have some pretty impressive physiques. I should ask them for some tips. But I'm feeling inspired to start hitting the weights more often…Phillip came over to chat for a bit. Still super chill, easy to talk to. Told me he was enjoying the program so far. Me? Eh, still trying to wrap my head around it all.

Gonna crash early tonight. More treatments in the morning. Hopefully won't be too intense. Catch you later!

ends Day 2 vlog

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Brody's Day 3 Vlog

Wow, Day 3. Where do I even begin?

Had another session with Michael. This time, a full body massage. At first he seemed really focused on my lower back and glutes. Kinda awkward tbh. Told him I wasn't into it and asked him to focus on my upper body. He switched to working on my arms and pecs instead. Also asked if we could switch to a manlier smelling oil. He said it wasn't necessary, that the current blend was carefully curated for me. Whatever, I can handle a few jokes at my expense. But the massage itself was incredible though. Most relaxed I've felt in ages.

Hit the gym after that, hoping to bulk up a bit, but the trainers steered me towards cardio and squats instead. Kinda sucked watching all the other guys get to lift though. Their girlfriends are gonna be so lucky by the end of this.

Afterwards, had a therapy session. Discussed toxic masculinity and control. Never really thought about it before but I guess I do have some toxic traits. Something to work on moving forward I guess.

Caught up with Phillip briefly. He's starting to fill out, gaining muscle. Looking real good. Hard not to stare, haha. Gotta stay focused though. Off to bed. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Until then!

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Brody's Day 4 Vlog

Whoa, Day 4. Things are really picking up speed now.

Met up with Michael again. Focused was on my ass this time. I know I wasn't comfortable with it the other day, but I guess I needed this after those squats. Midway through he started showering me with complements. Called my ass smooth, curvy, perky… Really putting the moves on or what? Haha. Joking.

Anyways, the massage ended up feeling pretty great and my butt does feel firmer, so hey, progress! Went to my second therapy session after that. Talked mostly about Megan's bestie Paul and being gay. Never really considered what it means to me personally. Makes sense I suppose, since I'm straight. Definitely made me think twice about some of my preconceived notions. Always good to challenge yourself.

Ran into Phillip again, who's now going by Phil. Holy shit, he's gotten hot. Face squared out, jawline sharper. Clothes hugging his frame perfectly. Caught myself staring multiple times. Phil noticed and playfully called me out on it. I told him he was looking swole. He told me I was getting cute and slapped my ass. Would've brushed it off before but… I liked it. There's something hot about Phil's confidence.

Not sure what else to say. I don't really know how this'll make me a better boyfriend, but hey, trust the process.

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Brody's Day 5 Vlog

Can't believe it's already Day 5. Time flies when you're constantly pampered, I guess.

Went for my massage and Michael proposed something different. Asked if I'd be down to get waxed. Thought about it a bit, I mean, a real man should be hairy, right? I held off. But after they, sent me to aroma therapy to relax. Smells in there were intense but worked wonders. Calmed me down completely. Thought a bit more about getting waxed and you know what? Fuck it. Some guys really rock the clean-shaven look.

Turns out I was way hairier than I realized. Back, chest, legs, groin… Man, feels strange being completely smooth, but I could get used to it. Guess I'll have to because Michael slathered on some "special cream" that supposedly prevents regrowth. Kinda freaked me out to be honest. Especially since Megan seemed to like my chest hair. But I have to trust the process.

In the evening, we had a group reflection session. Everyone shared how the program has affected them so far. A few talked about feeling more open-minded. Others said they were connecting with their bodies differently. Personally, I couldn't stop glancing at Phil across the circle. God he looks like one of the guys from the team now... Speaking of which, wonder what the guys on my football team would think if they saw me now. Whatevs. Should probably get some sleep.

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Brody's Day 6 Vlog

Man, Day 6. Can't believe I'm this far along *giggles*. Alright, alright *clears throat*.

Started with a meeting with the program director. Told her I was dating a woman, not sure why that mattered to her but she acted pretty surprised. Didn't elaborate though, just said I'd benefit regardless and we're pretty deep into the process by now.

After, I went for my usual massage. But Michael was joined by some kind of sex therapist this time, who asked about how I like to pleasure myself. Kind of on the nose, but I'm not ashamed. She told me that she wanted to help me explore alternative pleasure sources for men, outside of the "nontraditional." Sure why not, right? But totes wasn't expected them to put a vibrating plug up my ass. I wanted to freak out, but fuck... Could barely focus for the rest of the day with that thing buzzing away. Did teach me how good ass play can feel though… Megan might need to invest in a strap-on. Definitely see the appeal of being the "receiving partner" or whatever that sex lady said. Who knows.

Therapy was a struggle because of the distraction but we got through it. Kept zoning out, thinking about Phil and his progress. Speaking of Phil, he's downright sexy. Reminds me a bit of Paul. Paul... Fuck...

Anyway, Michael came to remove the toy. Asked if I enjoyed it. I admitted I did. He smiled and said that was good, that I was making excellent progress. Part of me felt ashamed, like I betrayed my masculinity somehow. But the rest of me was eager for more. That's all for now. Need a cold shower.

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Brody's Day 7 Vlog

Okay Day 7… Where do I start? Therapy was all about exploring homosexuality and sexuality as a whole this time. Talked a lot about sexual dynamics between men. Top vs bottom, roles, etc. When she asked what I thought, I'll admit I judged the hell out of being a bottom. Didn't seem very masculine at all. But after discussing expectations, dynamics, communication needs… I'm starting to rethink. Look at me, expanding my worldview.

Wound up thinking about other men in my life. Realized Phil probably makes a strong top based on his build. And yeah, Paul definitely falls into that category too. My bros on the team? Fuck yeah, they'd be tops. But me? I don't know. I thought I could be a top, but the more I think about it, the less certain I am. Especially when I think about guys like Paul and Phil. They're so big and muscly and hairy... I... I guess my time away from the gym really did a number on my gains. And the waxing too really... Fuck, whatever. The therapist told me to think about it.

Not sure how knowing that fits into all this. Maybe that would make me a better boyfriend? Knowing how to switch things up and take turns?

Oh fuck... How could I forget the other big event today? Michael gave me a very thorough handjob during our massage today. Used this special oil that made my dick ultra sensitive and tingly. Came embarrassingly fast. He said that was normal and that I shouldn't be embarrassed. Easy for him to say. Does he even know he's the first dude to get me off? Fuck... I can't tell anyone I know about this...

But things got even more intense. That sex coach? She brought in a dildo and started teaching me a proper blowjob technique. I balked- there was no fucking way I was gonna ever need that. She told me to keep the dildo with me and reconsider.

Admittedly, I got bored in my room while Phil was at the gym. Had nothing else to do, so practiced on it until I felt like I had the hang of it. Don't know if I'll ever use those skills, but I kinda had fun. Of course Phil walked in all sweaty, and saw me sucking off a thick, pink dildo. Luckily he was cool about, told me he could give me the real thing if I wanted. As if...

Feeling a little overwhelmed honestly. Only a few days left now.

ends Day 7 vlog

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Brody's Day 8 Vlog

I... I want to go home. It's Day 8 and everything feels so wrong. Okay, so normally I wake up rock hard. But nope. Flaccid this morning and stayed that way. Shouldn't matter right? Except… My ass felt good though. My hole? Fuck... I keep fingering myself in private. It feels so amazing. And my dick? Nothing... It's so useless.

Didn't see Michael today which bummed me out more than it should. Been craving his touch, which is so messed up… fuck! Like, I couldn't do anything today. My ass feels so empty and I hate it. Like I NEED something inside. It's driving me insane. So I did it. That dildo? Went to the bathroom and fucked myself with it. And... And I saw myself in the mirror... I'm not me! I'm hairless, skinny, and I look so pouty and desperate. I wanted to say something! To someone! But... Phil walked in and oh em gee... Muscles upon muscles, hairy chest, bulging crotch… Goddamn. Pure testosterone. Can't tear my eyes away, so I just watched him play videogames but really I was salivating over the bulge in his boxers.

What am I saying? How the fuck did this happen to me? This isn't me. I don't drool over other men. How is this supposed to make me a better boyfriend? The thought of doing anything with Megan is so... icky. But someone like Phil? Or Paul? Oh fuck... Paul...

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Brody's Day 9 Vlog

Oh honey, Day 9. It was… sooooo enlightening.

First up, had another sit-down with the therapist. Girl was ready to break it down for me, bless her heart. Explained that the Day 8 blues are totally normal, happens to everyone nearing the finish line. Helped me sort through my fears and confusion. Basically said I ain't the same Brody I was when I stepped foot in this place. Which I could definitely tell. The real question is - who am I now? Who am I meant to be? And then she drops the bomb - I gotta choose a new name. One that represents my true self.

Took me a minute to wrap my head around that. New name? What the hell. But I went with it. Played around with a few options. Nothing clicked until I landed on BJ. Short for Brody James but also… ya know. Perfect fit for the new me! The therapist was thrilled, told me I was embracing my identity. And I felt good about it too. Excited even. Ready to step into this new chapter.

Next up, a visit with the sex therapist. Now THIS girl was a trip. She wanted to get deep into my feelings about my sexuality. Had to really examine how I view myself. Gay, bi, pan? Top, bottom, vers? Submissive, dominant? The whole shebang. Initially denied it all but I could tell she wasn't buying it. So I owned up to it. Told her about the dildo and what I did with it. Admitted I'm gay as fuck and love taking cock. She cheered, high-fived me, said I was making leaps and bounds.

So during the group share, I came clean to everyone. Yelled it loud and proud - I'm gay, I'm a bottom, and I ain't gonna apologize for it! The boys cheered, patted my back. Never felt so accepted in my life.

And afterwards? Went back to my room with Phil. Decided it was time to put my new skills to use. Dropped to my knees and sucked his fat cock until he exploded down my throat. Best. Day. Ever.

But y'all know who I REALLY want though? Paul. Gonna beg him to fuck my fat ass. I'mma be such a good little cumdump for him. Oh yes ma'am, I'm ready. I can't wait to see everyone tomorrow!

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When the doors opened, Megan nearly dropped her purse at the sight of Brody - or that man they said was Brody. This was someone else entirely. Megan gaped at the slender figure practically pouring out of skimpy crop top and booty shorts that showed off his pert ass. Her mind reeled. This wasn't possible. What the actual fuck?

Paul smirked beside her, eyes roving hungrily over the twink's thick ass. "Fuck, you're better than I imagined." he purred, sauntering forward.

"Paul." BJ practically moaned, as his ass clenched with need.

"Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you?" Megan was staring wide-eyed, turning now to face Paul, "What the fuck!?"

Paul shrugged unapologetically. "Like I said, hun, I had a special itinerary planned for him, and it looks like he responded real well." He smiled, "See, when I went through it, my ex had me become a total dominant top." He sighed, "He couldn't handle me or my needs. But now…" BJ practically melted into his arms, "I've got the perfect little boyfriend. Sorry Meg, but consider this payback for always siding with my ex."

"You bitch!" Meg stormed off, leaving the new couple standing at the entrance.

"Paul?" BJ clung to him, "Can you take me home?"

"Of course, babe." Paul purred, pulling BJ flush against him. "Let's go home and I'll show you exactly what a real man can do."

BJ shuddered in delight, his holes already aching to be filled. He had been so patient, such a good little twink. And now he would get his reward. His life as Paul's boyfriend- his personal fucktoy- was just beginning. And he was so ready.

[misctf]

A Small Town Christmas

Gabe sighed, nursing a beer in one hand and staring blankly at the TV above the bar. Was this really how he was spending Christmas Eve? Here? In some no name small town, feeling sorry for himself? Had he really driven all the way from the big city to find her, only to find her sleeping with another man? As if the four years they spent together meant nothing?

"Fuck..." He mumbled, taking another swig of his beer, "What the actual fuck?"

He looked around blankly at the other patrons in the bar. All dressed in flashy Christmas apparel, their smiles and laughter grating on Gabe's last nerve. This was the world she was choosing? Giving up her impressive career, their life together, their future- all for some backwoods, hillbilly Christmas town. All because...

"Gabe, is that you?" Gabe nearly jumped as he felt a hand against his shoulder, "Thought I heard 'bout some city slicker down here."

And Gabe didn't have to look to know who just pulled up a seat next to him. That voice, baritone and dripping with country charm... The man who somehow convinced his smart, beautiful, and successful girlfriend to give it all up. Preston.

"Fuck off." Gabe took another swig of his beer and went to stand up, but Preston's firm hand kept him seated, "Dude, get the fuck..."

"Now, now Gabe, y'all don't want to make a scene here, right?" Gabe looked around at the patrons, all silently staring in their direction, "That big city job of yours ain't gonna appreciate one of their employees beatin' on some simple folks, right?"

God he hated this man. His smug smile. His smooth, baritone garnished with a mild country boy accent. Gabe's eyes narrowed- they were about the same size, but given this man worked on a farm, he figured it would be a loosing fight.

"I'm leaving." Gabe said finally, "You win." Preston seemed amused by this, watching as Gabe stood up, "You ruined my life, and she may not know it yet either, but you ruined Amanda's life too."

"I don't want you to leave." Gabe froze, meeting Preston's eyes, "Let's talk this out, like men."

"I...I..." Gabe tried to swallow, but he felt like something was stuck in his throat.

"Amanda is out getting stuff to decorate the tree, my house is open." Preston grinned, "Whaddya say?"

There was a lot Gabe wanted to say. Many things he wanted to call him. But all that came out was a weak and pitiful, "Sure."

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Gabe hadn't remembered all that much about Preston's place from earlier. He had been so focused, so blinded by rage when he confronted them in their cozy living room, that he hadn't had a chance to take in the overabundance of Christmas decorations, the fire burning in the fireplace, or the impossible number of photos hanging on the walls of Preston and Amanda together.

"Cozy, ain't it?" Gabe's eyes shot back towards Preston, and he gawked, "What? Somethin' wrong?" A playful smile graced the man's chiseled features.

Gabe hadn't expected Preston to walk out in nothing but his tight briefs. He had been right- Preston was built. Massive hairy thighs, tight, rounded ass. Strong core and pecs, all covered in manly hair. His arms toned from years of work on the Christmas tree farm. And again, that smug, cocky smirk- all framed by his beard.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Preston grinned as Gabe turned away, trying to conceal his developing blush, "I prefer it this way, ya know."

"I... I can see that." Gabe mumbled. Why the fuck was he blushing? Why was the sight of Preston's physique making him sweat? Fuck... he could understand why Amanda fell for him... especially given the size of that delicious, thick bulge in his..., "What the fuck?" Gabe said aloud without realizing, shaking his head.

"Somethin' the matter?"

"I... I..."

"Go on, its your turn." Gabe raised an eyebrow, the confusion evident on his face, "I mean, take off your clothes, dumbass." Preston smirked, "Well?"

"I... I shouldn't..."

"Yet you are."

Gabes eyes widened as he realized he was slowly pulling down his pants, revealing his own set of thick thighs. With shame, he realized his bulge wasn't all that impressive compared to Preston's.

"It's okay, honey." Preston said, "Go on, ain't nobody judgin'."

Gabe nodded slowly, pulling off his shirt, his muscular arms crossing over his chest, almost as if he was trying desperately to conceal himself. Preston only grinned.

"Well, well..." His grin was predatory, "I can see what Amanda saw in you. You're mighty fine if I do say so myself."

Gabe blushed and turned away, but internally he was screaming. What the fuck was going on? Why was he standing half-naked in the living room of the man who stole the love of his life? Why was he fucking blushing? Imaging what might be behind those briefs? What it might feel like to...

"No, this is wrong..." Gabe said suddenly, "What're you doing to me? To my head?"

"Hush now, city boy." Preston walked up to him, so close that Gabe could feel the warmth radiating off his muscular form, "This town... it's magic." He guided Gabe's hand to his hairy pec, "Especially around Christmas." Gabe marveled at the feeling of another man's pecs... the hair... the warmth, "People come. And they don't leave. And Gabe... I want you to stay."

"Stay?"

"Just like Amanda." Gabe's other hand was guided gently to Preston's bulge, "You'll be mine. Now and forever." He could feel the growing length of Preston's dick in his hand, "Would you like that?"

Gabe's thoughts were slowing, as if the gears were coated in molasses. His job... his life in the city... the life he built and was building. He wasn't going to throw it away, he couldn't.

"No... Yes... I... fuck... I don't know." Tears were starting to form in the corners of Gabe's eyes and he looked down, "I don't..." Gone. His chest hair. It was gone, "Wh..."

"Eyes up here, Gabe." Gabe felt Preston's fingers caress his chin and redirect his gaze upwards. Upwards? Since when did Preston get so much taller? Since when..., "Everyone has a role to fulfill here, Gabe."

"A role?" Gabe squeaked out- his normally confident and low voice sounded higher to his ears... slower... dumber, "I... I don't understand what y'all mean?" He cleared his throat, desperately hoping when he spoke next, his voice would be back to normal.

"Amanda is happy here, Gabe. I can make you happy here too." Preston smirked, "Let me show you."

Before Gabe could protest, Preston's lips crashed into his own. The kiss was intense, passionate. Filling Gabe with a warmth he'd never experienced before. And then he didn't know what happened next. He could feel as Preston picked him up as if he weighed nothing, their tongues still doing battle. He could feel as they pushed through a door and into a bedroom, Preston now passionately kissing his neck- a moan escaping Gabe's lips.

"I reckon you've never been with a man before?" Gabe shook his head, almost feeling ashamed, "Don't you worry none. Just relax."

Preston threw him onto the bed, his tongue teasing Gabe's nipple. The sensation sending a riveting pleasure coursing through each and every nerve. He barely registered his once mighty pecs deflating, flattening up against his chest. Nor did he register his once strong core thin out, his once sculpted abs vanishing as his waist thinned dramatically.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." Gabe moaned as he felt Preston lay on top of him. Their eyes met and Gabe could feel the intensity in the other man's eyes... the hunger, "Preston... please..."

"You're becoming so fuckin' sexy." Preston gently caressed Gabe's cheek, his once well groomed facial hair dissolving into a gangly chin-strap, "Fuck, look at your lips." He ran a finger along them as they puffed out, "I bet those'll feel so good..."

And suddenly, Preston rolled them over, such that Gabe was now lying on top of him, head nestled in the other man's hairy chest.

"This is perfect." Gabe thought dreamily, hands running across Preston's chest, "This is..." Gabe couldn't help but notice how thing his arms looked now and again that wave of terror washed over him, "Wait... no... I'm not..."

"Go on." Gabe felt Preston's strong hand on his head, pushing him down, "I want to feel those new lips around my dick."

Gabe's eyes widened, he had never once sucked another man's cock- never wanted to. And yet? He fumbled with Preston's briefs, desperate to free the man's cock. And Preston watched, a grin etched on his face. Not just from the pure admiration and lust the other man had as he gazed upon Preston's 10 inch cock, but also from the way Gabe's hair lightened to become blond and downy.

"Go on, slut." Preston bit his lip as Gabe engulfed his cock, the man's tongue massaging and playing with his shaft and head, "Mhmm fuck..."

Gabe could tell by the feedback he was doing well. Could tell by the way Preston's dick twitched in his mouth that he was a natural. The man reached down to play with his own cock- his briefs had already fallen off given his much slimmer frame. But when he his hand gripped his member, he stopped sucking and gasped. Since when was his cock so small? There was barely anything to grab. He looked down and felt tears brimming in his eyes- his cock, his fuckstick... it was...

"No worries about that." Preston sat up and wiped away a few tears from Gabe's eyes, "Fuck, you're nearly perfect."

"Wh-what is this? What happened to me?" Gabe stared down at his lean chest, unimpressive arms, and small cock, "I... I don't even... Oh god, my voice..." It was a few octaves higher, peppered with the drawl of a redneck.

"Shhh, I told you Gabe. I want you to stay in this town. Forever." Preston smirked, "But you needed the right form. The right life. A life as my slutty, cock-sucking, cum dumpster. Not some city boy. Not even Amanda's ex. Someone new. My needy little farmhand."

Gabe wanted to protest, to scream. To demand his old life back. To beg and plead. But it was getting harder. His thoughts had never been this slow. His memories of his college education, of his upbringing in the suburbs... it was all becoming so hard to access. It was there- Gabe knew it. But it was beyond him now. So close and yet so painfully far.

"I don't wanna be no farmhand." Gabe whispered, "I... jus' wanna be myself. I wanna..."

"Ride my cock?" Preston whispered, "You wanna ride my cock with that big, thick ass?"

Gabe's breath hitched as the words swam into his head. His hand reaching behind him and squeezing the only thing on his body that didn't seem to have shrunk. The very caress of his own hand send shivers up his spine and his imagination ran wild with what it would feel like for Preston to spank his juicy ass, squeeze it with those strong hands, fuck it with his massive cock.

"I... I..." Gabe was straight- always had been. Always had a girlfriend. Always planned to get married. Yet now... now...

Preston smiled, "I'll be gentle. At least to start." Gabe's eyes widened as he was shoved into the bed, "Do you want this?"

Gabe bit his lip. He could feel Preston's hands on his ass. Gabe let out a soft moan as Preston squeezed. Was he really about to do this? Was he even Gabe anymore? Was he even...?

"I want it. I want it so bad."

And Preston was happy to oblige.

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"I'm home!" Amanda entered the well decorated living room and smiled, "Preston, babe, are you here?"

"Right here, darlin'" Preston, now fully dressed walked over and enveloped his girlfriend in a tight hug, "I missed you terribly."

"I missed you too, I can't wait to celebrate Christmas together." The sound of someone shuffling caused her to look down the hall, "Preston, who's that?"

It was another man, about her height. Limping somewhat, a grin plastered on his face, his eyes unfocused. Yet when he made eye contact with her, he froze.

"Uh howdy there ma'am."

"Who is that?" Amanda looked up at Preston, a smirk plastered on his rugged features.

"That's just Sawyer, my farmhand." He smiled, "He was just leavin'. Ain't that right?"

"Yessir." Sawyer whispered, "But I'll be back tomorrow!"

Preston smiled. Of course he would be. That ass of his would never be satisfied for long. He turned and smiled gently at Amanda. She was smart and he could tell that she knew something was wrong. That maybe... maybe this Sawyer person wasn't...

"It's nice to meet you, Sawyer!" Amanda smiled, "Are you going to stay for Christmas dinner?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm mighty sore from today." Preston could see just the tiniest hint of jealousy as he gazed at the happy couple- likely a remnant from Gabe.

"See you tomorrow, Sawyer." He said, emphasizing his new name, "And have a very Merry Christmas. I have a very special present waiting for you tomorrow."

[hairyjocktf]

The New Cub

Jaden was a real estate agent in Denver, and quite a good one at that. He prided himself on that fact, having been the top agent at his firm for four years running. He was only 27 too, having gotten his license after high school with ease. Once he got that first commission check he never looked back. This had been a big week for him, closing a deal on a multi-million dollar house that was netting him a nice bonus. It’d taken a lot of work and effort, but as he walked into his apartment just hours after the signing he breathed a sigh of relief. He’d planned to take a few days off as a reward, some time to pamper himself like he deserved. He walked into his room, stripping off the well fitted blazer before undoing the buttons on his shirt. Water gushed from the faucet as he filled his tub with a warm bath and opened the windows, letting in that cool fall air. His belt and pants fell to the floor next as he admired his slim body in the mirror. 

Jaden was the ideal twink, with a tall and thin form that he kept supple and hairless with a meticulous daily routine. He slowly rubbed his hands down over his tight stomach, feeling the smooth skin he loved before sliding off his underwear. The warm water bubbled as he stepped in, sliding his body below the surface as water cascaded across his shaved legs. The tension in his shoulders melted away, the water sapping away the stress of the week. Birdsong echoed in through the open windows, and Jaden entered a state of pure relaxation. For all of five minutes, at least. Unable to be alone with his thoughts for too long, his long, near skeletal arm reached from the tub and grasped his phone. This may be his vacation but he sure wasn’t going to spend it at home relaxing.

He quickly opened up grindr. He glanced at the dozens of messages from the last few days but didn’t open a single one, opting instead to scroll and scroll, unsure of what he was actually looking for. Every few seconds he would get a tap or message, he knew his profile worked. It had for years, with his perfectly smooth and slim body appealing to a wide audience. He normally went for the tech guys who were in perfect shape, but that didn’t seem appealing today. Neither did a younger twink. He was about to put the app down when he got a message from what looked to be a guy in his late 30s, but in great shape. Good definition, and fully shaved, he noted.

“Afternoon gorgeous,” the message said, “got any weekend plans? Been looking for a handsome man to spoil a bit.” Jaden paused. Normally he didn’t care for offers like this, but he’d been unsatisfied from anything else so far. Plus, this was his weekend to spoil himself, why not let someone else help out? He typed out a response.

“Hey there :) Would love to be treated nice this weekend, what do you suggest?” He read it and deleted it all in disgust. “Thanks babe, I’d say I deserve a bit of spoiling this weekend, what's your offer?” he typed again, and then sent. A few seconds later a reply had already shown up.

“I’ve got a nice house with a mountain view, and I can promise the best meal of your life and the best sex you’ll ever have. Your choice for the details, of course,” the man said with a winky emoji. Not having to cook dinner was pretty appealing, and if it turned out to be mediocre he could always leave. It was just the first night of his time off after all. 

“Sounds lovely,” Jaden sent back, “Where’s this beautiful estate of yours?” A location appeared just seconds later. It was out in the western fringes of the city, a hefty drive. He knew the neighborhood though, and it was a nice one. Couldn’t hurt to give this guy a shot, he thought, rising out of the now lukewarm tub waters.

After a lengthy session of getting ready, Jaden set out for this luxury evening he’d been promised. The sun was already beginning to dip in the sky, promising a lovely sunset over the mountains. He pulled off the highway after about thirty minutes, navigating the twisting residential roads before finally arriving at a slightly secluded house at the top of a ridge. His first reaction was to how beautiful the property was, being a realtor and all. The view the man had offered seemed to be true, now he just had to test the rest of it. He checked himself in the rear view mirror, making sure his hair was tufted just right before stepping out into the cool evening air. He walked up the steps to a heavy oak door and rang the bell, hearing it echo inside. Heavy footsteps shook the ground as they approached, the door unlocked, and Jaden’s eyes went wide.

The man in the doorway was not the man he’d seen on grindr. This guy was a full-fledged daddy bear, older, fatter, and much, much hairier. He answered the door in just his tight underwear, showing off his large body that was completely coated in hair. Numerous tattoos were buried under the fur, barely recognizable. A thick salt and pepper beard adorned his face, which wore a wide grin.

“Well look at you kiddo, glad you showed!” the man said with a deep, smoky voice.

Jaden was taken aback, he’d never been in this situation. It wasn’t like the photos he saw were just a little out of date, this was an entirely different guy! At a loss of what to say, all he managed to get out was, “You… you’re not the guy in the pics!”

The man laughed, “Oh those photos, they were of my last project, don’t worry about them. Name’s Glenn. Why don’t you come in?” He took a step forward and reached out his hand.

Jaden’s brain was on red alert, he’d been catfished, lied to, and he needed to leave immediately. The old man in front of him was not at all what he was into, but that was the least of his concern at this point. What did he mean by ‘last project’? Why would he use pics that weren’t him? 

But suddenly, as Glenn stepped forward, a warm air washed over him coming from inside. It was smoky, almost rustic, but also smelled strongly of sweat and musk. His numerous trains of thought came to a screeching halt. He took a deep inhale through his nose, the smell dulling his senses in a way he couldn’t possibly notice. The outstretched hand looked so welcoming suddenly, and hadn’t he been promised dinner? The worries about the man were quickly fading, replaced by feelings of comfort. He took Glenn’s hand and stepped through the doorway without another thought. 

The inside of the house was larger than he’d expected, decorated almost in the style of a mountain cabin. It was cozy, with lots of bookshelves and wood paneling that had fallen out of style among his customers, but he strangely liked it here. Glenn led him through multiple rooms until reaching a large patio overlooking the mountains, the sunset still gaining colors in the background. Glenn sat him down on a large sofa.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back with some food,” he said before trotting back into the house. Jaden stared out over the vista, wondering briefly why he’d said yes, before that thought too fell out of his mind. His mind was relaxed, yet a little foggy, almost similar to the feeling of poppers. He slouched further into the cushions waiting for Glenn to return with whatever feast he’d prepared. He caught himself even drooling at the thought, which shook him somewhat out of his daze, he couldn’t be acting like that. Just then Glenn walked back out with a huge plate of lamb chops, still sizzling. He set it down on a nearby table and motioned for Jaden to join him.

He sat down at the table and looked over the spread Glenn had prepared. The man hadn’t lied, it was an impressive feast. Jaden usually didn’t eat red meat but something about tonight felt different. As soon as Glenn sat down that same strong scent returned. This time it was more pungent, more reminiscent of the smell of sweat, and it made that foggy feeling return stronger than it’d initially been. But Jaden forgot about it when Glenn looked over with a smile.

“I think you’ll like this, son, it’s a tried and true family recipe after all!” he exclaimed before digging in. The word son rang in Jaden’s ears for a moment before he too dug into the food.

Despite his previous aversion to red meat he scarfed it down; it was absolutely delicious. He barely had time to speak in between bites, but Glenn didn’t seem to mind, watching Jaden devour the meal he’d prepared. Soon enough, his plate was empty, and Glenn admired the bulging stomach he could see pressing against Jaden’s tight shirt.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Jaden said between burps. What was going on with him? First eating all that food and now burping like some degenerate caveman? But he was far past caring, already entering a sort of food coma. Glenn got up and went back to the couch, gesturing for Jaden to follow. He did so eagerly and tucked himself under Glenn’s open arm. Jaden would have never previously hooked up with a bear, but he was surprised to enjoy the feeling of a large furry body embracing him. Even more surprising was how obviously his dick sprang to life in his pants when Glenn’s hand dipped under the fabric. Glenn pulled Jaden closer to him, smiling at him as he stealthily attached a testosterone patch on Jaden’s back. It was time to see how far he could take this one.

The combination of Glenn’s powerful musk and enormous meal had Jaden completely subdued, ready to accept anything. His thick hands glided over Jaden’s smooth skin, sending shivers through his body. No other guy had been this effective with just his hands. Glenn ramped it up from there, kissing up and down Jaden’s body, feeling him shudder with pleasure. He rubbed his own hairy body against Jaden’s hairless one, subliminally inflicting him with desires yet to be realized. He couldn’t wait to see what Jaden would become. The next few hours were a blur as the sun fell below the mountains and the stars lit their passionate embrace. Glenn edged Jaden for hours, keeping him on the brink of ecstasy. He could feel the prickle of hairs as they began resurfacing in Jaden’s shaved groin. Finally after hours he let Jaden finish, spraying cum all over his slim body. Glenn massaged it into his skin as they cuddled, and Jaden passed out shortly after. That was just the beginning, Glenn thought to himself as he applied another patch to the sleeping Jaden’s body. 

Jaden arose the next morning to the smell of breakfast in the making; Glenn was preparing another feast for him. His body was still sore from the night before, causing him to groan as he got out of the bed. Glenn poked his head into the room.

“Morning, handsome,” he said with a chipper voice, “food’s almost ready!”

“I appreciate it but I should probably head out,” Jaden replied, looking for his clothes on the floor.

“Naw, what’re you sayin’ that for? We’ve got plenty more time,” Glenn assured him, stepping further into the room. That same familiar musk washed over Jaden again, and just like that he was more agreeable.

“You’re right, and I’m starving,” he said with renewed energy. Glenn came back moments later with a platter stuffed with waffles, bacon, what must have been a dozen eggs, and more. The urge to stuff himself again took hold of Jaden, who tore his way through the breakfast. Glenn watched with a grin, seeing Jaden’s belly puff out just a little more than the night before. They spent the rest of the day cuddling, making out, having more sex. Jaden was in heaven, not noticing when Glenn applied new patches to his back after the first ones had fallen off. His thoughts about getting back to his apartment faded while Glenn’s thick scent fogged up his head. It all felt so good, why would he want to leave?

That evening they showered together, Glenn’s sweat covering Jaden along with his own cum. He sensually washed Jaden’s body with his custom soap, scented like pine and infused some ingredients to encourage hair growth. He felt up and down Jaden’s body, noticing some areas that weren’t quite so smooth anymore. Hairs had begun to surface not only in his groin, but across his thighs, and even on his chest. Just small pinpricks for now. As they were drying off afterward Glenn placed another patch under Jaden’s shoulder blade. He also noticed how Jaden’s previously boney frame had softened just a tad. 

The days continued to pass in a similar manner, Glenn and Jaden spending every moment intertwined as Glenn slowly but surely molded Jaden. He was changing day by day from the definition of a twink to something else. Brown stubble sprouted sparsely across his chin and lip, his chest had begun to push out into soft pecs adorned with their own fuzz. His previously shaved armpits had stubble pushing out, with new hairs joining each day. His similarly shaved pubes were returning with a vengeance, growing in quicker and spreading further than they ever had before. Fat was clinging to his thin frame, he was filling out. 

As Jaden’s body hair started coming in, Glenn would spend more and more time rubbing his hands through it. It was an electric feeling for Jaden, he’d never known it could feel that being hairy. And he was slowly craving it more and more. Glenn continued putting testosterone patches on him as well as a number of other products he’d tried with other guys before. He wanted this cub to be perfect. Jaden’s vacation had long passed but he was oblivious, forgetting more and more each day about his previous life as he dedicated his new one to Glenn. Every day he rubbed against Glenn’s weathered, hairy body and desired it all for himself. He loved the attention, being spoiled and cared for. He didn’t even notice that every meal was huge to ensure he packed on the pounds quickly. 

Days turned to weeks, as Jadens body continued to mold to Glenn’s form. Glenn decided it was time for more progress, and introduced Jaden to his home gym. He slowly introduced a routine before pushing Jaden harder than he’d ever exercised in his life. Glenn took pride in having some strength under his gut, and he wanted his cub to have some solid muscle too. That’s when the testosterone patches turned to injections. Stronger and more effective, Glenn was pushing his cubs transformation into full gear. 

The thin wisps of hair that dotted his chest thickened and multiplied, with larger pecs pushing out as well. The chest hair spread out from his nipples and up towards his neck, and even out towards his shoulders, connecting with the pit hair that had really started to sprout. What had once been a smooth shaven pit was now erupting into a forest. The hairs darkened, grew coarse and wiry, and really began to hold his sweat in. Between that and the workouts Jaden was starting to produce his own sweaty musk at a rapid rate. His beard also grew denser and darker, peach fuzz flooded with testosterone until it became real fur, pushing out of his face. Every day the hairs grew longer, darker, and Glenn was there to feel it all, stroking his cub’s growing beard as it came in.

Each day for Jaden began to follow a pattern; he ate plenty, worked out for hours, and was intimate with Glenn for the rest of it. He would do daily testosterone injections and used Glenn’s hair growth wash. He had grown to love what was happening to him, with continuous positive reinforcement from Glenn, who would comment on his progress. He would point out during sex how much larger his cock and balls had gotten, immediately giving Jaden an erection. It was true though, what had once been a thin six inch cock was now pushing past eight and as thick as a beer can, with balls the size of lemons dangling below. 

His pubes had hit the same growth spurt. What had once been a small shaven patch had erupted into a verdant jungle of hair. Over the weeks they had pushed out slowly, growing darker and curlier, tangling together as more and more hairs pushed through the skin and sprouted out. The bush spread out from the base of his cock, coating his entire groin and reaching up to his stomach and out onto his thighs. His massive balls received their own dense fur coat; the wiry hairs so thick you could barely see through the forest. Hairs had even started climbing up his shaft, giving it an almost animalistic look. Glenn loved this, edging Jaden for hours every day playing with his thick pubes and enormous balls. The hairs blended seamlessly up to the rug on his chest, coating his continually growing belly in more and more hair. 

Jaden had put on so much size that his clothes no longer fit. Glenn of course supplied him with everything he could want, though he rarely wore more than just underwear. He loved the way a tank top looked while working out, his gut pressed tight against the fabric while still showing off his hairy chest and shoulders. His forearms grew thick with muscle as fur coated them as well. His thick thighs met the same fate, with hair sprouting all the way down to his feet. His beard thickened further and spread higher up his cheeks, leaving him with a dense covering that tangled with Glenn’s own when they kissed. His body had doubled in size, with those workouts giving him a solid muscular frame. Glenn made sure that was still softened by plenty of chub though, stuffing his cub at every meal. 

Fall changed to winter, and Jaden was nearing perfection as Glenn’s cub. They were inseparable, spending every day together as Glenn pushed the cub to be the best he could be, perfected for his own enjoyment. Jaden was enamored with his daddy bear, aware of the changes he’d undergone but not worried about his past self. As snow began to fall outside, his new mass and fur coat kept him warm even when outside, since he rarely cared to put on a coat. It was even better for snuggling by the fire with a full fledged bear, one who promised to only make Jaden more and more like himself. Jaden was now a true cub, in love with his daddy bear and looking forward to a life of growing. 

[misctf]

The Officer's Son

An indirect sequel to The New Product. Hope you enjoy!

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Chief Benson tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, his eyes darting at even the slightest sounds or movement. This meeting wasn't on the record- wasn't supposed to happen. But when a leading member of the Sante Cambio drug cartel reached out regarding the whereabouts of his missing son, Eric, Chief Benson was ready to make an exception.

"C'mon." Benson whispered, growing increasingly impatient, "Eric... where are you?" Flashbacks flickered through his mind- of his son. Of his time volunteering, his time at the gym, celebrating his 21st birthday.

"Dad, I wanna make a difference."

"Gonna be just like you someday, Chief."

"They say I’ve got your build, Chief."

"Gotta stay in shape for the academy."

"I'm gonna make you proud, dad."

"Fuck…" Benson cursed, feeling powerless.

"Hola mi amigo!" Benson perked up as a man he recognized as the cartel's leader in the city, Diego, entered, "I am so happy you have accepted my invitation." Diego smirked, his eyes predatory.

Benson's eyes darted past Diego, landing on the enforcer behind him. He was bigger than Diego. His shirtless, hairy torso thick and broad- graced with fresh ink. The enforcer looked down and shifted his bulk, crossing burly arms over his large chest.

"Your muscle?" Benson nodded towards the larger man.

"Eh him? Sí, very loyal boy. Been with us… what, three weeks now?"

"Si senor," The man replied, gaze still focused on the ground, "Is been three week already." He spoke in heavily accented English.

"Well isn't that nice?" Benson's sarcasm was barely concealed, "Enough bullshitting around. You know why I'm here Diego. Where. Is. My. Son?"

"Of course! Should we start from the very beginning?" Diego leaned back in his chair and tossed a photo to Benson.

Benson inspected it. A selfie Eric had posted at the gym- sweating and determined, surrounded by weights and machines.

"What do you mean, 'from the beginning'? What does this have to do with anything?"

"Oh, this is exactly where it starts, mi amigo. Your dear son, so dedicated to his fitness regimen. Always pumping iron, always pushing himself harder."

Benson's grip tightened on the photo. "Get to the point, Diego."

"We watched him, followed him. Always alone, always focused. Made for such an easy target." A smug smile graced his features. "We grabbed him in the parking lot. Put up quite a fight, didn't he, guapo?" He glanced at the enforcer, who remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Benson's voice trembled with anger. "What did you do to him?"

Diego waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing much at first. He was shouting, cursing us out." He laughed, "'My old man's the chief! He won't let you get away with this!' That's what he kept saying."

Benson rose from the chair, "Do you want money? Immunity? What the fuck do you…"

"Senor, please, let me finish. Prometo que todo quedará perfectamente claro. Si?" Benson slowly nodded, "Excellente!" He reached into his jacket and pulled out another photograph, sliding it across the table, "First, let me show you the next step in our little… process."

Benson's eyes widened in horror as he took in the image. Eric was naked, bound tightly with ropes, his wrists and ankles secured to a chair. His mouth was covered with duct tape, muffling any screams or pleas for help. Diego applied the tape.

"How could you...?" Benson whispered, bile rising in his throat.

"Ah, but that's when the real fun began, Chief," Diego continued, "You see, he was so stressed. So we thought we'd introduce him to some of our product. Puffed it right in his pretty face." He mimicked the action with his hands, "We'd all just smoke around him, fill those lungs of his." Diego laughed, enjoying Benson's discomfort. "He fought it at first, of course. Tried to hold his breath, glare us down with those defiant eyes."

"He'd never touch that shit willingly. Eric's clean, always has been."

"I know, oh trust me I know!" Diego continued, "When we peeled off that tape, oh, the begging! He promised he'd keep quiet, he'd forget all about it." He snorted. "Like we were going to believe that."

He reached into his pocket once more, pulling out yet another photograph. This one sent a chill down Benson's spine. Eric was still bound, but his eyes were glazed over, unfocused. Smoke everywhere around him. But what really drew Benson's attention was the way his son's body looked. Eric seemed different somehow - tanner, more muscular. Even his hair was darker.

"I don't understand, what…?" It had to be a tick of the light.

"You see, we intensified his exposure to our special strain."

The weight of realization crushed Benson like a physical blow. He knew all about this special strain of weed. Rumors circulated among the force of a batch that made people irreversibly stoned - forever trapped in a haze of laziness and obsession with so-called "stoner culture." He'd seen it up close - good kids, even some of his officers, reduced to nothing more than drooling, lethargic shells of their former selves. The idea that this fate might have befallen Eric… it would destroy everything he worked for, everything he was. No police academy now, no future outside of his father's basement.

"Not Eric." Benson whispered, "Diego… Please not him."

Diego smirked and produced another photograph, tossing it onto the table in front of Benson. Eric sat casually, a joint dangling in his hand as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. But it was his appearance that shocked Benson the most. Eric's skin was deeply tanned. Dark stubble covered his jawline. His hair now a shade darker.

"This… this can't be right," Benson muttered, shaking his head in disbelief, "That doesn't even look like..."

Diego chuckled darkly. "Oh, but it is, Chief. You see, given his inexperience, he responded to our special strain stronger than most, even with it being highly processed." He leaned closer, relishing Benson's distress. "If we'd stopped there, he would have been a perfect little stoner. Lazy, carefree, content to spend his days getting high and stuffing his face with junk food. An absolute embarrassment to his father, right?"

"But that's not what happened, is it?" Benson asked, a sinking feeling in his gut.

"No, indeed it was not," Diego sighed, handing Benson another photograph, this one showing Eric bound and restrained once again, "You see, even after all that, he still clung to his dreams of being a cop. Still clung to his misguided ideals. After we caught him, we knew he needed a real lesson."

Benson's hands shook as he took the photo, his mind reeling. He couldn't wrap his head around what Diego was telling him or showing him. Eric looked even more different in the photo. Dark hair, tan skin that rivaled Diego's.

"He fought at first. And that's when we truly let loose on him, Chief," Diego continued, "No more processed, watered-down shit. We gave him the good stuff, straight from the Amazon." He paused, savoring the moment. "It's incredible what it does to an inexperienced white boy like that." Diego chuckled, "Those baby smooth cheeks? Covered in a nice, dark facial hair." He leaned back, "And let me tell you, the change wasn't just on his face. Oh no. Full chest, back, arm, leg, you name it. But it was more than that. More muscle? Absolutely. Curves in all the right places, big arms, big legs. Not just muscle, but some nice extra padding too." Diego licked his lips, "You should've seen his face. Oh and we made sure he saw every single little change." He grinned, "After a few days, you'd never know he used to be some pale-ass gringo. Looked like one of our own."

"There's no..."

"And Chief, your boy? You should've heard him. So lost, broken..." Diego recalled, "But we talked to him, helped him realize he would never be a pig. He'd always crave the high, always need to smoke. His old life, his old friends… they'd never recognize him looking like that. Wouldn't accept him." Diego leaned in, "Made him realize he'd disappoint everyone. Especially you, Chief. So we opened our arms to him. Offered him a new family, a new purpose, a new name. And he accepted." Diego smirked and glanced at his enforcer, "And as a reward, I opened my bed to him. I pleasured him in ways he'd never dreamed of, showed him what his new body needed, left him begging for more. Tatted him up real nice, gave him a sense of belonging. A new purpose in life."

With that, Diego reached into his pocket and pulled out one last photograph. He slid it across the table to Benson.

Benson looked down at the image, and froze. It was a selfie. A man with thick dark hair- face framed by a scruffy beard. His face was broader, features harsher. Tanned skin stretched taut over massive shoulders and biceps. A broad belly spilled over the waistband of his pants. Tattoos marked his chest and forearms.

"This was a selfie your boy took after we tatted him up." Diego smirked, turning to meet the admiring gaze of his enforcer, "So fuckin' handsome, right?" He reached around and grabbed a fistful of his enforcer's juicy ass, "Right, guapo?"

Benson's head snapped up, his eyes darting to the enforcer standing beside Diego and back to the photo. The broad shoulders, the hairy chest, the round belly. The tattoos, the face, the body... it all clicked into place

"Eric? Is... is that you?"

The enforcer stood frozen, his loving gaze shifting away from Diego. Slowly, hesitantly, he met Benson's eyes- embarrassment, shame filling them. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper.

"Hola papá…" He began, his new accent still heavy and unfamiliar on his tongue.

And he could see it on his father's face. The shock, the horror, the desperate attempt to reconcile the man before him with the son he knew. And in that moment, he understood what his dad was thinking. How he'd never see his son wear the uniform, never live up to the ideals he had been raised with. Probably realizing one day he'd have to bring him in, handcuffs and all... Diego and the others were right – he would never be accepted, not as he was. And there was no going back, no way to reverse this.

"They call me…" He started slowly, but faltered, realizing his new name wasn't just something they called him. No… it was his name, his identity. His life as that clean-cut, eager-to-please young man, ready to follow in his father's footsteps, was over. He was now the newest recruit of the Sante Cambio cartel, "No… My name… Mi nombre es Enrique."

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The Coach: Part 3

This is the ending of the story. You can find the earlier parts here (part one) and here (part two).

I had never been so happy in my entire life. For the past two weeks I had no thoughts except for my trainer. I spent my days jerking wildly, locked in my room, going so far as to stick things in my mouth to simulate the presence of his cock, mere replacements for his manly rod. I had to keep myself trained to fully satisfy my coach. Whenever we were at the kids' soccer practice, I used to count the minutes, impatiently, until it was just him and me in the locker room. From the moment the last kid left, I would quickly undress and get down on my knees on the wet floor tiles, tongue out of my mouth, panting like a festive little dog. I watched Marco in front of me undress, eager to taste his gorgeous whang.

On the benches, in the shower, on the cold floor; my mouth had been violated everywhere in that locker room. The coach meanwhile instructed me on how to get better; he taught me how to properly suck his hairy tits, filled with sweat from training, and told me that his balls also needed to be rubbed, with hands and lips.

I obviously did not hesitate to throw myself on his scrotum, losing myself in his sweaty, manly stench. Playing with his massive genitals was the only thing I desired; I no longer even cared if he reciprocated in some way by making me come in turn, all I cared about was being his good pupil. His hand running through my hair as I swallowed his seed was my reward; the hard prick in my panties could wait to come. We also began spending time together outside the locker room; I started lying to my parents that I was going out with some friends, only to find myself waiting for his car in front of the house, anxiously. Even in the car, I wasted no opportunity to lose myself in the smell of his cologne, in admiring his chest hair curling out of his shirt. I always ended up getting so aroused that I couldn't resist the temptation to masturbate him or give him a blowjob after pulling the car over and removing his shirt to touch his furry chest while moaning.

Grateful for my progress, he often decided to celebrate by taking me out to dinner, to clubs far from our town. They were expensive, discreet places where no one asked questions and under the table my trainer could turn me on by entwining his warm legs with mine; we almost always ended up hiding in the bathrooms, me on my knees, his dong and balls sunk into my now well-trained mouth.

One evening I was on all fours, adoringly on the floor of the locker room shower. Marco was finishing washing up, his marble dick still erect after the blowjob I had just finished giving him. Without even looking me in the eye, he told me that he planned to take me back to his house the next evening, that we would have dinner and I could stay over. An immense happiness took hold of me; I told him, of course, that I was looking forward to it. With an excuse I told my parents that I was staying over at a friend's. I found myself in front of his door, my heart beating wildly; finally after days of waiting I could re-enter my coach's house. He opened the door for me; he was half-naked, dressed only in a cap and shorts. He waved me to follow him, still in the living room. When he sat down, I could not help but notice his tight bulge in his shorts.

My penis became erect immediately. With no words needed to be said, I got into position; I undressed and got down on all fours, slowly approaching him with my tongue hanging out. But to my surprise, Marco stopped me with his hand and told me to listen to him. - “Kid, tonight will be different. Today begins the last stage of your training. Are you ready?” - “Sure, coach!” - “Very good. Now, first, you need to think about dinner. Over there you will find an apron and everything you need to cook us something. Go and don't disappoint me.”

Like a good housewife, I slipped on the lace apron that Marco had placed on the kitchen table for me and managed to prepare him a valid Italian dinner, a board of cold cuts and cheeses, some pasta, a good wine. I could almost see him getting emotional when I served him the dishes at the table; he could not contain himself and gave me a firm kiss on the lips, holding me in his powerful arms. I found myself blushing as my little cock raised a small outline on the apron, staining it slightly with a few drops of pre-cum.

After we had finished eating and I had cleaned everything up, he removed my apron and took my hand. Holding it tightly he led me to his room. I finally re-entered the place where I had first revealed to myself that I would be his pupil; his smell was everywhere, permeating in the furniture, in the sheets, stagnant in the air. He told me to sit on the bed as he prepared to give me new instructions. - “Kid, tonight you will finally learn what you still lack to satisfy a real man. Now, watch me carefully.”

He began to move in front of me, as my eyes like magnets did not detach from his manly body. He ran a hand over his hairy chest, over his bulging belly, over his crotch still hidden by his shorts. Finally, with his fingers he pulled them down just enough to show me the crack between his firm buttocks, covered with fine hair.

- “Tell me boy, what do you like best about my body?” - “Your cock, coach.”

The answer came out instantly, without a hint of doubt. - "Very well, it's only right that it's the thing you love most about a real man, because only that can fully satisfy you. Tonight you will find out how. But first…”

He took off his shorts, remaining in his underwear. - "…it's appropriate to start with a little warm-up. Get on the floor and show me how a good little dog walks.”

I immediately got down on all fours, my tongue drawn out salivating on the hardwood floor as he continued to watch me, majestic, magnetic.

His furry body glowed in the light of the soft lamps of his room, sweating and smelling intoxicating. He leaned back on the bed and raised one of his arms. - “Follow my scent, like a good boy. Get on the bed and lick my armpit.”

I climbed onto the bed like an animal, then slowly approached his body. He had taught me not to be hasty, so I started smelling his armpit while inhaling deeply. He had not showered since the day before and his male scent was more intense than ever. After my nose was completely stunned by his smell, I knew it was time to move on with my tongue. Salty drops of hormones and sweat ran down my throat as Marco emitted his usual deep, subdued moans of appreciation. While I was intent on licking, he had slowly laid down on the bed, and once he withdrew his arm he looked at me. He saw that my hands were already pointing to his cock, clenched in his tight-fitting underpants.

- “I'm sorry, kid, but tonight for that you'll have to wait. I'll show you something new.”

He took off his underwear and crawled onto the bed with me beside him. He was showing me his ass, firm and hairy. He patted his own buttock, as if to point it out to me.

- "'This will be tonight's theme. You must know, boy, that it is important to satisfy even a real man's ass. But unfortunately, the little thing between your legs is not suitable. This one instead…”

He ran his tongue over his thick mustache. - “…With this one I know you'll be able to do just fine. In the meantime, come closer, and take a sniff."

We were both on all fours on his bed, like two animals in heat, two dogs sniffing each other's private parts to please each other. I obeyed and put my nose between his buttocks. That place, between his anus and his scrotum, was where his real man odor was most intense. As I inhaled deeply and lost myself in his stench, I began to moan, my cock dripping onto the bedsheets. - “I can see that you like it. Why don't you try using your tongue?”

He didn't have time to finish the sentence that I had already sunk my whole face onto his anus. As I continued to slip my tongue into the cleft of his buttocks, I heard for the first time Marco give in to higher-pitched moans. His legs began to tremble, unable to hold himself up on his knees. When he succumbed on the bed, I continued to lick voraciously. Only an order from him could have dislodged me from his ass. - “Stop…stop…”

I froze and lifted my head. Marco had turned red, in the grip of a panting he had never had. He turned around and I saw that his cock was hard, throbbing, and wet. On the blankets he had left a large stain of pre-sperm. - “If you keep this up, we won't make it to the end of the night…gee, is there anything you can't do?”

He was smiling as he never had. I had achieved a new goal; I felt in total bliss. He took me in his arms and held me tightly as our cocks slammed into each other, hard and wet. - “You are such a gifted boy.”

He kissed me on the forehead and rubbed my hair with his hand. I felt I was about to be emotional, my heart could no longer contain the joy. We stayed looking at each other for a few seconds, then he straddled me. My little cock thumped against his chest as we lost ourselves in each other's eyes. - “There is one last thing, kiddo, the most important thing to learn. And it's about your ass.”

He shifted me slightly on his chest until my butt was on top of his erect prick. In that instant, the ultimate thought unlocked in my mind. Sure, wanting a real man's cock in my mouth was one thing, but from the depths of my psyche an even more exciting thought was emerging. The real place of a real man's cock was in an ass. As animals did, as men did with women, a real man's cock needed to mate properly. This was the missing piece of the puzzle, the last thing left to make me a really good boy capable of satisfying his male. I had to be totally submissive, penetrated in the wildest and fiercest of ways. This was my greatest aspiration, Marco's big, hairy, throbbing cock in my young ass. I began to pass my anus over the tip of his pulsing dong, emitting increasingly high-pitched moans. Marco sensed immediately that I understood. - “You are such a natural. Now, let me guide you.”

Marco took me gently, dilating the sides of my asshole with accuracy, thrust after thrust. More and more, more and more, until I let go a loud scream of pleasure, feeling that his cock was finally where it belonged. I don't remember exactly how things went from that moment. All I know is that for the first time in my life I understood what it meant to orgasm for real. Any sensation I had felt before was nothing in comparison. I remember his vigorous hands on my hips, warm and enveloping. The sound of our nutsacks slamming against each other, the sweat that wet our bodies and soaked his chest by gathering in his fur. The positions we took, first me on top of him, with his hands greedily touching my chest and brushing against my turgid nipples, then on all fours like two animals, the sensation of being penetrated to the point of losing my breath, as if the sole purpose of his hips was to get me pregnant. Finally, his arms putting me on my stomach and opening my legs, kissing me as his sweaty chest bathed my glabrous pecs. He came, more than once, in and out of me, and I did likewise. When I looked at the clock, it had been hours since we had started. He picked me up and carried me to a shower. My body gave way with each step and I had to hold on to the walls to keep from collapsing, but my coach supported me with his powerful arms. He washed me thoughtfully as I snuggled against his warm chest under the running water. As we dried, I looked at him in a different light than in the locker room.

It was not just devotion now, since he had penetrated me I felt something more intense growing in me, a feeling at once tender and strong. Finally, he took me back to his bed, where we lay exhausted. Just before he closed his eyes, he told me that it had been the best sex of his life.

I walked over and kissed him, only to have his arm wrap around me, my head in the crook of his armpit. Sex, he said. I had finally figured it all out. I was not just his student, I was his lover, I was the person who made him happy, who existed for that purpose. Marco was a real male, and I was supposed to be everything that satisfied him. His docile little dog, his good little boy, his horny little whore. I had become all that to him, and from this moment I would be forever. I smiled as I fell asleep in his arms.

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The Coach: Part 2

(You can find the first part here)

Lunch with Marco had been so pleasant. While I was intent on exploring his house, he had taken the time to change clothes and put on a clean shirt, apparently the shirt he was wearing had gotten dirty with pizza sauce, he said. During the meal we talked about soccer practice, what exercises to propose to our young trainees, and then ended up chatting about our lives, having a friendly laugh. I was really happy, but underneath I felt a strange sensation. I was not remembering something, something happened recently. I had actually felt like I was exploring his house, but then I must have been distracted and a moment later I was there, at the table with him eating the pizza he cooked. I had discovered that he was also a very good cook anyway, he really had all the makings of a very good catch…so strange that he was still a single man. After drinking coffee I thanked him and said goodbye and was about to leave, when Marco looked at me, smiling. There was something twisted in that smile, a strange malice that…was not entirely new to me. He snapped his fingers. I suddenly remembered what had happened in his room just before and what he had ordered me to do. I stood at attention, legs straight, chest out, hand raised to my forehead like a little soldier, eyes fixed on him.

- “Ready for practice, coach!”

Marco had confessed to me that he had never stopped being my coach, and that now he would teach me many new things. My heart was pounding with excitement. He smiled in satisfaction and waved me to follow him as he began to unbutton his shirt. As he fell onto the couch, his hairy chest showed in all its masculinity.

He told me to sit in the armchair facing him; I obeyed. Once I was seated, he began to speak.

- "Tell me, kid, what do you feel when you look at me?" - “Respect, coach. Much, much respect. You are my only coach and I need to obey you." - "That's right. And when you see me like this, with my hairy chest in full view, my masculine stench in the air, what do you feel?" - "I feel so honored. I think you are a real man, coach. You have so many qualities sir, and I have only to learn from a virile male like you." - “And WHAT should you learn?” - “To be like - ”

The answer stopped on the tip of my tongue. A short circuit had been created in my head. It was only logical to answer that he should teach me to be like him, but I knew it was the wrong answer. I could not be like him, it just was impossible for someone like me. I could only serve him, as a good little boy.

- " - to be a good kid."

Marco clapped his hands, in a satisfied applause.

- “I really didn't think you would be so affable, you know? And now, tell me, do you like boys or girls?”

- “Girls, coach.”

Marco shook his finger, letting me know I was wrong.

- “You MUST like boys,…in fact, not even, you MUST like real men. True males like me."

Something changed in my mind, in a single split second. The girls I liked, the ones I had flirted with, the first sexual experiences, were all in the past. Every thought I had for females turned. In my head there was only room for thick beards and hair-covered bellies. Mighty arms, muscular legs. And something else too, something sexual, but inside me there was a resistance that kept me from focusing on what it was. One thing was certain. Marco had everything I now desired. He had noticed something different in my gaze.

- “So, tell me now, do you like boys or girls?”

In the meantime, he had taken off his shirt and jeans, showing off his chest and armpits. He was wearing only a pair of shorts.

- “I like real men, coach. True males like you." - “Very good. Now, like a good little boy, undress completely and stand."

I jumped to my feet and began to remove my clothes, even taking care to fold them properly on the chair, as a polite and respectful child would have done. I stood there, my young body naked before my trainer. I noticed only now that my penis was erect, shrouded by the few hairs that infoliated my crotch. And the more I looked at Marco's chest, the more I felt my cock throbbing, as if it wanted to grow bigger and bigger.

- “I see that someone is already standing at attention.”

He tapped on one of his bare thighs with his powerful hand; I knew I had to sit on it. When my ball sack and anus touched the hair of his leg, my body was pervaded by a thrill of pleasure. Marco meanwhile ran his manly hand over my back, stroking me gently and looking at me with lust. By now his smell enveloped me completely.

- "You are such a nice and obedient pupil. But be careful, you must not rush, a talented young boy like you must not go to waste."

His muscular arms took me to straddle him. Now my erect dick grazed the hairs of his belly, providing me intense ecstasy. I couldn't help but moan.

- "You're aroused, kid, right? It's normal, it's your first time with a big real man. Calm your breath."

His large warm hands brushed my chest and back, gently. I felt cradled, welcomed, and slowly, as his languid eyes looked at me, I began to calm my respiration.

- “Very good, like this. Now, slowly, come closer to my face."

I leaned forward until I was inches from his face. His warm breath was an invitation that could not be refused. Our lips touched and I felt his thick mustache against my face, his shaggy beard scratching my cheeks. We indulged in an overwhelming make-out session as his hands did not stop touching my body, first on my back, and then finishing by groping my ass. I occasionally let go a few moans, venting the arousal Marco was giving me. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced, until he moved on to the next phase. He ordered me to lift one arm and began to voraciously lick my armpit. I began to tremble, shocked by discharges of pleasure that began to drip my cock onto his furry belly. His tongue and beard scratched the short hairs of my armpit, with rhythmic touches and a manly passion, with the precise purpose of making me come like never before. And when he lifted his arm shortly thereafter, I knew without further command that I should reciprocate.

I threw myself into his armpit, trying to replicate as best I could what I had just received. I heard him let out broken groans, his deep voice beginning to tremble. I knew I was doing it right. My lips and face were drenched in saliva and sweat, the sour, salty taste of hormones pervading me and making me more and more addicted with each passing second. I would have continued forever, but he stopped me, sticking his tongue in my mouth again. Our lips parted only after a few minutes, our eyes dipping into each other, inches apart. We stayed like that for seconds that seemed endless, then he put me back down again.

- “You want to see something, kiddo?”

Slowly, he began to pull down his shorts. Underneath, tight in his white underpants, was his hard penis. I could not see it, but judging by the outline, it must have been a very large cock. Mine must have been half as big, both in length and width. I wanted to look at it to compare, but I couldn't take my eyes off his shaft. From his underwear came an even more intense stench; a mixture of semen, sweat, hormones that attracted me like a moth to a flame. - "Now see, that's a true man's cock."

Yes, the coach was right. His massive penis was not only the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, but also a proof that he was superior to me, a real man to be respected and worshipped. I kept holding my mouth half open as a trickle of saliva trickled down to wet the sofa. This was the sexual object that my mind had been reluctant to accept and now, instead, could not ignore. In addition to those of hairy, muscular bodies, thoughts of cocks began to appear in my mind. Huge shafts, thick with hair, with large, cum-filled nutsacks. I craved a real man's cock and, in particular, his own.

- “I see you seem to like it. Do you want to play with it?”

I wanted to, so badly, but I didn't know how. I looked into Marco's eyes, unable to give a definite answer. I was looking for my coach's help.

- “I would love to play with it, coach. But…” - “But…?” - “…I have no idea how to do it.”

Marco let out a hearty laugh and then patted me on the back. His deep voice echoed through the room, filling the silence that had come once our moans had ended.

- “Don't worry, kid. I'll show you.”

He got up from the couch, giving me some space. He ordered me to lie down and relax, then bent down on his knees. I watched him take my erect penis with one hand and begin to masturbate me gently, slowly. The warm feel of his palm against my dick made me start dripping again. My foreskin rose and fell between his fingers, producing a wet sound. I was reaching the height of pleasure when not satisfied, Marco let go of his hand and launched himself with his mouth on my dick. His whiskers scratched against my pubis, I began to moan louder and louder as his tongue enveloped my willy. I didn't even have time to count to ten. Jets of cum departed from my cock, some into Marco's mouth, others were collected by his beard and chest hair. The orgasm made me lose touch with reality for a few seconds; when my eyes managed to focus again, I saw a pleased smile cross his face.

- “Have you seen how it's done? Do you think you can do the same?” - “Sure, coach. I can't wait."

I didn't even give him time to sit down that I was already dropping his shorts and underwear. His cock rose up in front of my face, hitting my cheek hard. I could finally see it.

It was really amazing, so masculine. 7-inch long, bulging with pulsating veins, at the base the thickest blanket of hair I had ever seen, hiding the giant pair of swollen nuts. But most of all, he was large, wide. In retrospect, I wasn't so sure it would fit in my mouth. I hesitated, looking at it in adoration.

- “What's going on? Is something wrong? Don't you like it anymore?” - “No, coach, not at all. It's...it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

I saw him smile again, fully satisfied with the answer.

- “So come on, have fun with your new lollipop, kid.”

I began to jerk him off, but after a few seconds his scent had become so addictive that I couldn't pounce on it with my mouth. The first attempt hurt my jaw, but by the second try I no longer felt any pain. All I could feel was the salty taste of his big dick, his cockhead slamming into the back of my throat; I risked choking a couple of times, but with the coach's directions I quickly learned how to avoid it. You could tell he was a real man because he didn't let out screams of pleasure as I had done; he kept glaring at me as his breathing quickened with each movement of my head, up and down his big dong. His soft, hoarse moans and his hand on my head were all the testimony I needed; I was really pleasuring him, really being a good little boy. Finally, it happened. In a tremor, a rush of cum came from his cock, continuous, dense jets that seemed endless. His seed flooded my mouth and throat; it tasted like honey, a juice that made me addicted sip after sip. Unfortunately, I was still not used to it and had to pull away from his prick, wetting my face with his cum and beginning to cough, spitting profusely on his hairy crotch and belly. As I tried to compose myself, I saw Marco looking at me.

He had just pulled his hand away from my head, smugly.

- “Don't worry, you'll get used to it.”

He ran a finger over the droplets that were soaking his chest, plucking them from his hair. Then he put it in my mouth, running it over my teeth and tongue.

- "Good kids don't waste food."

He picked me up and put me next to him on the couch. We stayed naked, close to each other. Then he told me we were done for the day. I couldn't help but make a sad face. Seeing it, Marco took one of my cheeks with his hand, affectionately.

- “After every workout, rest is necessary. One should not rush, it takes time to become skilled."

I nodded to him, but I was unable to hide my sadness. He then offered to give me a ride home in his car so that we could spend more time together. As he drove, he held my hand tightly, I could feel his manly fingers holding mine firmly, and I could not contain my joy. Halfway through the drive, I could not resist. I let my hand slip off his and placed it on his crotch. Marco looked at me, grinned, and pulled the car over to a side street. When I had finished giving him another blowjob, taking care not to waste a single drop of his precious seed, he looked at me, smiling.

- "You are such a promising little boy."

To be continued...

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The Coach: Part 1

This story takes place in Italy, in the world of youth and small-town soccer clubs.

I was a promise of local soccer, a young athlete with a promising future ahead. Girls chased me with crushes, boys held me in high esteem, by high school my popularity was through the roof. Then, at the brink of eighteen, the fatal accident. ACL injury, several months of rehabilitation, but only one certainty: I could never be the champion I wished to become. My family and my local soccer club could not afford the most expensive treatment, I had to accept reality. I fell into a deep depression, only managing to get out of it with the help of therapy and a few close friends. Of course, I had lost everything; within a little over a year I found myself with an out-of-shape, puny and weak physique, fewer friends to go out and have fun with, the total disinterest of the fairer sex and the impossibility of continuing to play soccer, my passion from an early age. I had not even had the courage to enroll in college and did nothing but look for small jobs to bring some money home. It was under those circumstances that the soccer club I played for proposed that I should not give up and make myself useful: if I could not play, I could still coach new talents. The proposal filled me with joy and I immediately decided to make myself available. Of course, I couldn't start from scratch, so for the first year I would work alongside Marco, the coach of the children's team.

I had known him for years; he had been my coach when I had started playing, inspiring me with his passion and fatherly affection. I still remember being emotional on the last day of practice, when we would move on to the next grade and another coach would follow us. Many years had passed, so when we met on the field on my first day, it took him a while to recognize in me the little boy he had coached so long before. I, on the other hand, despite a few white hairs on his beard and a somewhat bigger and more powerful physique, found in him the old mentor of yesteryear. He seemed to square me with attention and wonder; he told me that he could not believe that I had already become a man. I told him that I had just come of age, but he patted me on the back and said that I should not belittle myself, that I had indeed grown well. I smiled at his compliment and we started coaching the little players. I found that I loved the job right away: coaching future hopefuls really enjoyed it, it made me feel useful in a way I hadn't in a long time. So when the parents came back for them, I greeted all my new students with the hope that I could become a beacon for them, as Marco had been in my time.

Once the last of the kids was gone, it was our turn to use the locker room, to clean ourselves up and go home. I was used to the locker room environment after all those years, but this time was different. The whole team was not there to warm up the atmosphere: at this moment, in the humid air filled with the smell of grass and sweat, there was only Marco and me. I felt some embarrassment, but I tried to act like a mature person and began to undress. Marco smiled at me for reassurance, as if he recognized my insecurities. We both ended up staying in our underwear, and only then did I notice his almost naked body.

Not only did he have several tattoos on his body that I had already glimpsed on his arms during training, but he was also incredibly hairy. A thick carpet of hair covered his entire body except for his smooth back. Of course, he was 20 years older than me, I might have expected that, but I still stood staring at him for a few seconds, feeling a strange and unsettling sensation. It was always his smile that brought me back to reality; he had touched my shoulder and asked me if I had any embarrassment about showering with him. I answered no, blushing a little anyway. He went to turn on the hot water and soon the steam partially obscured our naked bodies. As I washed, I still tried not to look directly at him; carried along by the steam, I could smell a pungent odor in the air that I had never sniffed before. It tasted like musk and aftershave, but too intense and penetrating to be ignored. I couldn't tell if it was a bubble bath that Marco was using or if it was his natural smell but it was as if, even though I tried not to meet his gaze, the man's presence was everywhere in that shower, in that locker room. I was sure he was not looking at me, but I could still feel his eyes on me, almost feel his hands on me, the contrast between my young, puny, hairless body and his massive, hairy one.

Getting out of the shower and starting to dry ourselves was like stepping out of a strange, lucid dream. As we dressed, we began to talk about this and that, in the pure male spirit of camaraderie. He asked me if I had a girlfriend, if I had any other hobbies, what young men were talking about these days. I answered his questions, discovering in turn that he was in his late forties, single and childless, but happy nonetheless. I smiled to imagine him still an unrepentant bachelor, intent on seducing women in a club and then taking them home for a night of passion. Then I blushed: how could I have so naively thought such a thing? I ignored the question, got dressed and said goodbye to Marco, setting out for home.

As the weeks went on, I looked forward to practice with more and more trepidation. I wished so much that the kids were the focus of my concern, but that was not the case. I was finding myself having eyes only for Marco. I didn't understand what was happening to me, but I often found myself staring at him, smiling when I saw him talking to the children, blushing when he cheered me on with a pat on the back. Every time practice ended, I felt my heart palpitate at the idea that it was just him and me, our naked bodies hidden by the steam of the shower. If the first few times I was ashamed to even look him in the eyes, now all I did was try to look at him, unnoticed. I peered at his hairy chest, at the drops of steam and foam that dappled it, at his firm, round ass, at the water that slid from his abdomen to his legs in rivulets of soap.

The only spot where I could not lay my eyes was on his genitals, maybe out of modesty, maybe out of some inner resistance. Moreover, that smell, which I had found annoying the first time, was now leading me into a total state of addiction. It was his smell, the smell of his fur, of his armpits, the masculine aroma of his mature, adult body. In those moments, when I concentrated too much on Marco's enveloping fragrance, I could feel my own penis hardening. Only then would I reject the thoughts and try to distract myself, so he wouldn't catch me with a hard cock in the shower. And finally, once I got home, I would find myself masturbating in my room thinking about him, the virile soccer coach, who would go pick up young women, take them home, and fuck them hard. I realized only afterwards, when I had come by then, how those women did not even have a face or a shape. There was only him, sharp, in my thoughts. So the day he asked me to go to his house for lunch my heart leapt. He had stopped me during a training session, taking me aside. He had told me that he wanted to discuss some details with me, some new exercises to propose to our pupils. He told me that he would cook, that it was a pleasure to have me as a guest. I didn't know if I was more honored to be considered by him as an equal, or if I was excited by the idea of entering his home, of taking an extra step into his privacy.

He welcomed me hastily into his apartment, and as I took my seat, he hurried back to the kitchen to deal with the dough. He was going to cook me pizza; my heart filled with joy at the idea of such caring. He told me to make myself at home, and I began to explore. It didn't take long to end up in his bedroom, the ultimate goal of my inspection. It was a simple bedroom, an iron-barred bed leaning against a freshly painted green wall, simple furniture serving as the bedding.

I was about to leave the room when my eye slipped to the nightstand. Beside the pillow, a brightly colored book had caught my attention. I barely had time to skim it and read the title, “Hypnotic methods: how to change …” that Marco's voice echoed in the room, along with its masculine smell. - “When I said to do it the way you do it at home, maybe I should have put up stakes.”

He stood in the doorway of the room, intent on staring at me. There was a new light in his eyes that I had never seen before: his gaze was always smiling, but it was as if he was hiding something. He approached slowly, continuing to speak. - “You see, from the first moment I heard that you were going to be my deputy, I set to work. I've always followed your career over the years, until the tragic injury, and I always thought that when you grew up, you would be a really sexy young man. I thought I'd seize the opportunity.”

I was motionless. I didn't understand anything anymore…me a sexy young man? What was he saying? Meanwhile, he was getting closer and I kept looking at him, bewitched. - "I'm good as a trainer, and if there's one thing I've learned over these long years, it's that results don't come at once, but after long practice. My hormone-enriched perfume has slowly taken its toll, and now you are here, motionless before me, all mine."

We found ourselves facing each other. He looked into my eyes, but suddenly all I wanted was to reach out my hands to him, to brush against him. It was as if I could feel his hairy chest even beyond his T-shirt, rising and falling with every breath he took. - “Now, like a good boy, kneel down. From today a new training will begin.”

I fell to the ground on my knees, not stopping looking at him. I had the urge to stick my tongue out, as a playful little dog would have done in front of his owner. Marco looked at me, his smile taking a malicious turn, while with one hand he reached up to lift his shirt, showing me his hair-black chest.

- "I think pizza will not be the only thing you eat today."

To be continued...

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The Resort Backstory: First Love

This story is set a couple of years before the resort opens, when the future resort manager has finished honing his hypnotic skills and is looking for a way to put them into practice on a larger scale. I had long since sharpened my skills of manipulation and control. After my first attempt with my parents' gardener and the month of wild sex that had followed, I had tested my new skills with various college classmates, always with the desired effects. A couple of them had even undergone permanent changes from the experience, showing newfound happiness. Of course, none of them knew that I was the cause of their change. I used rituals, trinkets, infusions, from the classic pendant waved in front of the subject's eyes to more complicated mentalist tricks. But the more I learned, the more I wanted to know. Out of college, I began traveling around the world, often at the expense of some unfortunate person I could manipulate. Europe, the Far East, Africa, new cultures, new methods, constantly experimenting with subjects from all social backgrounds. It was at the end of a long trip to Europe that I decided to stop and gather ideas. I thought maybe it was time to get structured, to share my knowledge, to create something more. So it was that I came up with the resort. I had substantial savings, as well as a few millionaires to squeeze in, so it would not be a cost issue. But such a place would have required a lot of staff, a trusted staff: manipulating my crew all the time would have been overkill. I would have sought true assistants, men whose change would be permanent.

I rented an apartment in an Eastern European capital, as there was a library full of ancient volumes useful for my research. I began in a few weeks a routine of study, gym, nightlife, but never stopped thinking about the resort. I was never fully focused, and neither was I when one afternoon at the gym I slipped off the treadmill, hitting the floor with my face. I don't know if I lost consciousness, but when I opened my eyes again, trying to get up, I saw him in front of me.

His light eyes were squaring me with concern. Of his body I noticed only the powerful legs, but the tight shirt gave a clear idea of how well-built he was. He offered me his hand. - “Hey, are you okay?”

His warm voice thrilled me. I don't know if it was because of his Eastern accent or his appearance, but I felt my face blush, my heart beat faster, a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. He asked me if I needed anything, and I stuttered, saying that everything was fine. I didn't understand what was happening to me. We said goodbye, but from that day on, every time I met him he would say hello and ask me questions. We inevitably ended up becoming friends. I found out that his name was Sergej, that he was born and raised in the city, that he worked in the offices of a well-known local company, that he was a lover of art and music, liked to dine at exotic restaurants, go out at night to clubs, and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend after a years-long relationship.

We had so much in common and he spoke to me with such enthusiasm and spontaneity that the more I found out things about him, the more I ended up falling in love. It was my first time, and all I could think about was this guy who had dropped into my life like a bolt from the blue. He was perfect -- nice, smart, damn sexy. We started texting to go to the gym together, or go out to eat something.

He introduced me to his friends, we went out drinking and dancing together. Meanwhile I was just thinking of a thousand ways to manipulate him and make him mine, but the idea of a one-night-stand was not enough, I knew I would want more, and more. I had to make him fall in love with me permanently, it was the only way. Unfortunately, like all permanent alterations, it had to be induced slowly, allowed to settle in the subject's mind as if it were a natural change. I began with the classic rubber bracelet sprinkled with pheromones, similar to the one I used with the gardener; I knew that for the first few approaches it would be perfect, at least to attract him more. I put it on in the gym only when I met him, and I immediately noticed something different in his smile, wider than usual upon seeing me coming. It didn't take long, just a couple of weeks: when one evening he sent me a selfie of himself in a tank top, asking me what I thought of his physique, I knew that might be enough.

I then proposed that we start watching a new TV series together, once a week in my apartment. For the first evening, I had scattered various diffusers in the rooms, all with the same addictive fragrance I had found in the Far East. On the first night we settled on the couch, beer in hand, chatting, laughing and watching TV. Everything seemed smooth, but already the next day he texted me if we could meet before the following week, because he wanted to know how the show was going. It only took a few weeks and Sergej became a regular guest at my house. He would even leave clothes and items at my place, knowing that he would spend the next evening there. When he finally decided to spend a whole night there, having drunk too much to go home alone, I started with the last part of the plan. While he was lying on the couch, I played from a small portable speaker a recording I had made a few days earlier. - “Sergej, from this moment you will be hopelessly attracted to me. Slowly, day by day, you will no longer feel interest in women, but only in men, and in particular in me. Like a drop digging into the rock, minute by minute. And when you finally make me yours, it will be like that forever. Is that clear to you?”

The words of the message were punctuated and repeated, at a slow pace. After about ten minutes, I heard him slur a yes each time the final question was asked. Making sure he did not wake up, I stayed with him for almost an hour, then turned off the box and went to sleep.

The next morning I found him awake in my kitchen. His face broke into a wide smile as soon as he saw me. He hugged me tightly and thanked me for letting him sleep on my sofa. Blushing, I said he could do that whenever he wanted. From that morning that there was no more need for any manipulation. He had never asked me personal questions before, although he understood that I liked men. He began to ask me what it was like to sleep with a male, how the approaches worked. I did not pretend surprise and answered him naturally, finding satisfaction in his gaze each time. He was attentive, happy with my answers, as he sat staring at me.

He had started sending me more and more selfies, asking me whether or not he liked what he was wearing, despite the fact that he already had impeccable taste in dressing. Then, with the arrival of summer, we went on several nature hikes together with friends, often ending up swimming in some natural river or lake.

The sight of his vast and hairy chest always sent me into ecstasy, but I tried not to let him notice, even when he would push me into the water for fun or decide to take me on his shoulders to chicken-fight with other friends. Finally, with the arrival of autumn, he began to ask me to see him every night, to go out to fancy places, often buying me dinner. I stood mute watching him, satisfied with the dream that was coming true day after day. When we would later return to my house after those outings, he would take off his shoes and remain in his shirt, open halfway to show me his hairy chest, as if to turn me on.

On the couch, as we watched TV, we would get closer and closer, and sometimes he would not hesitate to hold me close, putting one of his arms behind my shoulders. His smell at that point became more intense each time, and it became more and more complicated to resist him. One evening, finally, it happened. We had just turned on the TV that he took me close to him; I could feel his heart beating fast under his shirt. Suddenly, he looked at me, his cheeks red, his gaze excited. Our faces moved closer at the same moment. When I finally brushed his lips with mine, my heart exploded with joy. He took me in his arms as he kissed me by straddling my legs, our tongues on each other frantic, as if to satiate a hunger held back for too long. Without pulling away I began to remove his shirt, brushing the hairs on his chest, enjoying every single touch longed for months. He remained in his tank top when it pulled away. There was desire in his eyes, but also a doubt I had never seen before. - “I…I don't know if…”

He stammered, visibly distressed. I tried to reassure him. - “Sergej…everything is fine. What's bothering you?” - "It's just that I…I'm not good at it. I've never done it with a man. And with you…oh my God, with you of all people! I feel totally awkward."

I was invested with a deep sense of affection. I reached out and took his hand, gently touching it. - “Sergej, it's me. Nothing bad will happen, and at most, we will laugh about it. If you desire me, if you want me, you will see that it will be beautiful no matter what will happen. You…you want me, don't you?"

At that moment, there was a glow in his eyes, for an instant, as if a distant command came alive again in his mind. Then, the next second, he gave a big smile. - "Yes, with all of me."

We started making out again, lying on the couch. As he lay on top of me and I lost myself in his warmth and musky scent, I could feel how both of our pants were getting too tight. Beyond the fabric, I could feel his erect cock pushing out, brushing against mine that was in the same condition. I took his hand and let him strip me down to my waistband, feeling as we kissed the friction of his fur over my chest. No longer able to restrain myself, I stood up, inviting him to join me in my room, while he also stripped off his tank top. I lit only a lamp, creating a dim ambience, and threw myself shirtless on the bed covers, waiting for him to arrive. It was clear to me that he was elegant in his seductive manner as well. He stood leaning against the edge of the wall, wearing only his jeans. In the dim light his chest was a black sea of hair, his gaze oozing with desire. I was spellbound, like a moth to a flame; reality was surpassing all my wildest expectations.

With slow steps he headed toward me, when I asked him to stop at the edge of the bed. Getting on all fours, I reached first to remove his belt, then to open the flap of his jeans. I sought his gaze, as if for approval of every single movement, while his eyes did not leave my side, quivering with excitement. His pants came down to his knees and I finally saw the outline of his dick on his underpants. Irrepressible, I lowered his underwear and in a snap his erect cock hit my face. It had an irresistible smell and was like him, handsome, proportionate. His 7-inch manhood stood on a neat base of hair, below it his ballsack was thick and firm. I squeezed his nuts and saw him moan for the first time. Slowly massaging his package, I went up to the base of his penis and began to masturbate it. As he put his hands behind his head, panting in pleasure, I began to lick the tip of his cock, smack it on my cheeks, and finally suck it vigorously. At one point I had to use one of my hands to start touching myself, the excitement was getting too high. When I did, Sergej removed his hands from the back of his neck and with both of them took my head and began to move it rhythmically on his shaft.

Then one, two, three. On the third powerful stroke of his hips, a stream of cum flooded my throat. His hands pressed firmly against my head as I tried to breathe, my face pressed against his pubic hair, his masculine scent entering my nostrils, his white seed beginning to spill from my lips unable to hold it. I had also come in the meantime, the dark sheets soiled with white spatter. We stood still like that for several seconds, both of us catching our breath, then he slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth and staggered back against the wall. He had his pants down below his knees, his cock soaked with cum and saliva still erect between his legs, his gaze shocked. - “That was…that was amazing.”

At that point I stood up and began to undress completely. The sight of my naked body, caressed by the dim light, was visibly arousing him. With slow steps, I stepped in front of him until I could take his head in my arms. My erect cock rubbed the tip of his. - “It's not like we're done.”

Guiding him, I accompanied him to the bed. We began making out again, this time naked, until he too tried to give me a blowjob. For being his first time, it wasn't a disaster. He stopped occasionally, asking me how to continue. At that point I told him to focus lower and grazed my anus. He was much better at licking than sucking. I let myself spasm as his relentless tongue passed between my legs and he watched me smugly.

He was visibly happy to see me orgasm. I was about to cum again when he stopped. He got down on his knees on the bed, standing out above me. I could almost see his hard dick throbbing. - “I have to fuck you.”

This time he was very direct. I decided to make him lie down, then opened my legs to take in his manhood. He entered without the slightest effort, as if that had always been where he belonged. I rode him for just a few minutes, but it was ecstatic. He moved his pelvis with impeccable rhythm as I felt his member slamming against the walls of my anus, filling me with waves of arousal with each stroke. I came on him, copious white spurts lingering on his hairy abdomen, totally unable to control them.

At the sight of my orgasm, his strokes became more intense. After a few seconds, he exploded inside me as well, then stopped. I collapsed on top of him and his wet chest, the droplets of sweat and semen standing firm on the curls of his hair, as his cock came wetly out of my ass. Minutes passed and neither of us had the strength to speak. It was he who broke the ice, asking me to take a shower together. Under the stream of water we remained embraced, cleaning each other gently. Then, having finally returned dry to my room, we sat on opposite sides of the bed, our backs to each other. The light was no longer dim now. The sudden change in ambience made me wonder if something had broken. Then, I felt his hand brush my back, and I turned around. Between the blankets, Sergej was naked and smiling at me, happy. I smiled back and moved closer to kiss him.

Over the next few days, we did not leave my apartment. We made love on the couch, in the shower, on the kitchen table. The bedroom was filled with the smell of our fucking, our mouths full of each other's taste. Each time better than the last, he had begun to take the initiative, to learn even better how to pleasure me. We got to know each other, in body and passions. I discovered that he liked to submit, that underneath the initial cuteness was a rather large world of kink. He even went so far as to go outside for a run just to rub his sweaty feet in my face.

I enjoyed his every decision, getting more and more ecstatic; I would have done anything for him. I then made up my mind to tell him the whole truth, that it was I who had manipulated him from the beginning, because I knew he would be grateful. He was happy that I had done it, now he was fully fulfilled by his new self.

At that point it didn't take me long to introduce him to the manipulative arts; he was fascinated and impressed, he couldn't wait to try them. So we began traveling together, looking for subjects and new people to join, some aware, some not so much. We had a shared purpose now, and we loved each other deeply. Two years later…

…And now there he is, on the beach at our resort, intent on taking a break. Although I am the main manager of the resort, Sergej is a much better chief of staff than I will ever be. The sight of his hairy sun-kissed body is always a pleasure, but I have to get him back to work.

I kiss him then inform him. - "Hey, love, the new guy has arrived for the job in the resort entertainment." - “Very good. But…why are you telling me?” - “Well, I'm dealing with some new guests, the remote control people…it's an experimental technology and I want it to go smoothly. So you won't have to take care of the front desk for the next few days. Instead, I'm asking you to train the new staff member. Also because…”

I point to the boy on the beach. I see Sergei flinch his sunglasses and look at him with that lust-filled gaze I know so well. - “…I selected him just the way you like him. I know you'll be able to tame him properly.”

He look at me and smile, before kissing me, happily.

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The Resort: The Remote

I had to find a way to get rid of Dario, or at least make him stop. We had known each other for years and I had always considered him a very good friend, but since we decided to become roommates, I was starting to find him really unbearable. His arrogant and disrespectful ways were the order of the day, and he ignored all my protests and was completely uncaring.

He frequently worked from home and spent the day with his bare feet on the coffee table in the living room, often dressed in only a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt or t-shirt depending on the season. The stench from the soles of his feet permeated the living room, but never as much as that from his room. If he was not working, he spent his time working out, either at home or at the gym. Stinky shoes scattered around, dirty towels, sweat-soaked T-shirts were piled in messy piles, making his room a repository of disgusting smells. To make matters worse, he was almost smug about spending hours in the house wearing the tank top he used to work out in, his exposed armpits giving off a deadly stench.

He only made himself look good when he had to go out with a girl, and he only tidied up when he brought one home, which in any case was not very often. It took me a few months of living with him to stop bearing his presence. If I thought back to our relationship before we became roommates, I was very upset to feel all this resentment toward him. Unfortunately, talking to him about it was useless; in addition to being rude, he was also very shrewd and intelligent, with an excellent dialectic and a great desire to always be right in a conversation.

I really didn't know what to do until a colleague of mine let me know about the resort. When she told me about it, I couldn't believe it: she had gotten rid of her narcissistic, misogynistic boyfriend by relying on the resort staff, who had manipulated and turned him into a fem-boy at the mercy of another guy, at least as virile and domineering as her boyfriend was previously. I had to admit to myself, as a homosexual, that such a hotel had enormous potential: how many times had I dreamed of being able to attract the affection of a straight guy who would instead never want me? How many times had I wanted revenge on the bullies who taunted me in high school? I immediately got the facility's contact information, eager to learn more. Over the next few weeks I exchanged several e-mails with what I discovered was the director of the resort itself; he was a genuinely helpful and kind guy, you could sense that his was not just a job, but rather a mission. Of course, the prices were quite high, but he promised me that they would certainly solve Dario's issue, not before asking me for a detailed profile of his behaviors and what I thought of them. In light of this, he said it would be best if we both came, so that I could have full power over Dario's transformation. I didn't know how to thank him: I saved as much as I could for the cheapest room and after a couple of months we were there.

It had not been difficult to convince Dario: the promise of a week in a Caribbean resort, offered by me to boot, must have seemed like a dream to him. When we showed up at the front desk, the manager came personally to greet us, having been tipped off by a beautiful, super-hot concierge. We pretended we had never spoken and he handed us, in addition to our room key, two hats. For Dario it was nothing extraordinary, he used them often, but he said he found it quite comfortable. He did not have time to finish his sentence that his eyes dropped and he went to sleep, standing up, his head lowered and his arms dangling. I realized at that moment that the manager had just used a remote control; he had pointed it at Dario and pressed the OFF button, exactly as one would do to turn off a television set. He handed it to me.

- “Here it is, the tool with which you can amuse yourself during your stay. Yours is a simple hat, while the one we gave Dario is special, it will allow you to mold his personality to your liking. From the way you described him and your relationship, I thought there might be three parameters you wanted to change.”

He pointed me to the three different controls on the controller. - “The first one you see here is respect, kindness; for now it's set to the minimum, you'll only be able to increase it. Let's say it's the basic one, given your request. But to keep you entertained, I also put these in. These are a command for intelligence, which you can only decrease, and one concerning his sexual preferences, now set to women. How about that, do you like it?”

I told him it was phenomenal and that I couldn't wait to try it. I made to press the button and turn Dario on again, but he stopped me. - “One last thing: the changes will be permanent and irreversible once you take the hat off his head, so be careful what you do.”

I looked at Dario, before turning him on. He would have been a nice guy, too, if not for his personality, so no, there was nothing to lose. I pressed the button, and he woke up as if nothing had happened. We finished signing the check-in papers and headed to the beach.

We were close together, one beach chair next to the other. I was sipping a margarita while waiting to decide what to do as I watched Dario, behind his sunglasses, admiring the few girls at the resort with a creepy, predatory gaze.

He asked me why there were so few women, then said it was clear it was a resort for fags, I had chosen it. As he laughed it off, I instantly knew what to do. Without being seen I used the remote control to raise his politeness value just a little. I seemed to see his hat light up dimly. It was a matter of seconds: he touched my shoulder and removed his sunglasses to look me in the eyes. - “Sorry bro, I really don't know what came over me. I don't mean to offend you.”

I was shocked; I couldn't believe it actually worked. I told him not to worry. We spent the afternoon talking about this and that, walking on the beach. He still looked at the beautiful girls on the bathing shore, but he didn't seem creepy doing it anymore, just genuinely attracted to their beauty. I was already satisfied; he was back in no time a valued friend. I was much more worried about me; I felt the urge to continue playing with the remote control while I still had it. With all I had paid for it, it was only right to make the most of it, right?

When we returned to the room, I let only the lamp in the hallway go on, then immediately used the remote control to turn Dario off. He remained motionless, his face with closed eyes pointed at the floor. I sat on the bed and thought about where to start. I decided after a few minutes that there was no point in playing with his sexuality, it would be too weird. I had always been irritated by that know-it-all way of his…so come on, I could see what it would be like to make a real fool of him. I turned Dario back on.

He barely had time to look me in the eye that I brought his intelligence down to a minimum, with a single gesture of my fingers. The hat on his head began to vibrate as Dario's gaze grew more confused, his eyes crossed. - “What's going on…I…”

He could not finish the sentence. His eyes became even more vacant, he seemed to lose touch with reality more and more. His tongue slowly came out of his mouth, dripping saliva on the floor. The strangest thing was that he seemed to enjoy it, as if the decrease in his IQ led to an increase in serenity. A sly smile grew plastered on his lips.

He stood like that, for a few moments that seemed endless. Finally I decided to talk to him. - “H-how do you feel, Dario?”

He moved closer to my face, his tongue always drooling, his gaze always crossed and lost in the void. - “I aaaam reaaally fiiiiine. Sssssho good.”

I realized that he had become not much more than a primate. He could speak and express himself, but he moved about the room almost unaware of his surroundings. I know I should have been more concerned about his state, but I felt only great satisfaction; now his stinking feet and stench of sweat were justified! He was practically a monkey! I couldn't stop laughing as I watched him wander around the room confused; every now and then he laughed too, trying to imitate me without wondering why I was so happy. I ordered room service; I had no intention of bringing him back to normal yet, but I couldn't have him walking around the resort in that state. I told him to get dressed and he did as he could; it was amusing to see him struggle with his tank top and shorts for a few minutes before slipping them on, now unable to behave like a human being. I was shocked, however, when against the light I noticed that he had not put on underwear and that his cock was loose in his shorts. And folks, what a cock.

It was an instant, but it was enough for me to know that between his legs Dario had a massive thing of at least 8 inches. I tried to forget this detail and for a while I succeeded, especially when I saw him binge eating using his hands directly. I took a few pictures, to keep as a souvenir and laugh about it some future time, also because it would have been too cruel to leave him in that state forever. I decided to turn him off at some point; as soon as he fell asleep, I laid him down in his bed. I couldn't help but glance at his shorts, noticing the crease of his member standing out against the fabric. How had I failed to notice, in all these months of living together? I went to bed, as well. The night was passing peacefully, when at some point I heard noises in the room. It sounded as if someone was shaking, making throaty noises. I opened my eyes and turned on the nightstand light. I was astonished to see Dario naked, kneeling on the bed, intent on staring at me as he masturbated with a dumb look on his face.

In his hands, I saw his big cock; I could also smell its strong wild odor. I hurriedly searched for the remote control; I was dismayed when I realized that I had slept on it, completely messing up Dario's values. While intelligence had remained at a minimum, kindness had lowered and…his sexual preference had switched to men. His hat had even changed color, turning pink, lighting up at regular intervals. An LED had lit up on the remote control, signaling that it had gone off. I tried to turn it off to no avail; it did not seem to command at my command. Meanwhile, Dario was continuing to masturbate wildly, the intense smell of his pubes increasingly permeating the room. The phone rang. I hurried to answer it in a panic: it was the director's voice. - “We understand that the device has crashed. Are you all right?” - “No, not at all! I can't control it anymore, Dario is here in front of me and he's touching himself like an animal in heat, or something! I…”

I could almost hear the director smiling on the other side of the receiver. His voice remained calm. - “Unfortunately, in these cases you just have to wait for the subject to calm down. Let him vent, help him if necessary. In fact, given the subject we're talking about, I'm sure he won't mind … giving him a hand.”

He hung up. I stayed for a few seconds with the phone attached to my ear, hoping I had misunderstood. Then I decided to do something. I threw myself on Dario, trying to put his tank top back on, struggling with him as he tried to push me off and away to keep touching himself, growling like an ape. The more I was in contact with him, however, the more I felt the excitement growing in me. Within a couple of minutes I found myself lying on the floor, after he had pushed me off the bed, his body straddling me, his tank top barely tucked in and, lying on my chest, his gigantic dick. I was no longer able to restrain myself. With one hand I took his penis and began to masturbate it, gently, unhurriedly.

He smiled blissfully, still with his tongue exposed, as he ran his hands over his hairy chest, touching his nipples and emitting moans. It was very brief, clearly he was already stimulated properly. Dario's cock emitted a tremor and an abnormal amount of cum fell on my chest, splashing my face and hair, even ending up on the floor, staining the carpet. He let out one last gasp as he held onto his bed with one arm.

I saw him collapse shortly after, his hat returning to the blue color it had previously been. Shaking and panting, I freed myself from his grip and headed for the bathroom to wash up. To recap, I had just given Dario a hand job. Dario had a huge cock. Dario was attracted to men, to me. All this was making my head spin. With what little strength I had left, I went back into the room, put him back together and turned him off with the remote control, bringing his intellect value back to normal and turning up the politeness again. I heard him snoring and I shortly afterward collapsed as well, completely forgetting to switch his sexual preference. Perhaps it had been my unconscious preventing me from doing so, I will never know.

All I know is that the next day, when I woke up, Dario was no longer in his bed. At first I was frightened, but then I heard noises coming from the bathroom and I calmed down. He was taking way too long though, no matter what he was doing. After about twenty minutes I went to knock, only to be told to come in. Stunned by the request, I opened the door. Dario was in the hot tub. He was in the same position he used at home, when he worked in the living room. His feet this time protruded over the edge of the jacuzzi. His eyes looked at me sensually. - “Man, would you like to come in?”

I told him I was going to get my bathing suit, but he said there was no need. I swallowed, feeling a grip on my stomach. Timidly, I walked over to the tub, undressed, and got in as well. - “I remember very well what you did last night.” - “Dario, I…sorry I didn't mean to touch you I swear it was -”

He stopped me by placing a finger on my lips. - “It was wonderful. I intend to return the favor.”

I felt him take my cock underwater with one hand. It hardened in seconds as his lips moved closer to mine. We kissed passionately, gently entwining our tongues. I could feel the hairs of his wet beard scratching my face as I tried not to let out too many high-pitched moans. A couple of minutes and I came, without the slightest control. I saw the jets of my semen get lost in the jacuzzi water, as he satisfied stopped kissing me and suggested we take a shower together.

Under the jet of water, we continued to look into each other's eyes and kiss, while I also felt the pungent smell of his armpits, which I once found disgusting and instead now attracted me like a magnet. We dried ourselves always tight and close, then went back into the room. Only then did I notice that the hat was no longer on his head. How had I not noticed it before, we had even showered…so now, was Dario going to stay like that? Kind, smart, and gay. And attracted to me, as was self-evident. I wished I had more time to think, but Dario wouldn't let me have any. He dragged me to his bed, naked, and stood with his back to the wall, legs spread and armpits in view. I could admire him in all his beauty. How had I not realized this before? I liked him, I absolutely liked him. All that resentment was only because I couldn't have him, because he behaved badly, but deep down…deep down I had a crush. He looked at me with seductive eyes. - “Do you want to go for round two?”

I pounced on his penis, first with my hands and then with my mouth. To feel his gigantic cock between my lips, the salty taste of it, the wild smell of his bush when I slammed my nose on it, was a dream I didn't know I wanted to realize. He had been lying there, never taking his eyes off me, lusting after me with a possessive, horny gaze, getting closer and closer to coming.

When I felt the same tremor as the night before, I stopped. He looked at me oddly. - “I was about to cum…why…” - “Do me a favor, put your hat on.” - “Alright, if you like it…you have a strange kink man…”

He said it smiling, he was still happy and satisfied, almost curious. As soon as he put it on, I grabbed the remote control and turned him off, then turned the kindness down to low and turned him back on. When he looked at me, he had a sparkle in his eyes that made me feel like prey before the hunter. He turned his hat around and took me again, with a speed I didn't know he could have, and slammed his cock into my mouth, forcing me to suck it without restraint.

He exploded after half a minute, still glaring at me. My mouth dripped his salty cum onto the sheets, my breath smelling only the masculine odor of his crotch. Just enough time to catch his breath and he threw me to the floor. I almost hurt, despite the carpeting. He came closer as I tried to get up. He stood on all fours and, just with a stare, put me back in my place. As I slumped back on the floor, he touched his cock, as horny as an animal in heat.

He said nothing, but opened my legs and penetrated me. We fucked on the floor, emitting primate moans as he pounded me with his huge cock, driving it in and out of my asshole with a wild frenzy. I had never experienced so much pleasure in my life. I did not remember how long he lasted, but when he finally came inside me, I was aware that our friendship had become something more, permanently. We spent the rest of the day cuddling and humping in the blankets, without the slightest interest in the resort and its beaches. We just wanted to get to know each other deeply, inside and out, as if we had to make up for all the time we had lost. I watched him smile at me, exhausted, and I finally felt at home.

- "…and that's it, I can only be very glad of the service. I've put kindness at its highest value now, but I must admit that it was…fun to experiment in this week. But tell me, so you had already figured out that I liked Dario?”

The manager looked at me and gave me a smile. - “I'm good at reading people. After a few messages it was obvious to me that you were just lying to yourself. That said, I'm very happy for you…for both of you.”

Dario had joined me with our luggage. He smelled of aftershave and wore a black shirt from which the fine red hairs of his chest were visible. He leaned in and kissed me tenderly.

- “I think we are ready to go, love.” I nodded, then reached for my suitcase and held his hand. I smiled one last time at the manager and we walked out of the lobby, ready to return to our home, to our new love nest.

[hypno-thick]

The Resort Backstory: The Gardener

This story is set several years before the resort opened, when its owner was still unaware of his hypnotic abilities and the dream of opening a resort to change the lives of its guests was still far from being realized.

The summer of my twenties was extremely hot. I had returned home from college for summer break with the idea of spending a couple of months having fun, but the muggy weather took all the joy out of the days. There was nothing one could do but leave for a vacation, or hole up at home or at the mall to enjoy the air conditioning. My studies in psychology were proceeding well; I had discovered a few years earlier a tome in the attic, passed down a few generations in my family and branded by my father as quackery. It talked about hypnotism and mental manipulation and described almost esoteric rituals. It was all so fascinating, but I had never had much satisfaction with it, apart from a few mentalist tricks proposed to friends during my teenage years. So my greatest desire had become with time to be able to give scientific value to that book, cross-referencing it with the latest in psychology. Given the sweltering heat, I decided that I would finally find some answers that summer. I had not considered Ben.

My parents had hired him a few months ago; he was our gardener and handyman. My father would work all day in his office in town or hang out at the golf club, my mother would at best manage to sweep and cook, but then spend the rest of the day with her friends. Ben diligently tended the garden and maintained the house; he was really good at his job -- at least as unbearable as his manners were. A true alpha man, you might say, big beer drinker, motor enthusiast, frequenter of gyms and night clubs. He was arrogant, swaggering, and wasted no opportunity to make me feel like a loser. I was not the type to hide my homosexuality, but he never failed to call me a fag, a sissy, always when my parents were not around. He acted like a bully, even though he was more than 10 years older than me. I had often talked to my parents about it, but they downplayed the situation by saying that he was a slob and that it was useless to explain good manners to him. I decided that I had to take action on my own.

Aware that my parents would be leaving soon for a month and a half vacation abroad and that I would be alone with Ben, I finally tried to practice one of the rituals described in the book. It consisted of taking a bracelet, blessing it with incense and herbs and wearing it to appear friendly to anyone. I had no idea how to get certain elements, so I sharpened my wits; surely Ben was an inveterate heterosexual, I distinctly remembered his winking looks at my mother's friends when they came to visit. I bought a female pheromone spray and sprayed it on a rubber bracelet, practicing the described ritual with precision and care; the smell was repulsive to me, but I soon got used to it and never noticed it again. I was sure it would work; he would definitely find me less detestable.

On the day my parents left, I put on the bracelet and headed to the living room to watch TV. It wasn't long before I saw Ben walk in; he was sweaty as hell, shirtless and with two big boots on his feet. He gave off the strongest smell; it was impossible for me not to notice him. I had never seen him without a shirt on; I had to admit that he was working hard, he had a sculpted physique, two big pecs covered with dripping hair, a dark line starting from them, passing over his belly button and going down. I had to admit to myself that he was indeed attractive, despite his gaze lost in emptiness … and his dangling arms. I noticed only then that he was looking at me, his mouth half-open, his body motionless. Stunned by his behavior, I asked him if he needed anything. Upon hearing my words, it was as if he suddenly woke up. He looked at me, his face turned red, and went out again, saying that he didn't need and was just lost in thought.

That was not the last of the changes that took place over the next few days. After that first reaction of his, I noticed that he tried to avoid me. He turned away from me as soon as he saw me, struggled to address me, and no longer walked around without a shirt off. He seemed almost embarrassed. I asked no further questions; surely the bracelet had had some effect, he no longer bothered me. Pleased with this victory, it made me much more serene. After a couple of days, however, as I was walking around the house, I found him in front of me. He told me that he had finished with his work for the day and would be back the next day. Then, in a strangely hesitant voice, he asked me: - “By the way…what do you think? Am I trained enough?”

In asking me this he had raised his arms and inflated his biceps. Not knowing what to say, I felt my face blush. What kind of question was that? Awkwardly, I tried to comply, partly because he kept looking at me with eyes eager for an answer.

- “Y-y-you look… really fit, sure.”

I tried hard to sound spontaneous. His eyes sparkled, his mouth opened in a big smile. I didn't have time to move away that he pulled me into a hug, lifting me a few inches off the ground. The suffocating grip in which he enveloped me left no doubt, he was certainly trained. He let go of me and after a few moments turned red in the face again, embarrassed. As I caught my breath, he told me that he was sorry and that he did not want to hurt me. I told him not to worry and saw him leave smiling, though a little confused. From that moment, his approach toward me changed again. Without neglecting his work, he tried in every possible way to talk to me during the day. He even went so far as to ask me if I needed a ride when I told him I was meeting with friends. It all seemed so strange to me, but I didn't hide from myself how nice it was to have him at my disposal, partly because I found him more attractive with each passing day. One afternoon, he appeared in front of me, again to tell me that he was done with work for the day.

He was wearing a black tank top drenched in sweat, his muscles on display as the masculine smell of his armpits wafted through the air. Always wavering, he asked if I would like to have dinner with him, eat pizza and have a beer in front of the TV. Never did I think he would be interested in spending free time with me. It wasn't exactly my idea of an evening, but something was beginning to attract me to him, so I didn't hesitate to agree; in fact, I proposed that he stop directly at my house.

So it was that we found ourselves on the couch, empty pizza boxes on the table, a beer in our hands. He had turned on the TV to the sports channel and was trying to talk to me about things I didn't know at all. He also said he felt a lot of mugginess, so he preferred to remain shirtless--and who was I to deny him that. I had suggested that he take a shower before dinner and he had agreed, thanking me; he was now exuding a strong smell of bubble bath, but there was always a musky note in the background.

While he was in the bathroom, I had taken off my bracelet. I wanted to see if I was also becoming a victim of my own manipulation, but I quickly realized that I was not: even away from the object, I continued to find Ben decidedly attractive. I accepted this, thinking that surely spending time with him would give me pleasant situations to fantasize about in the privacy of my room. And indeed, now that we were a few inches apart, sitting on the same couch, I couldn't help but be aroused. The thing I most wanted, however, was answers, so, without warning, I took off my bracelet. After a few moments, his friendly face disappeared and, as if waking from a strange dream, he looked at me arrogantly. - “Well, then again, you certainly don't mean these things, they're certainly not faggot things.”

As soon as I heard that word, I put the bracelet back on. His face softened in an instant; he immediately apologized. I told him it was no problem and that I would go get another beer. He watched me walk toward the kitchen, a big smile on his lips. I decided it was time for the coup de grace. Before going back into the living room, I rubbed the wristband on the neck of the bottle of beer I was going to give him and, once I got to the couch, I handed it to him as he had his back to me, intent on watching TV, running my wrist right in front of his face. I couldn't help but notice how he inhaled the smell of the bracelet, his eyes closed, his face satisfied. I sat back down on the couch, much closer to him. I watched him drink the beer, in increasingly intense sips, as if it was addictive for him to rest his lips on the bottle. He finished it and put it on the table, then looked at me. His eyes were watery, his mouth letting go droplets of beer on the couch. His face came closer and closer to mine, one of his arms was about to encircle my shoulders. Finally, he kissed me, a single instant, on the lips. I felt the warmth of his face, but it was short-lived. Shocked and shaken, I saw him pull away and look at me red-faced. He began to apologize, to say he was sorry, as he gathered his things. It was so fast that I had no time to react. As he closed the door behind him, I realized that I didn't even have his number. All I could do was wait until the next day, if he ever showed up. I threw myself back onto the couch, brushing my lips with my fingers. I had enjoyed it so much, maybe too much. I could still smell him hovering in the living room. I took off my pants and masturbated wildly, thinking about the handsome hunk I just kissed.

The next day Ben did not show up, nor did he the next day. I thought perhaps I should contact my parents, having no idea of the terms of their contract with him, but I decided to wait. I kept thinking about him, trying to restrain myself as much as I could from touching myself, often failing. What had happened had been incredible; I had managed to manipulate him, finally proving the usefulness of that tome and my studies. And I had also taken pleasure from it, being kissed by such a hot stud. It was not my first kiss, but I had never been with a man older than me and so masculine. I decided to go out and call friends to celebrate, even though they would be oblivious to the reasons for my overflowing happiness. But it was a really good time and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

Ben did not show up for a week. It was now a month before my parents returned, and reluctantly I had no more excuses. I would necessarily have to call them and tell them that he was not showing up for work, without going into details. I was going downstairs to have breakfast when, looking out the window, I noticed Ben's motorcycle parked in front of the house. I smiled and ran down the stairs, but froze halfway through, surprised and shocked. Ben stood there in the living room, looking at me with eyes burning with desire. He was shirtless, sweaty, and soaked in musky scent.

But the thing that drove me wild with excitement was the flap of his pants open, the sight of his bush, the sight of the base of his cock. We looked at each other for a few seconds as he gasped. It was obvious why he had come back. Slowly, I finished descending the stairs and moved closer to him, until I was inches from his body. Continuing to look into his eyes, I ran a hand over his hairy pecs, losing myself in his warmth and masculine scent. I collected the sweat with my fingers, then ran them over my lips. Feeling his salty taste, I wrapped my arms around his neck. - “You waited too long to come back.” - “I…I…I'm not gay, but…” - “But?” - “But…I can't stop thinking about you. I…I have to fuck you.”

I moved closer to his ear. - “Then I'm yours, take me.”

It was a matter of seconds. Our tongues intertwined, drawn together like magnets, as he lifted me up. I was clasped with arms and legs to his body as he carried me around the living room. He threw me against a wall, then onto the sofa, standing first on top of me then under. We kissed a lot, greedily, as if to make up for the whole week he hadn't shown up. I noticed that he was getting more and more self-conscious, although his arousal was more than evident. The fly of his jeans was still noticeably open, I could see the outline of his erect dick beyond the fabric. I made the first move again. I told him to get up and got down on my knees in front of him. He had already understood, his gaze yearning for what I was about to do. I pulled down his underpants and saw him remain in his underwear. At that point I stuck out my tongue and gasped, like a little dog, waiting.

Without my having time to notice, his underwear was on the floor and I had my face pressed against the base of his shaft. I lost my breath; he had my head pinned down with his hands as the taste of his massive 8-inch penis permeated my mouth, his cock head brushing against my uvula. I regulated the breath with my nose, properly inhaling the musky smell of his hairy and sweaty bush. My hard cock in my underwear was beginning to drip. He began to move my head back and forth, then I pushed him sitting on the couch with my hands and released myself from his grip, continuing to satisfy him with my mouth and hands. He was enjoying unrestrainedly, letting loose verses of satisfaction, his eyes half-closed and his back sunk on the couch. I watched him with lust-filled eyes, seeking eye contact, slamming his cock head on my tongue and cheeks. Just as I was about to take his dick in my mouth again, he came violently. My face was covered with his cum, my eyes, my nose. His jizz dripped onto the floor from my face as I continued to watch him, waiting for his reaction. He opened his eyes again and pulled himself up, just enough to look down at me as I stood on all fours on the floor.

- “That's…that was the best blowjob of my life.”

I smiled smugly. From that moment on, we spent the day naked, never parting. I did not let him immediately penetrate me, although I wanted his penis inside me more and more with each passing second, even though it would be the first time for me. I had to wait and see the limits of the situation that had been created, although I soon discovered that they were few. Ben was indeed an alpha male; however subjugated to my manipulation, after the blowjob he showed himself to be dominant throughout. And I allowed myself to be dominated with pleasure by such a sexy hunk. Feeling myself his property excited me deeply. After making out some more, he sat down and decided to put his right foot in my face, ordering me to smell them and lick his big toe.

I let the intrusive stench permeate my senses, emitting moans as I sucked his big toe as if it were the cock that had just broken through my throat. He touched himself, aroused, continuing to do so even as he asked me to lick his armpits, an order he didn't have to repeat twice, so much had I become a slave to his pungent, masculine smell.

In the meantime my panties were filling with cum, I was cumming profusely even without touching myself, in the grip of an arousal I had never experienced in my life. I ended up sucking his cock again, this time swallowing all his salty cum without dropping a drop. Once we were done, we realized that we were exhausted and that I hadn't even eaten breakfast. He got nice and decided to make lunch for both of us, still in his underwear, while I went to undress too and get cleaned up.

Finished eating, we lay still on the couch, full and happy, entwined with each other's bodies. I don't know how long I lay there pleasuring myself to his body so close to mine, smelling his musky fragrance, but I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, I couldn't believe I was still there, with him. I don't know if he had fallen asleep, but he was looking at me with primal desire, and I knew the time had come. I tried to anticipate him. - “It's…it's my first time, no man has ever fucked me.”

I hoped his gaze would be filled with thoughtfulness, but it was not: on the contrary, his arousal visibly increased, his breathing quickened. He picked me up firmly in his arms and carried me up the stairs, toward my room, then threw me on the bed. He stayed a few seconds looking at me, as if he couldn't make up his mind, as if struggling within himself.

Finally, he spread my legs and rested his head on my ass. I screamed with pleasure at the exact moment the tip of his tongue touched the entrance to my anus, beginning to creep inside me. His lips were attached like suction cups to my perineum as he sought me out with his gaze. I indulged in his rimming as my cock dripped. Then, just as I was one step away from cumming again, he stopped and looked into my eyes again. He took his erect cock in his hands and began grazing my anus with the tip of his shaft. Once, twice,…on the third time he entered.

Pain joined pleasure as I screamed, I was filled with immense heat as I felt the walls of my anus dilate to make room for his immense rod. He went slowly, carefully, as his pelvis rhythmically hammered his cock into my ass. I quickly got used to it, the surreal situation aroused me beyond belief and I wanted more and more. I slowly realized that Ben, the gardener, our handyman was naked, in my room and fucking me-and it was all real. I gripped my buttocks, provoking him and inciting him to go faster. He grabbed me by the hips until he erupted inside me.

The heat of his jets of cum pervaded me as I felt his breathing relax and his cock drip out of my ass. He looked at me smugly for a moment longer, then collapsed on top of me, sweaty and frazzled.

Thus began the most incredible month of my life. Ben moved in with me; we slept together and spent the day fucking, trying different positions, indulging in various perversions and kinks. I would never let go of the bracelet, in order not to risk bringing the dream down like a house of cards.

Every now and then he would proceed to fix up the house and garden as he should, and I would take the opportunity to delve into the tome and my manipulation skills. I began to be persuaded by the idea that I could change people's lives, either to help them or to satisfy my own whims. I was still far from the idea of starting a resort where I could transform and manipulate clients, but meeting Ben was the spark that set everything off. When I returned to college at the end of that month and got rid of the bracelet, we both went back to our lives as if nothing had happened. But I will never forget him, my first subject. I still feel a thrill of pleasure and nostalgia when I imagine him, coming down the stairs in the morning, walking into the kitchen and looking at me horny, his gaze watery, his mouth panting, his hand tucked into his underwear ready to pull out his cock, and me ready to obey him and satisfy him like a good little bitch.

[hypno-thick]

The Resort: Lucky Men

The leaves of the palm trees were moving lulled by the gentle breeze coming from the sea. I couldn't get any better than this. I was still struggling to believe the circumstances that had brought me here. My girlfriend had never been a woman obedient to her man. It had taken time to convince her to give up her job, her friends and her former life. But it was only fair, now that she was my girlfriend she had to think only of me, she had to serve and revere me, make me dinner, clean the house and, in the future, take care of our children. There were those who criticized me for this behavior, even some of my friends -- clearly weak half-men. However, I was surprised when with her last savings my girlfriend decided to give me this week alone at an exclusive resort. I did not make her so devoted, she seemed so happy when I packed my bags. I was such a lucky man.

The resort is amazing: an endless beach, dozens of pools, rivers of booze and beautiful people, a staff ready to cater to every need. The only thing that puzzled me was their check-in procedure: they filled me with personal questions, a kind of psychological test. They say it's to ensure the best service from the staff, and who am I to say otherwise, it's divine here. Apparently for the test result I was a match for a guy who had just arrived, a certain named Blas. It was up to the staff to introduce us, although it was not mandatory that we then spend time together. But they were right, Blas was indeed a great guy.

We immediately started drinking to a beer on the pool loungers, talking about cars, sports, women. I found out that he was there because his girlfriend had cheated on him and he had had a horrible time after they broke up; he had lost confidence in himself. I promised him that I would help him meet a girl during that week. He thanked me with a huge smile. Soon after, we slipped into a jacuzzi as the sun set, still intent on talking about more or less. I don't know for what reason, but at some point my gaze landed on his chest. It was full of long black hair, a real man's chest like mine. Something moved in my costume as the thought of brushing it with my fingers passed through my mind in a single instant.

I shook my head and turned around, feeling a strange awkwardness light up on my face. Blas asked me if everything was all right, I told him yes, that it was jet lag. He said that he was also feeling quite tired. The next day he planned to go to see a natural waterfall nearby the resort, he asked if I wanted to accompany him. I agreed, we exchanged phone numbers and said goodbye, and then headed to our rooms and went to sleep.

The next day, when I woke up, I noticed something strange. My usually hairy and muscular chest seemed much smoother and softer. Maybe it was just an effect of relaxation and the hot tub, but I didn't ask myself any further questions. There was only one thought in my head, which had already been haunting me since the previous evening. I really really wanted to spend time with Blas. I left my room and went to have breakfast. In the restaurant hall I moved among the tables, looking for him with my eyes, when my cell phone rang. It was a message from him: - “Hey bro, I'm on my way. Save me a seat next to you for breakfast!”

He also sent me a picture, completely unnecessary.

He was leaning toward the phone in what must have been the small kitchen of his suite. His beard looked much thicker to me than the day before, and the hair coming out of his tank top even darker. But most of all, the picture made me suddenly feel better, unexpectedly. I flashed a huge smile when he came to the table; I saw him smile back. We ate and then turned to the front desk to rent a car and go to the waterfall. To our surprise, we discovered that everything was already included in our package; we couldn't have been luckier. He offered to drive, saying he had studied the route the night before on his phone. While he was behind the wheel, I couldn't help but cast fleeting glances at his chest and legs. Even those seemed much hairier than the day before. Without my being aware of it, my hand brushed against his leg. I felt the hairs friction on my fingertips, and for a brief moment a chill ran down my spine, I felt an intense rush of pleasure. - “What are you doing?”

Blas was looking at me as the car stopped; we had arrived. His gaze was not angry; he seemed almost intrigued. Stuttering, I told him that I hadn't done it on purpose, that it had been an accident. No problem man, he told me. We got out of the car and he led the way to the waterfall. A pristine natural oasis surrounded us, tropical birds flew through the foliage of the trees, and the water of the falls beat on the rocks throwing splashes everywhere. It was very cold, but that was no problem for Blas. He took off his tank top and jumped under the waterfall water, while I was still reluctant to join him. He was encouraging me to dive in, moving his arms.

I looked at him and stood lost, not understanding why. I looked at his face, his masculine beard, his magnetic eyes. He looked even more toned than the day before, his pectorals furrowed by water-soaked hairs were mesmerizing, as was the dark line leading to his barely defined six-pack. Entranced by this vision, I too remained in my costume and then joined him as I saw him flash a smile that gave me butterflies in my stomach. I did not notice my erect cock in the costume at all.

By the time we got back to the resort, we were not tired at all. There was something electric in the air and, despite our trip, we still felt like spending time together. We decided to go dancing after dinner at the beach disco. I don't know how much we drank and how much we danced, but it was a wonderful night. We weren't even interested in looking at the beautiful girls who walked by us, although I did see Blas indulge in a few interested looks. I only had eyes for him, for his chest dense with hair coming out of his white shirt, attracted like a moth to the scent of his cologne.

I was bewitched by his manner, entirely new compared to the shy sad boy of the previous day. As we danced I brushed against his hands more than a few times, always feeling a new excitement. That night I fell asleep with a giant smile on my face, his smell still in my nostrils.

I got up early the next day, with every intention of spending a day with Blas, my heart pounding at the thought. I did not notice how on my chest now there was no trace of any hair, how even my beard had disappeared. I didn't even notice how my package had shrunk, how my penis was beginning to shrink in size. I had only Blas on my mind. I waited for him for breakfast, but he did not show up. I wrote to him, thinking something had happened. He answered me after a short time. - “Hey, I have a crazy headache this morning, I had room service brought in. Do you want to come over?”

The message was always followed by a picture.

His smirk was so tender, but that wasn't what captivated me. It was always his chest, his armpit in view, his pants unbuttoned. I sensed the smell of his cologne entering my nose as if Blas was there. After a few minutes I was knocking on his door. He opened it after a couple of seconds. As soon as I saw him, a wave of smell swept over me. It was a masculine aroma of musk and aftershave, coming from his body. He leaned against the doorframe, his face tired, earphones in his ears. - “Hey man, you've arrived so. Sorry but I was still eating breakfast while playing video games. Care to join?”

I didn't even answer yes; I merely nodded my head in agreement. I was completely lost in the scent that was permeating the suite, its smell masculine and magnetic. He led me to his couch, where I saw a joystick and a quantity of food and drink that was definitely not just for him. There was also the pitcher of a strange purple drink. A label said it was a non-alcoholic extract of tropical fruits, good for managing hangovers. He had already had some and told me it wasn't bad. He poured me some, too, and we drank, ate, half-lying on the couch. I watched him occasionally get lost in his video game, gazing at his masculine body slumped against the backrest, covered only by a pair of shorts.

There must have been something strange about that non-alcoholic drink, we were laughing too much, we were too uninhibited, getting closer and closer to each other. I hadn't even noticed that I had taken off my tank top too and was shirtless as well. Then, we both collapsed.

Upon awakening, my face was on his chest, cradled by the sway of his breath. My nose was caressed by his black hairs, soaked with the aroma of his cologne. He had one arm resting behind his head, his peaceful face sleeping. His hairy armpit, fully exposed, was shedding the same scent, but more intense, hormonal, masculine. I felt in total ecstasy. Then, all of a sudden, I had a flash of clarity. What was I doing? I had just slept with a boy, tight to his body … and I had enjoyed it! It couldn't be true. I rushed into the bathroom to wash my face, but when I saw myself in the mirror I took a step back and almost slipped on the floor. The person in the reflection was no longer me. Every hair on my body was gone, chest, armpits, legs, beard. My chest and ass were firm, almost swollen, while every other trace of muscle had left my body. I looked down into my costume to find that my penis had almost completely disappeared. My cock was erect, but it measured less than about three inches, my testicles tiny. If it weren't for the absence of boobs and a vagina, I wouldn't have been much different from a girl with short hair. Someone at that moment knocked on the door of the suite. Still shocked I went to open it, not thinking that that was not my room. There was not a soul in the hallway, only a package…a package for me. I opened it, finding inside a crop top and a short skirt, along with a note. I started to read with shaky hands. It was from…my girlfriend!

“By the time you read these words, I imagine the treatment will have been successful. Enjoy your new femboy body. You always thought a good girl needed a real man beside her. I hope you have already found a daddy to serve and revere.”

A huge anger mounted inside me. She had taken revenge in this awful way, without me suspecting it in the slightest. I reentered Blas's suite with the package, furious, ready to show him the message and make him understand the situation. But then I found him shirtless on the couch, awakened by the noise I had caused. He was looking at me with watery eyes, his mouth half-open. The note I wanted to show him fell from my hands, my now small penis raised erect without even showing the relief on my costume. Blas's languid gaze ate at me.

- “Come here, babe.”

I approached with slow steps, my heart beating wildly. I slowly lay down on the couch as he too stretched out his arms. Our lips touched, and in that moment I understood what it meant to be kissed in a manly way. Blas was the only thing that existed, holding me with an all-pervasive passion. The hairs of his beard scratched my face as our tongues entwined, our hands frantically brushing against each other's bodies. He was a real man and I felt an ecstasy I had never felt at the mere thought of being his, of touching his muscles, his hair, of breathing in his manly scent. But the greatest desire, though still complicated to accept, was the pervasive desire to feel his manhood, to touch his cock. I vaguely sensed it under his shorts as we made out, but part of me still seemed to resist the idea. We broke away sweaty, both of us lost and watery-eyed. He kept looking at me as he got up, heading for the bathroom. -“I need to take a shower before we continue. You be a good girl and clean the living room and wait for me.”

He had just ordered me to clean, as if I were a servant, or a slave. For a small moment something told me it was wrong, but then I took it all back. I saw him take off his shorts and remain in his underwear, showing me the outline of his crotch.

He undoubtedly had a huge dick. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine at the thought that he would be mine. I set about cleaning him without delay, doing a perfect job, until I heard that he had come out of the shower. In curiosity I peeked into the bathroom. Blas was looking at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles, wrapped only in a towel. When he saw me he turned around.

- “See, you're lucky to have such a strong daddy.”

A trickle of saliva came out of my mouth as I stared at him dumbfounded, unable to say a single word. He sat on the toilet, the towel covering him only over his pubis. My gaze was lost on his hairy body, so sexy and magnetic.

I fell on all fours, approaching him like a dog, drooling on the floor. He grabbed my chin with one hand and lifted my face, to look straight at me. - “You are such a horny bitch.”

He stood up, keeping his crotch covered. I stood up too, but he grabbed my shoulder, the grip of his hand pushing me down.

- “I didn't tell you to get up, you little bitch. You will follow me into the room walking like the little whore you are.”

I didn't resist. My knees touched the cold floor as I followed him on all fours, his hairy ass swaying, his pubes still hidden from my view. He lay down on the bed while I waited for him to give me permission to join him. He looked at me satisfied. - “I see you have already learned your place. If you will be an obedient and servant slut, you will get everything you want. And that's what you want, right?”

At that moment he took off his towel. His cock was massive. Eight inches of manhood stood out against a pubis full of thick black hair, majestic, with two large testicles underneath. There was no doubt in my mind that it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The masculine smell, faint after his shower, came back on an even more exciting note. I had extracted my tongue, drooling on the floor waiting for him to give me the green light to get on the bed. - “Come and get it, you little bitch.”

Within seconds my mouth was already on his cock. The salty taste of his penis was exhilarating, with each pass of my lips and tongue making me more addicted. I could feel my little dick getting wet as his was getting harder and harder. The more I sucked him, the more the feeling solidified in me that that was where he was supposed to be. There was no more room for anything else in my world; I had to serve him with every fiber of my body. Lost in these thoughts, I did not notice his near-orgasmic look, his hand above my head and his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

He pulled away before he came and violently picked me up and turned me over on the bed, removing my underwear. What was left of my penis was still dripping. - “You're really good at sucking cocks, I can tell that's where you belong. Now we have to finish.”

He moved his face closer to my ass and began to lick it. His rimming made me scream with pleasure, high notes I didn't think I could reach, as the tip of his tongue crept into my anus, opening it to penetration. When he stopped, he raised his torso and grabbed my feet, holding my legs wide open. His cock was there, huge, ready to penetrate me. I realized at that moment what was happening. As if waking from a nightmare, I drew back and got out of his grip as best I could, trying to get out of bed. I had to get away, I was going to get fucked by a man, it couldn't happen, I didn't…I didn't make it in time. Blas managed to grab me. I fell to the ground, protecting myself with my arms as his hand gripped my ankle. We were both naked on the floor. - “Where do you think you're going? You're mine now.”

He was right. His gaze was impossible to resist, I felt my anus reopen on its own, finally ready to receive him. My face became aroused again, my tongue drawn out and drooling. He looked at me smugly. - “If you wanted to mate on the floor like two dogs in heat, all you had to do was say so.”

Then he entered. Every thought of my previous life lost meaning. With each movement of his pelvis, with each stroke of his huge cock on my prostate, a memory disappeared. The girls, the cars, the sports. Nothing had ever existed. There had only ever been an irrepressible craving for cock, for hairy men, for real daddies who knew how to make me cum, who knew how to make me feel like their little girl whore. And finally I had met one.

…FIVE DAYS AFTER…

My daddy had taken me out to dinner. He had chosen the most exclusive restaurant in the resort, the one by the sea. After all, it was our last night and it needed to be made special. Tomorrow I could have gone back with him, doing chores and waiting for him at home, like a good little girl. I had also dressed properly, I had found a gorgeous crop top and skirt in a package in the living room, I don't know who had left them. But my daddy was glad to see them on me, he said I was very hot.

We had sat at the table and he had ordered sangria. The hair on his chest was sticking out of his shirt manfully, turning me on like crazy. As I admired him, he was watching me with his gaze. He looked at me as if I were his own stuff, and I enjoyed it immensely. He took the glass for a toast. - “I am truly a lucky man, babe. These days have been the best of my life.”

He set the glass back down. I felt under the table one of his legs brush against me. - “I know it's not possible, but I swear when we get back to the room, I'm going to fuck you until you get pregnant.”

I felt the walls of my anus spontaneously relax. I couldn't wait for him to do it.

[misctf]

Trouble at the Bachelor Party

“Dude! This is sick!”

“Bro, you’re telling me.” Liam replied, as him and his two friends explored the penthouse.

It was fully decked out. A massive flatscreen in the living room, a fully stocked bar, a beautiful view of the beach. It was everything Liam could’ve wanted. Initially, when his soon to be father-in-law offered his penthouse for the bachelor party, Liam was shocked. Mr. Reynolds often used phrases like “irresponsible”, “waste of time”, and “not good enough for my daughter” when talking about Liam. And he wasn’t afraid to let Liam know too.

“Dude! There’s a flatscreen in each bedroom too!” Chris shouted from down the hall, “Fuck, you were right. This guy’s loaded!”

It was true. Liam was marrying the heiress of a massive tech company. And Mr. Reynonds was certainly loaded. But despite his reassurances that he loved Susie, not their money, the older man viewed him suspiciously. Liam came from a pretty humble background and the world of upper class living wasn’t something he was used to. But perhaps letting them use his penthouse was Mr. Reynolds’s way of showing acceptance.

“Okay boys.” Liam said, “We have a few days here. Let’s make ‘em count.” He tossed Jeremy and Chris each a beer. After a quick toast to what was going to be the most incredible bachelor party on Earth, they downed their beers.

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“Lookin’ good.” Liam chuckled as he inspected himself in the mirror, “Can’t believe you’re actually getting hitched.” He flexed his bicep, “Sorry ladies, I’m off the market. Oof, I’ll have to practice that line a bit.” He grinned.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Jeremy sipping a beer on the couch. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. His dark brown hair was well styled, and his face clean shaven. He had that bo-next- door look that caused the ladies to swoon.

“Yo Jeremy, what’s up?”

“Not much, just texting Sarah.” He replied, “I forgot to let her know I got here safe and she’s pissed.”

“Oh shit dude.” Liam patted his friend on the back, “I feel for you.” Sarah could be scary when she was angry, but otherwise she was a solid 10. Liam looked forward to the day Jeremy proposed.

“All good.” Jeremy sighed, “Where the fuck is Chris?” Liam shrugged, “He kept me up all fucking night. Fucker must’ve been horny. I’ve never heard anyone moan so loud in my life.”

“Not even Sarah?” Jeremy didn’t seem amused.

“Seriously, we need to get him a girlfriend or something.”

Liam chuckled, “I guess I slept through it.”

“Lucky you.” The door to Chris's room suddenly opened and both men turned.

“Hey boys, sorry to keep you waiting!” The sing songy voice threw them both off, and Liam’s jaw dropped when he saw Chris. His muscles were proudly on display as always. But it was the tight speedo showing off his impressive bulge that shocked him, “Oh, is something wrong?” His voice carried a breathy sultriness, which was unusual for their bro.  

“Dude, I’m not one to judge, but don’t you think that’s a bit risqué?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow, “What would Jesus say?” It was well known Chris was religious. In fact, Liam and Chris had met at their college’s church.

Chris shrugged and ran a hand through his curly light brown hair, “Oh this? You like?” He grinned and did a quick pose, “Come on boys, we’re burning daylight!” He said, sauntering towards the door.

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The walk to the beach was uncomfortable. Chris walked ahead of his two buddies at an unusually fast pace, his firm ass jiggling with each step. Liam didn’t even know where to begin. What the fuck had gotten into Chris? Usually they’d have to drag him to parties and give him pep talks to boost his confidence. But now? He was certainly turning heads.

“Wait, guys! Did you see that?” Chris asked, turning to his friends and waving excitedly, “That guy over there was totally checking me out!”

“Um, so what?” Jeremy asked, “Why do you care?”

“Do you think I should go after him? He was totally cute. And that ass- just wow.” Liam and Jeremy’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Are you gay?” Liam asked bluntly.

Chris placed a hand to his chin and shrugged, “Like totally! Since like forever probably.”

“Makes sense.” Jeremy said, “Repressed religious guys. It’s a thing.” But Liam was still having a somewhat hard time believing it. Was all their prior bro talk really a lie?

“Oh! He’s getting away!” Chris whined, “I’ll catch up with you later!” He blew them each a kiss and briskly walked over to the man from earlier, leaving Liam shook.

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Hours went by without hearing from Chris, and Liam’s mood tanked. Jeremy tried to cheer him up back at the penthouse. Beers and the big game on a flatscreen. Should’ve been perfect. But it wasn’t. Liam knew that Chris being gay shouldn’t matter. Good for him, right?

“Oh my god, that was incredible.” Chris said, gasping as he entered the penthouse, “How are my two besties doing?”

“Would’ve liked you around.” Liam replied, “It’s my bachelor party after all.”

Chris dramatically placed a hand to his sweaty chest, “Sue me for having fun!” His voice cracked and he headed towards his room, “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

Liam didn’t reply. Sure, Chris is gay. Fine. But acting like a stereotypically fruity drama queen? That didn’t make sense to him. He turned to Jeremy.

“Look, its late and I’m tired. The game sucks anyway.” He said, “I’m off to bed.”

“Same bro. Gotta be up early for our tee time anyway.”

They went to their respective bedrooms. Once there, Jeremy sighed. He hated seeing his friend like this, but what could he do? Talk to Chris maybe? He'd try to salvage this party. But when he finally got comfortable in bed, the TV suddenly turned on. He was greeted by static.

“Weird.” He mumbled. He tried to turn it off with the remote, but failed. Sighing, he got out of bed to turn it off. But as he got closer, he could hear a voice. It was soft, but forceful.

“You are a gay slut. You like to fuck men.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, “What the fuck?” He whispered. But the voice only got louder.

“You are a gay slut. Your dick only gets hard for men.” Jeremy felt woozy as the voice reverberated in his head.

“No, I’m straight... I like...” He moaned loudly as the voice drowned out his thoughts. At this point, the screen was flashing various scenes of gay porn and Jeremy’s dick started to swell, “No... fuck...” He breathed out, “I-I... ughhh.” He tried to imagine tits and his nights with Sarah. But these thoughts were instead swapped out with images of juicy, jiggling bubble butts and twerking men.   

“You are a dominant top. You only fuck men.”

“I-I’m a gay slut?” Jeremy questioned, “I only like to fuck men?” That didn't sound right. Right? He never...

"You're a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride your dick."

His eyes became half lidded and vacant as the words created his new reality.

“I’m a dominant top. Twinks are lucky to ride this cock." He said confidently, "I am a gay slut.”

Soon, the room filled with his pleasure-filled moans, his new reality taking hold over him.

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When Liam entered the living room the next morning, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jeremy was aggressively caressing Chris’s face, as the two made out on the couch with their erect dicks on full display.

“What the fuck?” Liam gasped as the two men turned towards him.

“Oh Liam! Good morning!” Chris sang, ending his kiss with Jeremy.

“Fuck, just who we were waiting for.” Jeremy commented in a lower, more gravelly voice, “We have something for you.”

“No, this is fucked. What the fuck?” Liam fumed, “What about Sarah? What were you thinking?”

Jeremy shrugged, “I only like fucking men.”

Liam shook his head, “No way, fuck that.” He replied, taking a step back.

“Oh goodness, you’re upset!” Chris whined, “No Liam baby, its okay. Here, watch this.”

Before Liam could say anything, Chris turned on the TV. Static filled his field of vision. But then he heard it. Faint at first, but present nonetheless.

“You are a gay slut.” It said, and Liam grabbed his head.

“What the fuck?” He cursed, stumbling slightly.

The voice was echoing from within his head. Desperately, he moved towards the TV, wanting to shut it off. But Jeremy grabbed his arm firmly and forced him to sit between them. Liam tried to fight back, to get away from his two friends, but he felt so disoriented. The voice continued.

“You are a gay slut. You like taking cock.” It said.

Liam yelped as a needle entered his skin. He looked down to see Chris dump the contents of a syringe into his arm.

“Wh-what was that?” Liam slurred.

“Don’t worry, cutie. Just listen to the voice.” He giggled.

Liam groaned as the voice got louder and louder, “You are a gay slut. A slutty bottom. You love taking cock.”

Liam looked down and watched as his body hair started to disappear. The light dusting of chest and belly hairs disappeared, leaving him smooth. At the same time, the scruff that framed his face vanished. He looked over to Jeremy, who smirked at this new development.

“Oh look at that! It’s totally working!” Chris giggled.

“No shit. Reynolds must’ve given us the good stuff.” Jeremy remarked, slowly massaging his cock.

“The good stuff?” Liam slurred, his voice cracking, “Like, what are you talking about?”

“Good because I was getting bored.” Chris sighed, “I mean, Jeremy baby, you’re an expert kisser, but like, I need a hole.” Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“A hole?” Liam whispered.

He let out a pained moan as his body temperature suddenly spiked. Sweat poured from him as his musculature vanished. His hard earned muscles atrophied before his terrified eyes. His arms became thin and lean, while his juicy pecs rapidly deflated. In a matter of minutes, years of workouts and optimal dieting were undone, leaving Liam slim and fragile.

“Wow, he’s so light now.” Jeremy chuckled as he man-handled his friend onto his lap. Liam yelped at the sensation of Jeremy’s erect cock grinding against his hole.

“Oh and he’s gotten shorter too! What a cutie.” Chris cooed.

“Ah, ass is still bony though.” Jeremy commented, giving it a firm squeeze.

But Liam barely registered any of this. Instead, his thoughts were filled with the words echoing from the TV. His eyes became half-lidded at this point and his resistance was fading.

“You’re just a bottom, a hole to be used by other men. You are a gay slut.” The words continued, “You like being used by other men. Your only pleasure is from getting fucked.”

“I-I’m straight... I like... I like tits.” His new feminine voice echoed through the apartment, “I’m a straight man.” Jeremy and Chris smirked, “I-I...” images of men getting fucked in all kinds of positions flashed on the TV, “Ohhhh I... I... I’m a...” Liam’s handsome face lost its masculine edge and his hair became lighter in color. At the same time, his cock started to shrink. Inch after inch lost, “Noooooo.... not my cock...” He moaned, tears now stinging at his eyes. His manhood, his masculinity. It was being stolen from him. And he was unable to stop it.

“Your only pleasure comes from your ass.”

Liam moaned again and this time his ass started to fill with jiggly fat. He could feel the extra padding build upon itself, his slim cheeks turning into mounds of soft flesh. And as Jeremy squeezed his ass again, pleasure filled his slim frame.

“Much better.” Jeremy remarked, his fingers massaging Liam’s hole, “Fuck, this is gonna feel so good.”

“Mhmm.” Chris replied, grabbing his own fistful of Liam’s juicy ass.

“Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss.” Liam slurred.

“So, what are you?” Jeremy asked.

“I-I’m...” Part of him didn’t want to say it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. But as his lips plumped up into gorgeous cock suckers, and Jeremy’s teasing fingers penetrated him deeper, Liam was drowning in pleasure, “I...I...” The voice was so loud. It egged him on, beckoned him to admit his new truth, “I’m like a total gay slut! I love cock.” He turned his head to look at Jeremy, then Chris, “Please daddies, use me! I need your cocks!” He begged.

And his new lovers were happy to oblige.

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In the afterglow of sex, the three men sat panting heavily on the couch. Liam was curled up between his two lovers, still rubbing their dicks. Despite draining them each multiple times over, he needed more. But his horny thoughts were interrupted by a video call. He grabbed his phone and smiled.

“Hey Mr. Reynolds!” Liam slurred, “Like, we love your penthouse.”

Mr. Reynolds grinned, “I can tell.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction, “Look at you Liam. My god. You turned out better than expected. The boys at the lab earned their salaries with this one.” Liam nodded along, not really understanding the implication, “How do you feel?”

“Like a total gay slut.” He grinned, “And I love it, like so much, Mr. Reynolds.”

“Well I’m glad to hear.” he chuckled, “And are your friends treating you well?” Liam adjusted the phone so the older man could see his two lovers, who were both fast asleep, “Well looks like you have two very satisfied customers.”

Liam grinned, “Like totally.” A sense of satisfaction filling him, “Oh! Like, can you let Susie know the wedding is off? I’m like, so sorry.”

“Of course, it would be my pleasure. She’ll understand.” Mr. Reynolds replied- mission accomplished, “Now, get back to your party. Enjoy the penthouse for as long as you want.”

Liam’s eyes lit up, “OMG thank you!” The call ended, “Did you hear that?” Liam asked, his two lovers stirring awake.

And so their party continued- and it would for days. Their lives forever changed, and them none the wiser to it. But if their pleasure filled moans were anything to judge by, they certainly weren’t complaining.