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[hairy-and-hunks]

[bruno-fazane]

[hairy-and-hunks]

[gayblast]

𝑇𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑎𝑢𝑤

[gayblast]

𝐾𝑖𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑟

[gayblast]

𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑤𝑛

[gayblast]

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝐶𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜

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𝑂𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑗𝑜

[gayblast]

𝑂𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑗𝑜

[hurtfag]

[hairy-bothered]

[hairy-bothered]

He bought the bottle of Hair Tonic on purpose and planned to use it with intention.

Most people digging through the back shelves of a nearly abandoned barber supply store would have looked for something sealed, unexpired, and safe. Owen did the opposite. He crouched in the dusty corner until he found the old brown bottle with the plain cream label: HAIR TONIC. No flashy promises, no modern branding. Just a faded list of directions, a date long expired, and one warning printed near the bottom: Store in a cool, dry place.

He smiled when he read that. That was exactly why he wanted it. Owen had read stories about men using expired tonic. He knew it could cause male-pattern baldness and grey your hair - but he was hoping to push it to the limit.

Owen had spent too long pretending he only admired older men from a distance or, preferably, from underneath them during one-night stands; taking in the smell of their sweaty hairy bodies as they plowed his tight twink college frat boy hole. The rugged ones - the men in their forties with thicker necks, weathered smiles, graying beards, and heavy hair curling out of open collars drove him insane. Men who looked settled into themselves. Men who didn’t seem boyish or polished, but solid. Masculine. Hairy. He wanted that look with a private, aching intensity he’d never said out loud but burned to his core. He was willing to give up everything to pursue that ideal image.

So when Owen found an expired bottle of Hair Tonic, he didn’t just buy it - he took it home, set it on the windowsill of his apartment, and left it there for three full days, baking in the hot afternoon sun until the liquid inside turned darker, thicker and slightly cloudy.

On the fourth night, he uncapped it in his bathroom. The tonic smelled sharp and old-fashioned, herbal and medicinal with something almost metallic underneath. Owen rubbed the first splash into his scalp, especially at the temples and crown, then worked more over his cheeks, jaw, and upper lip. He hesitated only a second before pouring some into his palm again and dragging it down the center of his chest, across his stomach, over his shoulders, and along his arms, legs and back. He thought for a brief second before deciding to apply the tonic to his pubes, cock and balls as well. “In for a penny in for a pound” he thought to himself as his dick chubbed at the thought of the daddy he might become - if all went to plan.

His skin tingled instantly. By the time he rinsed his hands, the tingling had deepened into heat - a steady, invasive warmth that seemed to seep down into the roots of every soft, nearly invisible hair on his body.

It was a couple of hours before he saw the first changes, while preparing for bed. The faint scruff on his face thickened visibly as he watched, turning from a dusty shadow into real growth: coarse, dense, dark at first, then already streaked with silver around the chin and along the sides. He touched his cheeks with a longing fascination as he felt the beard pushing out fast, filling in until it framed his jaw in a broad salt-and-pepper shape. His mustache thickened too, heavier and darker through the middle, silvering at the edges. He reached a hand to his face to admire the beginning of his journey to real manhood.

Before long his attention shifted to the top of his head. His scalp tightened. He watched, wide-eyed, as his hairline began to creep back from his forehead. Not dramatically all at once, but decisively - his temples drawing back, the hair above them shortening and refining itself into something more mature, touched with gray. He looked older within minutes. Not sick older - not ruined. Just undeniably more grown, more masculine, the youth draining out of his face and leaving behind stronger lines, faint crow’s feet, a rougher, handsomer structure.

Then his body hair began to grow in. It spread in rippling waves. Soft brown fuzz across his chest thickened and darkened, then turned coarse and dense, covering him in a heavy pelt that matched the collection of photos he had in his liked images folder on his TUMBLR page. Hair crowded across his pecs first, curling thickly and high, then met in the center and poured downward in a dark trail over his sternum and stomach. More kept coming—across his ribs, around his navel, down his abdomen, along his shoulders and upper arms. He gasped in delight as he watched the color shift: mostly dark brown, but feathered through with gray, less silver than his beard yet unmistakably mature. His forearms grew shaggy. Fine hair climbed the backs of his hands. He stared, breathing hard, as his body took on that older, masculine density he’d always wanted— thick, textured, unapologetically leaping towards middle age.

Owen reached a newly hairy hand down to his dick. It too had started to change. Hi pubic hair was increasing in density and coarseness at the base, with a couple flecks of grey in the mix. His nut sack was now coated in thick dark hair. He gave his cock a little tug, noticing it felt less sensitive, more mature, than his 23 years of actual age should suggest.

Owen was so overwhelmed by the start of his transformation into a daddy that he couldn’t hold back. He grabbed his dick and began to masturbate while watching his beard hair continue to lengthen, new lines form on his face and hair continue to spread across his chest, arms, and up on his shoulders.

His pace quickened as his breathing grew deeper. Images of what he would look like by morning flooding his mind. Thoughts about the man he would become and how he’d use his new body to dominate younger, smaller, less masculine men - men like he used to be. As he approached climax, imagining his conquests to come, he began to talk to himself in his new gruffer voice: "You like daddy's cock, don't you boy?! Daddy worked real hard for this body for you, so be a good son and take it deep inside your twink hole." Just as he finished the thought he felt his entire body tingle and tense up at the moment of orgasm - shooting cum all over the bathroom vanity. After glowing in the afterlight of his virtual conquest for a few minutes, he cleaned up the mess, gave himself one last once over, and turned in for the night - drifting to sleep with his entire body lightly tingling as the Hair Tonic continued to reconfigure him.

By morning, the transformation had settled completely. Owen woke heavier through the chest and shoulders, his features subtly matured into the kind of handsome that didn’t belong to a man in his twenties anymore. In the bathroom mirror, the young fresh-faced guy he’d been was gone. Looking back at him was a man in his forties - a true daddy: shorter, receded hair brushed neatly back; gray at the temples; a full salt-and-pepper beard shaping his face; stronger smile lines; a calmer, steadier gaze.

His torso was lavish with hair — dense over the chest, tapering down the stomach, thick at the shoulders and arms, exactly as he’d imagined but somehow better because it was his. The beard had gone grayer than the rest, giving his face the distinguished look he’d secretly craved, while the body hair stayed darker, richer, and more virile.

He stood there for a long time, palm spread over the new weight of hair on his chest, thumb brushing through the beard at his jaw.

The bottle sat on the sink in front of him, half-empty, its faded label curling at the edges. HAIR TONIC. Innocent words for something that had known exactly what to do with him. Owen smiled at his reflection - not embarrassed, not startled now, but quietly thrilled. He hadn’t ruined himself. He hadn’t made a mistake. He had made himself into the man he’d been longing to become - the perfect daddy.

As he updated his dating profile apps the messages started pouring in. Owen had worked hard and gambled big - and now it was daddy’s time to play with all of the young eager twinks in the greater Atlanta area.

Continued here.

[hairy-bothered]

[ginger-kicks]

[zadenight]

You feel his weight flop down on you, his sweaty, musky ass pressing you into his bed, his scent and taste surrounding you. It has been a constant assault of degrading feelings and manly smells since you got transformed into underwear at the club. The worst part is you didn’t even see who did it to you. You just started feeling funny, getting weak, shrinking, thinning out, until you fell on the floor of the nightclub and felt the cold concrete and confusion until his hands lifted you up, and slid you up his legs and against his crotch, your new home. Every day since has been so humiliating. You are forced to exist as a mere fetish item for a total stranger who laughs every time he puts you on. He doesn’t shower much, or wash you, seemingly loving to fill you up with his scent and huff his own musky underwear while jacking off and gooning after his party nights and workouts. Your mind swims with dirty, lustful thoughts about his body now despite your efforts to resist them. You don’t even know his name! But you know his cock so well, the image of it fills your mind as your fiber drapes across its shape and the taste of his dick fills you. It’s so hot, so tasty. But you can’t give in! If you start to lose yourself, you really will become nothing but simple, horny underwear forever owned by this kinky stranger. The worst part is that it’s starting to get hard to remember why that would be a bad thing…

[artificial-transmutations]

Heyo! I’ve been trying to get my boyfriend to be a little more dominant in bed. Unfortunately, it’s quite the struggle! Haha! We’re both kinda unassuming, not-quite-twinky guys but I’ve always been a little larger than him.

From what I gather this is like an Amazon thing right? You send me the magic whatever and it solves my problems? Well! I was thinking maybe some kind of sex toy could help fix our little bedroom dilemma!

And duration, huh? Kinda weird question right? I wasn’t planning on sending it back obvi? But, I guess I’ll leave it up to my babe. Whenever he’s done with it!

Rent-A-Thing — Cock Ring

"Babe?"

You wake up the next morning to your boyfriend calling from the living room. Yawning and stretching, you make your way there, just to see Nick on the laptop, with the strange website and your profile still open. Shit. You just closed the lid.

"What's that?" Nick asks, his voice amused.

"It's nothing. Just some kind of AI-powered online shop," you mutter.

"'I've been trying to get my boyfriend to be a little more dominant in bed' — really? You put that on some website?"

His expression is amused, but not unkind. Still, a hint of embarrassment flashes through your stomach.

"It's nothing, Nick. Forget about it."

"We'll see," he grins. "So you don't need the website anymore?"

You shake your head, and he closes the browser, getting back to his online banking.

"You really think I'd be a good top?" he asks after a while, staring at the screen in front of him.

"Of course," you say immediately. Normally, he bottoms, and since you're vers, you end up as a top most of the time. There's nothing wrong with that; it's just... You bite your lip. "But it's not just about that. Sometimes I would just... you know... have you take charge a bit in the bedroom."

Nick is silent for a short while and checks his phone absentmindedly. He furrows his brow and taps a few times on the screen.

"I don't know. Talk me through it. What do you want me to do?"

You groan. Nick is sweet and cute, and the best boyfriend you could wish for. But that, he just doesn't get.

"That's... the point. I want you to..."

You gesture helplessly. "If I told you what to do, that'd not exactly be you taking charge, right?"

"Huh. That's weird. The website you were on has sent me a message to confirm or claim, or whatever. Did you put in the wrong phone number?"

You see how he dodged the topic and sigh. "Yeah, perhaps. Just confirm."

Nick taps at his screen.

"Now there's a warning. Bla bla special request requires contract owner modification... yeah, whatever. Accept."

He taps again and puts away his phone. He blinks.

"What were we talking about?"

"Nothing. Let's forget about it," you sigh.

A few minutes pass in silence until Nick turns to you again. "You know what? No. Let's not forget about it."

He's got a strange glint in his eyes, and it makes your stomach flutter.

"What do you mean?"

"We're not forgetting about it. You're missing something, and I'm going to give it to you. You want me to take some charge? You want me to top? Fine."

There's a hint of a strange edge in his voice, and his demeanor is less shy than usual. You can't help but notice his pants seem tight in the groin.

"You don't have to do that," you try to backtrack. "We're fine."

"I know we're fine. I want to do this."

His voice is firm.

"I'm going to take charge," he says, and a tingle runs down your spine. "Because that's what you want. And that's what I want."

He rearranges his legs, taking up more space in his chair. You're not sure it was a conscious movement, but it's hot, nevertheless.

"Come here," he says. His tone is not commanding, but his voice is deeper than usual. It makes you shiver.

"What?"

"You heard me. Come here."

You get to your feet and walk over until you stand in front of him. He looks at you. Has he worked out lately? His presence seems larger somehow.

"Strip," he says.

"Nick, are you —"

"Stop talking," he says, and raises a hand. You fall silent immediately. His command has the effect of a physical slap. "You don't talk unless I tell you to."

He's so different. It's sexy, and it's making your own cock twitch.

"Now strip. I want to see you naked. All of you."

You pull your t-shirt over your head, followed by your socks, your pants and finally your boxers, until you stand entirely exposed. Your own dick is hard and already leaking pre-cum.

"Turn around," Nick says, and his eyes scan your body as you turn. He lets out a long, satisfied sigh.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You're desperate, aren't you? Wanting nothing more than to be my toy. Isn't that right? Answer."

"Yes," you breathe, and a shiver runs down your spine. You're not sure how, but Nick got it exactly right.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master," you say, and your face flushes.

"Master? Is that what you're supposed to call me? You're a toy. I prefer 'owner' or 'sir'."

"Yes, owner," you moan, and a drop of pre-cum trickles down your shaft.

"Much better."

He slaps your ass.

"Bend over the couch."

You turn and do as he says, resting your chest on the soft fabric, and spreading your legs. A second later, Nick has gotten up from his seat and is behind you, running his firm hands up and down your legs. They feel larger than usual.

"You're gonna be a tight fit around my cock," he says, grabbing your ass cheeks. Tight fit? Granted, you rarely bottom, but in the few instances until now that hasn't been a problem.

You feel something cold and wet at your ass, followed by something big and throbbing that pushes into you mercilessly. You gasp from pain and arousal.

"Fuck, yeah. Much tighter than I imagined," Nick groans and begins to move, fucking you with slow and deliberate strokes. It's not gentle, but it's also not unkind. If anything, it's mechanical, treating you as nothing more than a hole.

Your hand finds your own cock, and you stroke slowly. If you touched yourself any firmer, you'd explode instantly.

With every push, your perspective shifts a bit more. Nick becomes bigger, more imposing somehow, and you take a moment to understand that you are shrinking. Impossibly, his cock fills you out more and more, reaching your belly, then your chest, then your neck.

You gag as the tip of his rod comes out of your throat and pushes out of your mouth. Somehow, you've been completely impaled by your boyfriend's owner's organ!

Your own tiny cock spurts its load, a few drops of watery cum, as it recedes into your body, quickly followed by your arms and legs. All that remains of you is a sleeve around the magnificent cock inside of you. And even that is changing. You are getting even shorter, not covering the entire length anymore. Then, not even half of it.

Nick has grabbed the front end of his dick and is jerking himself now, moaning as he gets closer to release.

Your skin hardens as your entire being compresses into one insignificant item, round, metallic, and light. Almost like jewelry worn around the most magnificent part of your owner. You're a cock ring.

With a stifled groan, your owner erupts through you. You can feel his cum passing inside before it splashes out from the far tip of his cock. The feeling is orgasmic.

"Fuck, that was good. You're a good cock ring, babe. Looks like I've got to get Grindr now to find some twinks to dominate with you on, huh?"

That was a fun write, thank you for the prompt! Sorry for the slow pace, I'm working through the big pile of asks and don't want to burn myself out while doing so! Speaking of which: I'm not taking any more asks on this prompt game (but will of course answers to all I've received that inspire me!). If you're feeling lost: Here's the first part with the explanation.

[blondedboy]