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The Tattoo

Lip took a sip from his pint of beer and returned it to the soggy beer mat. He was in what was once the most popular leather bar in London. But times had changed. It was 6.30 on a Saturday evening and the pub was empty apart from a few gay tourists and a couple of older leather men. He wasn't there to cruise though so it really didn't matter. He'd simply been shopping in the west end on a hot afternoon and fancied a pint. He was in his late twenties so he'd missed all the fun that once went on here, and in a way he regretted it. He'd become weary of Internet cruising and imagined the excitement of the real eye contact that used to happen in places like this. In fact he'd stopped using dating sites. He had particularly perverted tastes with an interest in hanging and only used one well known fetish site that catered for gay men interested in leather, rubber and sado masochism. But even that had become stale. He was tired of looking at faked hanging photos and AI generate images that had no soul. Then about a year ago he'd stumbled across a video of a public execution by hanging. It had been shot in a middle eastern country and it had radicalised his fetish. He began searching the Internet for more serious sites specifically for men into hanging and noose play. He researched the history of execution by hanging and bought some hemp rope and learned to tie a hangmans knot. But the biggest step was the tattoo. He'd seen the photo on a hanging site he'd found. It was of a naked man with a noose tattoo on his body. The noose was looped around his neck and the rope led to a hangmans knot on his back. He'd made an appointment at a tattooist the following day.

It had taken Lip about half an hour to finish his pint and to his surprise the pub was starting to fill up. In the main the clientele consisted of older guys, though some were in leather and some were quite attractive. He'd only intended to have a pint to slack his thirst on the hot summer day but as the pub was becoming more interesting he ordered another. Then the thought occurred to him. As his new tattoo had now completely healed it might be fun to show it off. It was hot in the bar and one or two guys had taken their tops off anyway, so why not take his teeshirt off. Pulling his white teeshirt over his head he revealed a slim smooth skined torso with skin so fair it looked as if it had never seen the sun. Most striking though was the black ink tattoo around his neck. It was the first time he'd shown anyone the tattoo and his dick stretched in his tight fitting camouflage trousers as he enjoyed the glances from the other customers. His moment of gratification was interrupted though by the barman putting a pint on the bar next to his almost empty glass.

"It's from the guy over there."

Said the barman pointing to a man standing at a high round table at the back of the room. Lip looked accros as the man lifted his glass in a friendly gesture and smilled. Lip estimated his age at around 50. He was dark skinned possibly eastern Mediterranean or Arabic and good looking with cropped hair and two or three days growth of dark stubble which gave him a rugged appearance. He was wearing a black sleeveless vest showing his muscular body and a pair of well worn, but good quality tight fitting black leather jeans with a broad leather belt and army boots.

Lip continued to sip the beer the man had bought occasionally glancing accross at him, but each time Lip made eye contact nerves forced him to look away again. Then the man was getting to his feet. Lip watched him walk to the bar. He seemed to speak to the barman for a while before returning to his table with two pints. Placing the glasses on the table he dragged a vacant chair from the bar and positioned it at the opposite side of the table to where he was standing. Then the barman was approaching Lip.

"I think you're on there mate, the guy over there who bought you a pint wants you to join him."

Nervously Lip headed across the room. The man spoke with a strong middle eastern accent.

"Hello please sit down my name is Amir. What is yours?" Said the man.

"I'm Lip."

"I haven't heard that name before." Said Amir.

"It's short for Phillip." Said Lip

"You're very attractive Lip. Men love fair skinned boys like you where I'm from." Said Amir.

Lip studied the man he was sitting so close to. He had to admit that from his leather jeans to his masculine facial stubble Amir was one of the most arousing men he had ever seen. Nor had he failed to notice that Amir had a striking physical resemblance to many of the executioners in the public execution videos he'd watched.

"Thanks, I think you're sexy too." Said Lip.

"Thank you Lip. I like your noose tattoo I noticed it as soon as I walked into the bar. It's very unusual. What made you have it done?" Said Amir.

The question was direct and Lip wasn't sure how to respond. He wanted so badly to tell Amir about his perversion but what if it disgusted him. Struggling for words he decided on a tactic. Picking up his phone he logged onto his fetish site profile and passed the phone to Amir. Amir took it off him and started to scroll through the posts. Lip watched with nervous anticipation. The minutes passed without Amir showing any reaction until he slowly slid his left hand across his thigh and brought it to rest on his crotch.

"I think we are alike." Said Amir smiling at Lip.

"You mean you like hanging?" Said Lip.

"Yes i like to see men hang. Do you?" Said Amir.

"Yes i have a big collection of photos and videos of hanging." Said Lip.

"Yes but I mean I watch real hanging. In my country there are real public executions, I go to them all to watch." Said Amir.

"That's amazing" Said Lip not really knowing how to respond.

Then Amir passed his own phone to Lip. There were literally hundreds of photos of Arab men hanging, some were even naked and showing signs of an erection.

"What do you think of my photos Lip?" Said Amir.

"They're making making me horny." Said Lip

"Tell me Lip have you ever had a real noose around your neck?"Said Amir.

"Yes I have a coil of 12mm hemp rope and I learned to tie a hangmans knot." Said Lip.

"How tight have you tied it?" Said Amir.

"Quite tight." Said Lip.

"Did you have the knot at the back or the side of your neck?" Said Amir.

"The side." Said Lip

"Have you ever had the knot so tight that you could hardly breathe?"Said Amir.

"Yes."Said Lip."

"Would you say you'd prefer to watch a hanging or would you prefer to be the one getting hanged?" Said Amir.

"Im not sure." Said Lip

"Well I'd love to hang you Lip, come back to my place and we can talk more." Said Amir.

Lip could see Amir furtively stroking his dick through his leather jeans and it was sending his senses wild with lust. However in reality although all his fantasies were extreme his experience of real sex was zero. The situation seemed unreal. Everything about this Arab man spelled danger but for the first time in Lips life the man wanting to hang him was real and not an image on his phone. Lip was nervous but the man couldn't really intend to hang him. After all this was London.

"Do you live here in London?" Said Lip.

"Yes a short drive away. So what about it Lip, do you want to come home with me?" Said Amir.

"OK then yes." Said Lip. "But only for a chat about hanging."

Amir squeezed Lip's knee under the table and said. "Of course sexy blond boy."

It was dark when they left the bar. The street was getting busy with Saturday night revellers and the cafes and bars were filling up. Amir led Lip away from the bright lights and commercial busnesses to a quieter residential square. He was chatting as they walked but Lip sensed a change in his mood. Then stopping for a moment Amir made a phone call. The call was brief and he spoke in Arabic. Almost immediately hazard lights flashed on a vehicle close by.

"Come on." Said Amir holding Lip by the arm as he guided him in the direction of a black Land Rover Sport. Lip was familiar with London traffic and knew the strange registration plate on the car indicated it was owned by a forign embassy. Realising something wasn't right Lip started to struggle but Amir was a strong man and gripped his arm tighter. Then a man got out of the rear offside door and began to help Amir bundle Lip into the vehicle. Lips struggling continued as a third man drove the land rover off into the west end traffic. Try as he might Lip was unable to prevent the second man pinning him face down into the back seat while Amir handcuffed his wrists behind his back. The last thing he remembered was the smell of chloroform and Amir pressing a medical anaesthetic mask over his mouth while the second man bent over him with a hypodermic syringe in his hand.

Lip regained consciousness in a state of disorientation and confusion. He was in complete darkness and felt as if he was hungover from a heavy nights drinking. His mouth was dry and his throat was sore and his sphincter was throbbing with pain. He knew immediately he'd been raped while he was unconscious. His arms were still cuffed behind him and he was laying on a hard surface, presumably the floor. He started considering the possibilities to his whereabouts and his conclusion was frightening. He remembered meeting Amir in the bar and being kidnapped by him and two other Arabic looking men in London. The room he was laying in was unbearably hot and occasionally he heard voices speaking in what sounded like Arabic. He was unable to feel any clothing on his body and concluded he was naked. There was little doubt that he'd been transported to the middle east by some sort of secret route available to the men who must have been staff at the same embassy as the Range Rover belonged to. And recalling the conversation he'd had with Amir in London he knew exactly what they had planned for him.

The hours passed and he was drifting in and out of sleep when the room was suddenly illuminated with light as a large double door was opened. A group of six men surrounded him. He recognised Amir who was wearing the same leather jeans as he wore in London. Amir spoke in Arabic to one of the men who immediately dragged Lip up off the floor and forced him to kneel at Amir's feet. Then standing behind him he gripped Lip's head with his hands and pulled it back unti it was resting in his crotch. Amir moved fotward so he was looking directly into the face of the other man and his crotch was directly level with Lip's face. Lip could see the other men moving closer as Amir unbuttoned his fly. It was the most sexually overwhelming moment Lip had ever experienced and his dick was hard despite the situation he was in. Almost automatically Lip opened his mouth in anticipation as Amir ease out his semi hard dick and masturbated for a few seconds until it became fully erect. Lip was trembling with excitement as Amir slipped it into his mouth. His first few strokes were gentle but he quickly began pounding the back of Lips throat. Lip started squirming to get away from the onslaught but the man behind him held his head firmly. Each time Amir thrust his dick down Lips throat his airway was blocked alowing him only a few seconds to breathe while Amir withdrew. Then Amir's thrusts became deeper still and his hands joined the other man's hands on Lips head forcing his mouth onto Amir's dick even harder. Lip could hear the men shouting as Amir delivered a his final lunge, and leaving his dick buried in Lips throat flooded the boys gullet with semen. Lips face was blue and he was at the edge of consciousness as he tasted Amir's semen. He started to choke and a mixture of Amir's cum and his saliva started running from his nose and mouth. Although he felt Amir remove his dick from his mouth Lips eyes were watering so much he didn't see another man from the group unzipping his jeans as he took Amir's place. During the next hour Lip was skull fucked by the group and then left on the floor covered in their cum and piss while they went to eat and drink.

When they returned they were all wearing traditional desert head scarves and at Amir's instruction they wrapped them around their heads leaving only their dark brown eyes visible. Amir took a black leather executioner hood from his back pocket and pulled it over his head. He issued another order in Arabic and two of the men dragged Lip to his feet and walked him through the doors and out into the daylight. He was in what looked like an old stone quarry. It had a flat floor with sandstone walls about 60ft high all around. Looking back he could see where he'd spent the last few hours. It was a derelict hut with weathered wooden boarded walls. At the far end was a roadway cut into the stone to allow trucks and work vehicles access and in the center stood a large yellow crane with its jib at an angle of around 60deg. The cranes hook was suspended about 20ft from the ground. A blue nylon rope had been tied to the hook and that ended with a noose which was laying on the dusty ground. The two men led Lip in the direction of the crane. Lip could see that there were four other men in the quarry who hadn't entered the hut with Amir, two of which were now filming with their phones. Lips heart was racing as he approached the dirty blue nylon noose laying on the quarry floor. Amir and the rest of the men were now crowding around the jib of the crane. Lip couldn't belive it was happening so quickly or indeed happening at all. Amir took a black bandana and blindfolded Lip before picking up the noose and passing it over his head. He barked an order in Arabic and one of the men climbed into the cab of the crane and Lip heard the big diesel engine start. Amir nodded his head in the direction of the cranes cab and Lip could hear the engine speed increase. Amir held the rope steady as the slack was taken up and the noose slowly tightened around Lips neck. Lip could feel his dick growing as the crane lifted him onto his toes.

"Don't worry Lip, everyone here is getting off watching you and the video will be posted on your hangmans site within 24hours."

The diesel engine increased speed further and Lips naked body was lifted into the air. Some of the men were filming with their phones while others masturbated as they watched him kicking and writhing in his final few minutes. Then the motion stopped and the crane operator killed the engine and everything became quiet.

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I'm guessing that the author maybe was thinking of a tattoo like this....

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The Morning After

The bass thumped heavily, shaking the very walls of the frat house as AJ stumbled through the crowd. Sweat glistened on his exposed chest, his cowboy hat tilted jauntily on his head. His "sexy cowboy" costume left little to the imagination - tight jeans molding to his muscular thighs, tank top showing off his toned arms.

A group of giggling sorority girls caught sight of him and squealed appreciatively. "AJ! Your costume is so hot!" one called out.

He flashed them a cocky grin, striking a pose. "Why thank ya darlin'. Y'all like?" He said with his best take on a southern accent.

With a flirtatious wink, clearly reveling in the attention, he went back to taking shots with his frat bros. And as the night wore on in a haze of alcohol, AJ found himself making the most of it- making out, grinding, groping- you name it. By the time the party wound down, he had lost track of how many drinks he'd downed and who all he'd hooked up with. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed onto his bed and drifted to sleep.

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The harsh glare of sunlight streaming through the blinds and stirred AJ awake. He groaned, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. His mouth felt dry and his head pounded mercilessly.

"Agh… fuck…" he croaked, voice hoarse from the previous night's activities. Slowly, fragments of the Halloween party came trickling back - the pulsing music, the sea of costumes, the endless flow of booze, the hot girls.

With great effort, AJ sat up, a lazy grin plastered on his face. If he was this hungover, he must've had a good time. He yawned and glanced over to the mirror, chuckling slightly when he saw his cowboy hat was still firmly planted to his head.

"Don't really need this anymore." He smiled and grasped at the hat on his head.

He intended to take it off, but his fingers met resistance - the hat wouldn't budge an inch. Confused, he tried again, gripping harder. Still nothing. A flicker of unease ran through him.

"What the hell…" he muttered, examining the hat more closely. That's when he noticed something strange - his hands looked different somehow. Rougher, more weathered. And were those hairs sprouting from his knuckles?

AJ stared at them in shock. They couldn't be his hands. These were the hands of a much older man, a laborer perhaps. Calloused and covered in dark hair.

"No no no," he started to panic, looking down at his body. To his horror, he watched as the changes crept up his arms.

Hair sprouting thickly along his growing forearms as his skin darkened and roughened. Muscles bulged beneath the surface, swelling his biceps and triceps with thick, corded muscle. Muscle he could only dream of acquiring naturally in the gym.

"Oh god oh fuck what's happening to me?!" AJ cried out, voice cracking with fear and confusion.

He scrambled off the bed, stumbling as he felt the changes affecting his legs too. Thighs and calves thickened and hardened, muscles rippling powerfully. Dark hair fuzzed over his skin.

"Hnnngh!" AJ grunted, doubling over as he felt a sudden surge between his legs.

A jolt of intense pleasure shot through AJ as he felt his most private area begin to change. His cock swelled and lengthened, growing thicker and heavier by the second. His balls churned and tightened, already filled to the brim with potent seed.

"Holy shit, holy shit!" he panted, his terror nearly eclipsed by his growing arousal.

But there was no time to dwell on that as he felt his chest begin to morph. Two large, thick slabs of muscle formed where his previously toned pecs had been. Dark hair sprouted across the surface as they grew and grew, heaving with each breath.

"No, no, this ain't right," AJ whimpered, a Southern drawl creeping into his voice despite himself.

He shuddered in revulsion and let out a silent scream as he felt his back broadening, muscles rippling beneath the skin. He scratched desperately at his back as coarse hair began to push through, covering his skin in thick patches.

"Oh god, what in the hell?" AJ gagged, catching a strong whiff of musk emanating from his changing body. He reeked of raw masculinity and virility, "This ain't me, I ain't s'posed to look like this!"

He went to grab his phone- to call for help, but froze. AJ let out a strangled moan as he felt his rock hard abs soften and thicken with a layer of firm, masculine fat. At the same time, his core muscles clenched and strengthened, turning his midsection into a solid wall of power.

"Oh god no no no..." He could feel his face rippling, shifting.

Stubble scraped against his palms as he frantically rubbed his cheeks, watching in the mirror as his features coarsened and became more ruggedly handsome. A beard darkened his jawline and chin. Eyes darkening, skin becoming more weathered. He spun to face the door when he heard a knock followed by his friend's concerned voice.

"Hey man, you alright in there?"

"I-I'm fine!" AJ called back, voice deeper than usual, "Jus' leave me alone!"

"You sure, bro?"

He went to respond, but was stopped as a searing need ignited deep in his core, settling in his ass. AJ felt his hole clench around nothing, craving to be stretched and filled. The urge to submit, to be taken roughly and used.

"Nnngh fuck," he groaned, back arching.

His cock throbbed almost painfully. In his mind's eye, he saw himself bent over, presenting his hairy ass to some faceless man, begging to be bred like the desperate slut he suddenly craved to be. AJ trembled, torn between confusion and overwhelming lust. He didn't understand these foreign urges, this burning need to be dominated and used.

"Y-y'all just go 'way!" Did he really mean that? "I'm fine, jus' a lil' under the weather is all." His voice betrayed his desperation, words slurring together, the Southern drawl thickening.

And when he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw what he was now. He was a vision of raw, masculine sexuality - all bulging muscles, dark hair, and throbbing arousal. The perfect image of a horny, slutty cowboy. The realization crashed over AJ as he stood there frozen, staring at his reflection in dawning horror. Gone was the handsome, athletic frame of the cocky college jock. In its place was this - this… figure of pure, unadulterated lust and virility. Everywhere he looked, he saw the physical embodiment of his "sexy cowboy" costume come to twisted life.

"It ain't… it cain't be…" he whimpered, running shaking hands over the thick expanse of his hairy chest, pawing at the heavy bulge straining against his pants. His identity, his very sense of self seemed to be slipping away, drowning under waves of foreign desire and instinct, "No, no please, I don't wanna be this!" Tears of frustration and terror welled in his eyes.

Memories of his old life flashed through his mind - football games, parties, hookups, his easy confidence and charm. But with each passing second, those recollections faded, replaced by an all-consuming need to serve and please. A simple minded slut.

"Ain't nothin' but a slutty lil' cowboy now," AJ slurred, his eyes dimming, his jaw going slack.

Suddenly, the door burst open. AJ's friends rushed in, concern etched on their faces. But when they laid eyes on him, their expressions shifted to shock and awe.

"Holy shit, AJ! What happened to you, man?"

AJ turned to face them, a dopey grin spreading across his face. All traces of the person he once was vanished, replaced by a vacant, eager-to-please desperation.

"Howdy boys," he drawled, "Looks like this here cowboy's ready for ridin'. Any of y'all feel like bein' my first rider?" He grinned as he presented his thick, muscular ass.

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The Cup

I felt the change the second I slipped my big bro's sports cup over my cock. It was like magic, bro! I suddenly had the body of a jock god, totally unrecognizable from the scrawny weakling I once was. I was suddenly in full uniform too! It was awesome, bro! I instantly got why my big bro had that dumb expression all the time. My mind got mad stupid, like it melted down into my newly fat nuts, bro! All I could think about was lifting and fucking. My donger totally doubled in size, too; the cup could hardly contain me! I needed release, and beating off wasn't gonna cut it. I needed pussy! The cup like exterminated my gayness, bro. No desire for cock at all! As if I cared, though. Being straight is way better! Now I can get a hot cheerleader girlfriend and fuck her till she's pregnant! Fuck yeah, bro! Coach will love that! I'm gonna make coach so fucking proud, bro!

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Old post from my deactivated profile

STEWING IN IT

Today was different.

Grey trackpants for the first time. Didn’t overthink it. Didn’t ask myself what angle I looked like from behind. Just put them on.

Black beanie? Didn’t wonder if it suited me. I just popped it on and walked out the door.

I sprayed the Prada perfume. Just smeared it. I didn’t stand there calculating how I’d be perceived. That’s new.

At the gym, I smashed legs. Brutal reps. The kind that make your vision blur when you rack the weight. The kind that make your hoodie stick to your back.

And here’s the thing about my gym, it’s disgusting. No one uses towels. No one wipes machines. The aircon doesn’t work. Ventilation is garbage.

When you walk in, it hits you in the face. Moist sweaty air. Heavy. Saturated with other men’s sweat. it’s a texture. You’re breathing in testosterone

You don’t escape it. You stew in it.

It used to bother me. I used to feel hyper-aware of it. Hyper-aware of myself. Of how I looked. Of how I walked. Of who might see me.

I stopped wearing my glasses to the gym. Because I don’t need to see everything. I don’t need to scan the room. I don’t need distraction. I don't need to be staring at the guys anymore.

It’s just me and the weight now.

I used to walk home embarrassed in my gym clothes. Wondering who might see me. What they’d think. Sweaty. Beanie on. Trackpants sticking to my legs. Smelling like too much cologne mixed with iron and other men’s effort. And I don’t flinch.

My headphones changed too. Used to be history podcasts. Long intellectual rabbit holes. Now it’s discipline. Bodybuilding. Male affirmations. Structure. Power.

I’ve got a stack of philosophy books waiting for me. But I can no longer get through them. It hurts my head man. I noticed too that I started mixing up 'die', 'dat', 'de' and 'het' a lot (I speak dutch) and that's a major sign of being uneducated and lower class. Even though I'm highly educated, and very much from middle class people. But I was never middle-class in my heart.

Something is shifting.

And I’m not soft about it anymore.