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The Jocks Paw

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God I hated my Brother, he was such a lil dick he keeps driving me crazy.

Maybe it was just the fact that I was having a bad day already or maybe he had just finally crossed the line. But I have had it up to here with my uptight goody two shoes brother Philip. Ever since we had gotten the new place I thought we would have finally had enough space to ourselves to relax, to chill without any of the overbearing bullshit of our family. That I could actually get to know my perfect older brother without his well fitted shirts and his tight slacks that left little to the imagination with his round ass and thunder thighs. But it turns out that when your brother grows up an academic book worm he stays that way in college with you and prioritizes a clean cut image at his fancy job when he could really be sitting back with me, pants unbuttoned and watching a game or two.

He would normally tell me I was letting myself go, just because I wasn't super hygienic and was super musky after all my workouts (I hate the gym showers can you blame me) and I would drink a beer or two every night didn't mean I was letting myself go. Just meant I was being free and he should try it too. Maybe it would put some damn meat on his bones and he wouldn't look so frail.

I just wish that if he was going to be such a buzz kill that he wouldn't touch my shit. Sure it wasn't properly organized and it was thrown out around the place haphazardly with clothes on crowded surfaces but I know where my shit is. He had a whole cleaning spree when I was out at the club and now I have no clue where my laptop is. I checked all my normal spots I emptied out every storage space it's just fucking gone and I'm furious.

So I went snooping around our place, it was just a two bedroom so I had some decent idea where to go and our layout. But what I wasn't expecting was a closet door between our rooms with an antique trimmed door waiting to be opened. My hand is pulling on the knob before I even know what I'm doing. This wasn't there, this has NEVER been here and there's not enough space for it.

So why was I being every dumbass white person in a horror movie, why were my eyes wide open as it revealed itself to just have a shelf with a single baseball cap. It had this insignia of a fucked up baseball glove. I even asked myself why I picked it up even though it looked like an old cursed or possessed article of clothing with an aura of foreboding but it was simple. I had a thought I knew to be absolutely certain and absolutely not my own, that that door was a door that only shows up when it's needed and that this hat would fix my bro for good.

I just had to get him to put it on and wear it which wouldn't be too hard. My brother would be tired after coming home from class. He'd sit down on the couch and that's when i’d strike. He wouldn’t see it coming, he’d be too tired to even really be upset about how I tore apart our place, just sat with his back to me. So I sat in my room waiting, my cock getting hard at the thought of the power I held, the idea of corrupting my brother, showing him the good life, what he was denying himself.

It wasn’t long before he walked in, sighing dramatically, through the cracked door I could see him run a hand through his perfectly blonde, combed hair. Adjusting his stupid tie he didn't need. He carefully set his bag on the counter, the satchel neatly placed, while his steps forward were all deliberate, his shoes already off.

When he sat down I struck, jumping through the door prepared for anything. I saw him jump, startled at the noise but before he can say anything, do anything I slap it down, his eyes going wide behind his glasses, at first in fear but it quickly transfers to bliss.

“Ty..Tyler what what was that for!” he says, biting back a moan as I walk around the couch to look at him, the hat starting to shimmer. His body twitches, his limbs seem to scramble for a second, arms shaking and legs spasming. He tries to reach up to the cap, maybe to pull it off but his fingers just wont listen, his twig like arms struggling to stay up as magic PULSES through him.

“Nothing bro, just figured you could finally relax a little. Get your head out of your ass and into what did you call my baseball caps last time?” I say smirking, enjoying his struggle, the way his body was fidgeting.

He says something but I ignore it, babbling about how this wasn’t funny. “Oh yeah get your head out of your ass and into one of those lazy douchebag hats I'm always wearing!” The word douchebag echoes out of my mouth and the magic ball cap starts to turn. Its brim, which was facing forward, started slowly ticking back.

“No, Ty..Tyler bro- fuck I don’t say- Tyler stop this, its doi..doin somethin BRO!” His controlled, always frowning, smarmy face relaxing, taking on a dopey grin, he never said the word bro, never was chilled, this was all so new and so fuckin hot. His voice cracking slightly and Phillip’s flailing arms collapsing onto the couch with a thud. The hat was only a quarter of the way when I saw his body start to squirm under his already well tailored clothes.

Another PULSE shot through him, centered around his face and head, his hair going from well manicured, clean and soft to this frizzy, unmanaged greasy pile of curls and sweat. His brow furrowed, the bone underneath strengthening and pushing outward giving his once sharp feminine face an immediate masculine touch, his eyes glazing over as his nose grew stronger, facial hair sprouting forming a chinstrap as his jaw became square, chiseled and his lips plumped up into these perfect kissable DSL’s.

His face was no longer this smooth, cute academic, it looked like a jock, a dumb meatheaded jock.

PULSE

The hat was glowing Brighter “Bro..Bro Ty its, its so warm BRO, its takin.. Taking my brain bro.” The pulse moved down his neck, his adams apple growing, his neck thickened. The hat using his brain as fuel, his personality being eaten away. His shoulders broadening, his collar, the seams of his shirt straining. The jacket burst when it got to his arms, the muscle breaking the fabric, it dematerialized, his button down strains further as his pecs explode, becoming this sturdy meaty slabs, but the final straw is his muscle gut that forms, or as he would call it, a beer belly. Memories of my lil bro keeping himself trim, doing cardio are replaced with late night parties, beer runs and keg stands. The shirt is torn to pieces becoming a beat up, smelly stained white tank.

PULSE

Reality was being rewritten, Phil was begging for it to stop as his hands became this rough mitts made for grabbing beers, lifting weights and slapping asses. But that begging became moaning as pleasure rippled through him, these deep guttural groans of pleasure like an animal in heat.The hat was more then halfway now His legs were next, the thighs that were almost non existent became thunder thighs from all the heavy lifting, his calves were carved into diamonds even with him sitting on the couch watching tv a lot more recently. He was thrusting up into the air, his glutes packing on fat and muscle became perfect for worshipping

PULSE

It was almost done, the hat was almost all the way backwards, its energy shining horrendously bright as my memory of Phillip was erased, gone for good. The uptight brother I wrongfully resented for wanting what was best for me was replaced with Phil, a hard core horny ex jock who leers at you. Memories of him bossing you around, making suggestive comments about using your mouth and muscled ass. Spanking you when you’d walk by, whistling when it would recoil. I was forced to watch as my wish was twisted and his hard, veiny cock grew through his pants, becoming a monster 12 inches that BEGGED for attention, his balls filled to the brim with cum.

PULSE

My eyes were blinking rapidly, the house changed, no longer freakishly organized everywhere even with the mess I made earlier. It was a messy bachelor pad, underwear and dirty clothes everywhere, beer cans on the ground, pizza boxes spread out. Phillips' satchel was replaced with a different alcohol bottle on the counter Phil had already gone through. Our entire dynamic erased and rewritten, my desire corrupted, the hat was was a fucked up jock monkey’s paw.

PULSE

The hat was fully twisted around, our fate was sealed and it was only partial

The tv was on, hard core gay porn was playing on the tv and Phil’s cock was throbbing, he was lightly moving his hand up and down, teasing it. “Yo Bro, wanna come jerk it while this himbo gets his ass pounded!” Phil says, cock leaking precum, getting slicker making it easier for his hands to slide up and down. His breath was hitching as he kept going.

I made a face immediately, grossed out at the offer, my sex obsessed, pervert brother absolutely disgusting to me. “Nah Bro, you know this isn’t my thing!” i didn’t want to start a fight, i didnt want him in here bossing me around.

“Whats not to like Bro, theres something so HOT about a big dumb Himbo bouncing up and down on a cock, pecs jiggling, eyes crossed, only thinking about how to make his top feel good!” Bro moved one of his hands under his wife beater, tweaking one of his nipples as he got off. His eyes were staring right at me now, not at the porn, leering at me at my body, like he was talking about me. I don't notice him grab the hat.with the other hand, how he carefully holds it just off his head, waiting to strike if I say the wrong thing. I’m to angry, too pumped up.

“I’m not into that shit bro, especially not with you, go take your dick and find a dumb ditzy himbo who will actually like sucking it!” Its said out of rage, out of anger, and disgust. But even if I didn’t hate my Bro Phil and how commanding he could be. How he would always try and pull shit like this, try and proposition me or leer at me, I just didn’t want to do any of that with my brother.

It was Phil’s turn to strike, He leapt to his feet quicker than I thought he could. His hat already off his head, a giant evil smirk across his face as he plopped it down on my shorter frame. It all happened at once, so fast so quick I couldn’t get out of the way and I definitely couldn’t get it off of me as I felt it CINCH around my forehead sticking to my head.

“Your right Bro, i do need myself a DUMB DITZY HIMBO, who will LOVE SUCKING AND SERVING MY COCK!” his voice echoes as he lightly strokes his massive cock, worry fills my head as I see out of the corners of my eye a dark sickly green glow emanate from the hat, the world slows down.

The first PULSE hit me like a freight train, my skin felt like it was on fire across my body, my semi pale, acne scarred body was WASHED clean, taking on this deep rich tan. My facial and body hair being lasered off by magic and any and all flaws disappeared as if I had been photoshopped. I watched as my bro circled around me, whistling at the first change.

Another PULSE, this one deeper in my head, the hat began to tick, and as it ticked and rotated I felt a sucking sensation start in my brain, my thoughts slowing down man, becoming harder to think or focus. Another PULSE, My face taking on this look of a dumb innocent jock, lips becoming thicker, just like my BRO’s great DSL’s to suck hi- what the fuck i would never GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND HOOVER AWAy- I dont think that way BRO, thats my Brother. But this new hunger, this desire to lick along his shaft, eyes glazed over as my tongue gently traces its way around the tip before my lips engulf him. The idea of him grabbing me by my new platinum blonde hair as he fills the hunger that finds itself forming all the way down my throat, that can only be satisfied by his length and his cum.

My jawline was more chiseled and my cheekbones got higher. My hair took on this bright Platinum blonde while my eyebrows were perfectly tweezed into a nice arch.

PULSE

My body was hit with mass, my neck thickening, shoulders broadening, chest being made into this perfect set of Pillows for my brother to tease and play with while I sucked him off or bounced up and down on his massive coc- fuck no the hat was about a quarter of the way and as it sucked out all my intelligence, free will and identity, so that it could replace it all with him, serving him, his massive body. Doing whatever he told me so I could deep throat his cock, feel it fill my empty tight hole. I felt my arms expand, becoming the perfect gym bunny arms, biceps that bulged like mountains, sturdy triceps and wrists that made my meaty hands all the more stable.

PULSE

God Why wasn’t I on my knees RIGHT NOW. Fuck its progressing further, need to get this stupid- AMAZING hat off me. I felt my core tremble as abs cobbled themselves together, my waist tightening giving me this Dorito shape before my hips exploded outwards.I had this perfect V, a slutty waist for my brother to grab me by, to bend me over and hold onto while he fucked me silly.

PULSE

It was almost halfway turned around, burning brighter, my head on fire as it fried my brain for all it was worth, I felt it looking around for more fuel, it didn't have much brains to work with like Phillip so it started to creep down my body, sneakily snaking through me. Phil was walking around me when I felt it, him SLAPPING my ass, causing what once used to honestly be kinda flat because I skipped Leg day, to RIPPLE. That warm energy SURGING, becoming a fiery heat as my ass piled on the perfect ration of fat and muscle. These two massive globes looked like a shelf, from every angle they were noticeable, I would never be able to hide them. WHY WOULD WE WANT TO!!! These big bouncy cheeks are gonna make bro so happy I cant wait for him to give them a quick swat, or to gyrate on his lap getting him nice and har- No I’m not some cock obsessed himbo.

The energy spread further in, diving between the cheeks, I felt my hole TWITCH. That PULSE from before was nothing, this one, this felt like 8 of them going off all at once, I lost my footing as my ass clenched, my hands grabbing onto Phil as my eyes rolled back. My hole, god it was empty, so fucking empty, empty empty empty, i needed it filled, I needed cock, fuck I needed phils cock so bad. I didn't care that I would never have wanted it before, didn't care that this didn't sound like me, the only thing I cared about was his hard, slick cock thrusting in and out of me.

Making this bouncy bubble butt took a lot of energy, fuel, essence and it needed to burn something else, something substantial, something I used. So when the hat finally found it, it wrapped around it, engulfing it in the same fiery PULSE as my cheeks, I felt it, I felt my cock shrink. My once decent six inches, my pride and joy I used for conquests, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch was shrunk down to a tiny nub.I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting in the air, my balls which would have swung wildly dwindled down, useless no longer important. Neither body part had use, all my pleasure was focused on my ass, tits and mouth. Why would I need a dicklet when I had big bros to play with?

I felt another PULSE , my legs becoming strong, sturdy, able to hold myself in any position Bro would want me in, my flexibility increasing all over my body as I became the perfect fucktoy for Phil to use however he wanted, whenever he wanted. God I just wanted him, no I NEEDED him to want me and didn’t care what it took to please him, I would do it.

I had one last thought that I knew was mine, Tyler, not Ty’s, staring up at Phi, this man who was the peak of masculinity in my eyes, his beer belly out and proud, flexing his arms in a double bicep pose making my already horny mind race at the thought of the musk to worship in those hairy, sweaty pits. My mouth partially opened, pouting begging for his cock as it swung back and forth, drips of pre cum oozing out of his cock and onto my face. It was that I hated Phil, that I wanted Phillip, my annoying uptight brother, I guess you don't really know what you have till you lose it to a magical reality manipulating hat that feeds off of intelligence and cock size.. PULSE

God my Brother was so hot and strong, I love when he would command me to do things. Today were gonna be watching the game, but right now he is seeing how much precum he can paint with my face. His cock leaks it like a faucet and its like the hottest thing ever my god I just want to be covered in it. Some people used to say he was overbearing and commanding but I always found Big bro to be SOOOO HOT.

“Yeah, that's a good boy! So cute with your backwards cap on!” My eyes are following after his cock as it swings over my head, his balls hitting my chin. I feel his hand push the cap further down on my head, scrambling my brain one last time, burning up the last reality till I was just an empty headed himbo that needed both his holes filled.

“Even cuter when your eyes follow after my cock!” He does a quick dip/squat his cock swinging into the right side of my face, his precum and sweat glazing my face as he does, my mouth follows after trying to get it in there.

“You are so fucking cock hungry its adorable bro, tell me how badly you need my cock!” he says quickly hitting the other side, my lips are almost able to kiss the side of his dick as it swings.

“Please Big Bro, i need your cock so bad, I’m so hungry Bro, im just a cock hungry slut for you bro please fill me up I’ll do anything!” I beg, my hands grabbing his legs, my ass jiggling as I plead with him. I see him stare at me with the predator like hunger, his hand squishing the hat on my hair one last time before ripping it off and throwing it behind him. It faded out of existence like it was never there. His other hand quickly ran through my lush platinum hair before grabbing it and holding it still.

“Okay boy, since your such a good, dumb, cock hungry slut, I’ll give it to you but only because you asked so nicely!” He has the widest grin on his face as he brings his cock down to my lips, smearing more precum across them as I greedily lap it all up. My tongue rolling around the tip of his dick as he lightly applies pressure to my face. I moan just thinking about what happens next.

“Open up and take it like the bitch you are!” He commands and I listen. He’s not gentle, why would Big Bro be anyway, he thrusts in, all the way. I love that Phil fucked my gag reflex away with his amazing fuckstick months ago. To feel him go from his tip ALL the way down to the root of his cock in one fluid motion was divine, my eyes rolled back as I felt his pubes smash against my face, his hands on the back of my head now grabbing fistsfulls of hair while he moaned. The smell of his musk, the feeling of it all happening so suddenly, overwhelms me and I can’t stop myself from jumping off the edge, eyes rolling back as my tiny dick fires shot after shot.

He tsks through light laughter and wags a finger in the air, pulling his cock out halfway, and so quickly that hunger that he had satisfied with plunging all the way down returning, eating away at me. “So hungry you can’t control yourself slut, fuuuck i’m gonna have so much fun tonight!” he says, he quickly slaps one of my cheeks, a quick surge of pleasure floods me as I feel them both shake, he whistles before plunging his cock back in.

I can hear the game going on in the back, his thrusts are fast but even, his balls slapping into my neck. Hearing him talk about some stupid guy named Tyler, how he was happy he could finally get everything he wanted, a bitch to clean up after him, take care of his cock and not make any mess. That some stupid hat was the best thing that happened to either of us.

The sweat from his beerbelly his hot and heavy, soaking through my hair and forehead, his smell ingrained in my mind as an aphrodisiac. My hands move up and down his body, worshipping it like the god he is. His own cheeks clapping with every thrust as he takes exactly what he wants. I hear cheering from the game, someone is apparently near the end zone, Phil is getting faster, his hands are a bit rougher as he’s getting closer. Almost at the edge.

My stomach feels so full from his precum, my throat trying to swallow more and more of him as he skull fucks me silly. I’m so close again, his moans were getting louder, telling me how I was such a good boy for milking his cock. That I had to get ready to take it all, swallow all of his cum, to be his good lil bitch and that praise, that encouragement was all I needed to have my second hands free orgasm this time around. The thought of him painting my throat white making me throw my head back as he thrusts into my puffy, hungry lips.

“Here…here,...It comess you DUMB HIMBO!” he shouts as the screen yells touch down, he rapidly does three more smaller thrusts as he fores not one, two or three loads, five all down my throat.

“Now be a good bitch and get me a beer!” He says pulling out of my mouth with a plop and playfully slapping my face.

God I loved My Big Bro and his massive cock so much, it drives me crazy!

(i just thought these two guys were hot for the purpose of this)

liam-temptjd

hornydomking

Good boy… I know u can take it and we both know I can be a lot rougher than this, but today makes a month of the first load u ever swallowed. And I want u to think of how much u want to serve me for the rest of your life as I fuck u slowly, so u can feel every inch, every vein of my dick, all night long, inside u like my power will be, always.