Muscle Lover

Gay tf stories

[alphajocklover]

Hey! There is some virus in my college that is turning every gay man into a smelly straight jock bro and there has been some sort of like cuarantine for it. I havent heard from my boyfriend in a week, I hope he is fine with his roommate, the boyfriend of mine. I just need to know if he is fine, please.

When Jamie had gotten the sudden alert on his college email that the school was going into an ‘indefinite lockdown,’ and a ton of people in biohazard suits showed up, he was ashamed to admit he almost immediately panicked. To be fair, almost everyone had panicked when it became clear that they were no longer allowed to leave the dorms, or have any contact with the outside world, or even leave the floor they had been on when the lockdown started, but Jamie’s freakout had put all of the other panicked students to shame. Jamie, a painfully shy and nerdy sophomore, had always been a deeply anxious person, but being quarantined with a mysterious illness had almost immediately sent him into hysterics. The stress of the sudden mysterious danger, and the realization that the only person who ever managed to make him feel calm, his boyfriend Ian, was going to be trapped on the second floor while Jamie would be on the first, sent him into a crying, screaming meltdown, one that it had taken Jamie almost two days to recover from. It was only after those two days of silently weeping in his dorm room, that Jamie calmed down enough to realize the obvious: if he wanted to see Ian, all he had to do was sneak out. Jamie technically wasn’t supposed to leave the first floor of the dorm building. Even with the entire building in quarantine, the men in the biohazard suits had insisted on keeping the floors separate, so that if one floor got infected the others wouldn’t. Jamie thought this was ridiculous, especially since they still had yet to tell them any information about the disease that had supposedly appeared in their dorm room, but since the staircase had been locked down, he hadn’t been able to do anything about it. That was until he remembered that the RA, a somewhat irresponsible junior named Lucy who had only taken the position because she figured it’d let her get away with more stuff if she was the one in charge, had given him a spare key so that the easily intimidated Jamie could let someone in if they got locked out in the middle of the night, something the RA refused to do because she ‘needed her beauty sleep.’ So, Jamie, desperate to see his boyfriend and armed with his overlooked key, headed out to the staircase in the middle of the night, and sneakily went up to the first floor.

Jamie knew it was a bad idea to break quarantine, even the internal one, to see his boyfriend, but the mysterious nature of the virus had made him paranoid, especially with so many weird rumors about the virus going around. One girl had claimed it was ebola, another some form of zombie virus. One of Jamie’s neighbors had even said it was some kind of ‘Bro-fection’ that transformed whoever caught it or something. Well Jamie was pretty sure that the last rumor was impossible, the uncertainty had made his anxiety even worse, and eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He made his way up to the second floor, and silently crept over to his boyfriend's dorm room. When he opened the door, two things became apparent: Ian was perfectly healthy, and Ian was no longer the man Jamie had known.

Ian, at least the Ian that Jamie had fallen in love with, had been a friendly theatre major, a tall and skinny young man who made Jamie feel incredibly safe. The man in front of Jamie was certainly tall, but anything other than skinny. Hard, tan muscles covered his body, sturdy pecs and strong arms leading to round shoulders, and a chiseled face that held a dumb, arrogant smirk. The change was so intense that Jamie could hardly recognize Ian, and probably wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for a distinct birthmark just above his crotch. A birthmark that, at the moment, was partially obscured by the big tittied blonde bouncing on Ian’s thick cock. Jamie felt his face pale as he watched this jock version of his boyfriend expertly fuck Lucy the RA, causing the blonde to moan with pleasure as Jamie’s entire world shattered.

“I-Ian?” Jamie asked in horror, tears coming to his eyes. The former theatre major looked up from the blonde bimbo he had been fucking and his cocky smirk melted into a surprisingly friendly grin “Jamie! Fuck It’s so good to see you! I’ve been so worried about you man.” He said, his voice kind and sincere even as he continued to thrust in and out of the moaning blonde.

“Ian, what are you doing!?” Jamie said, unable to keep the heartbreak out of his face. Ian looked at Jamie with an innocent confusion as he continued to fuck Lucy. “Just breeding this slut. Why do you ask?” He said, as if it was the most innocent thing in the world. “Y-you’re cheating on me?!” Jamie said in horror. He knew he should be concerned with his boyfriends sudden physical transformation, but the idea that Ian, any version of Ian, would knowingly betray him broke the shy boy's heart. Ian got a confused look on his face, before looking down at Lucy in realization, as if seeing her for the first time “Oh, no, you don’t understand. I’m not cheating on you bro. You and I were never a couple.” He said as if that explained everything. 

“Not a couple?” Jamie asked, feeling bile rise in his throat. “Yeah. You see, I was sitting down here yesterday, all worried about you, when it suddenly hit me; you and I aren’t fucking faggots. We’re strong, studly, manly, straight men, meant to breed sluts and bimbos, like all men are meant to.” He continued, the cocky smirk returning as he flexed one of his biceps “We just mistook our strong friendship as a romantic bond. I mean, it makes sense, you and I are basically as close as two guys can get. No homo.” He said with a dumb chuckle. Upon seeing the confusion and hurt on Jamie’s face, Ian’s voice took an apologetic tone “I’m sorry bro, I probably should have helped you figure this out too before I slept with Lucy, but, c’mon man, have you seen the tits on this bitch? Just look at them!” He said, roughly grabbing the blissed out girl's breast as he continued to pound her pussy.

Jamie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Ian had never said the word faggot with such venom before, and had certainly never called himself studly. Yet here he was, far more muscular and currently fucking a girl like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jamie wanted to be furious, wanted to scream… but he had to admit, Ian had a point. Jamie had never been attracted to girls, but even he could see that Lucy had huge boobs and a face that was just begging to be fucked. If he was straight, which he wasn’t, he’d probably have grabbed the bitch and impaled her pussy on his thick cock as soon as he could. Watching that bimbo moan on your cock must be so hot…

Before Jamie could realize what he was doing, he found himself walking over to Ian and Lucy and unzipping his pants. He realized, in the back of his head, that his forearm looked far more muscular than it had mere moments ago, and his cock was definitely much bigger, but that didn’t seem to matter as much. Nothing seemed to matter as much as getting his cock inside that sluts mouth. Jamie reached for the moaning girl, who was already eyeing his cock hungrily, before hesitating. Something about this was… wrong, wasn’t it? He hadn’t come here for this, he had come here for… for Ian. He looked over at Ian, who gave him the same calming smile he always gave Jamie before speaking. “Go ahead bro, use her throat! I don’t mind sharing a hot slut like this with my best friend!” Ian said with a grin. Suddenly everything clicked in Jamie’s head, and he shoved his footlong cock into Lucy’s moaning mouth. Of course he and Ian weren’t together! Two muscular, macho pussyhounds like them could never be goddamn queers, not with how good Lucy’s warm mouth felt around his cock. They had just been confused, but now, suddenly, everything was so clear and right. He couldn’t wait to fuck even more bitches with his best friend and former boyfriend at his side, and he couldn’t wait to share this clarity, this freedom, with the rest of the world.

—

Outside of the dormitory, a man in a biohazard suit watched the quickly developing threesome on one of the hidden cameras he had installed in the dorms. “Intruging. Even once the virus takes hold, they seem to keep their close connection…” The strange man said “... Well, the controlled experiment seems to have worked out quite well. Now that the stairs are open, the first floor will be infected in no time…” They said, grinning under their mask “Now… where should I perform my next experiment?”

[muscleloverz69]

Frat bros for life

The following is completely ai generated. The ending comes a little quick but it was too hot not to share

In the heart of a college town, a bookstore stood as a bastion of quiet solitude. Its shelves were lined with dusty tomes and comic books, a sanctuary for those who sought refuge from the sound of the outside world. Among the regulars was a young man named Tim, whose bespectacled eyes often danced behind the pages of a well-worn fantasy novel. Tim's skin was pale from hours spent indoors, his hair a mop of unruly brown curls that perpetually begged for a trim. He had a penchant for button-up shirts and sweater vests, and his hands were stained with ink from countless scribbled notes in the margins of his favorite books.

Tim's two best friends, Jason and Marcus, often accompanied Tim. Jason, tall and lanky with a mischievous smile, had a knack for hacking the school's computer system to avoid the dreaded gym class. His cheekbones were sharp, and his glasses always perched at the end of his nose, threatening to plunge into the depths of a physics textbook at any moment. Marcus, the shortest of the trio, was a whirlwind of energy. His round face was often flushed from the excitement of a new coding challenge, and his eyes sparkled with intelligence. His t-shirts were a rotating gallery of obscure math jokes and retro video game references.

Their tranquil afternoon was shattered when the bookstore door swung open with the force of a tornado, allowing a blast of cold air and the cacophony of the street to invade their sacred space. Three fraternity brothers, Brad, Chad, and Thad, stumbled in, their broad shoulders and muscular builds a stark contrast to the nerds' lean figures. They were the epitome of jock-ish charm, with their perfectly styled hair and gleaming white teeth, the kind of guys who could charm the pants off anyone with a wink and a flex. They were clad in their frat house's letters, which seemed to scream their social status louder than any frat chant.

"Hey, nerds," Brad called out, his voice deep and boisterous, "we're having a little shindig at the house tonight. Wanna come?" There was something almost infectious about his enthusiasm. The three friends exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and skepticism. Invitations to frat parties were not typically extended to the likes of them. They were the academic elite, the social outcasts who preferred the company of their books and computers to the raucous world of beer pong and keg stands.

"What do you say?" Chad nudged, a playful smirk playing on his lips. He ruffled Marcus's hair, and the smaller man squirmed but didn't pull away. The gesture was surprisingly affectionate, a stark contrast to the stereotypical roughness one might expect from a frat brother.

After a moment's hesitation, Tim spoke up, "I don't know. We're not exactly party animals."

"That's exactly why you should come!" Thad exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "We'll show you how we roll. It'll be a night you'll never forget."

The trio of nerds looked at each other, the thrill of the unexpected invitation tingling down their spines. They had heard tales of frat parties, the mythical beasts of college social life, but had never experienced one firsthand.

"Okay," Tim said slowly, "but only if you promise to go easy on us."

"Scout's honor," Brad said, holding up three fingers with a grin that seemed too good to be true.

As the sun began to set, the nerds found themselves dressed in their best imitations of frat-worthy attire. They approached the towering house with trepidation, the throb of bass vibrating the very air around them. The door was open, and the scent of spilled beer and sweat hit them like a wall. Inside, the party was in full swing, a sea of red cups and people they had only seen from a distance on campus.

Brad, Chad, and Thad greeted them with open arms, handing each a beer and pulling them into the fold. The party was a whirlwind of laughter, music, and shouted conversation. As the night progressed, Tim noticed that Jason had become increasingly enamored with Chad, while Marcus was locked in a passionate debate about the ethics of artificial intelligence with Brad. The frat brothers' charm was potent, and their friendship grew more genuine with every shared joke and clink of plastic cups.

It was later, in the dim light of a quiet upstairs room, that the unthinkable began to happen. Tim found himself drawn to Thad, the one who had been the most insistent on their coming. Thad's eyes searched Tim's, a silent question hanging in the air. The nerd's heart raced, his cheeks flushed. He had never felt this way about a man before, but something about the jock's confidence was undeniably alluring.

As the party raged on below, the three frat brothers led their new friends into separate rooms, the walls vibrating with the bass of the music. In these quiet moments, the air grew thick with anticipation. Each nerd found themselves alone with a frat guy, and the chemistry between them was palpable, a heady mix of curiosity and desire. The lines between friendship and something deeper began to blur.

The encounters that followed were as intense as they were unexpected. The frat guys were surprisingly tender and attentive, bringing out a side of themselves that was rarely seen outside their private chambers. Tim, Jason, and Marcus discovered facets of themselves they had never known existed, their inhibitions melting away as they succumbed to passion.

In Tim's room, the air grew thick with the scent of cologne and the faint musk of arousal. Thad's powerful arms wrapped around Tim's slender waist, lifting him effortlessly onto the bed. Thad's kiss was fierce, claiming Tim's mouth with a hunger that seemed to have been building for years. Tim's glasses fogged, and he felt his body respond in ways he had only read about in the pages of his favorite romance novels. As their clothes fell away, the sound of their racing hearts and heavy breaths filled the room, the only music in their symphony of desire.

Thad's muscular body hovered over Tim, his abs rippling in the low light. He was a god, a creature of unbridled masculinity that Tim had only ever dreamed of. His cock stood proud, a monument to his frat boy prowess, and Tim felt a thrill of fear and excitement as he felt it enter his ass. It was warm, pulsing with life, and it filled him completely. Thad's eyes never left Tim's, holding his gaze as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea.

Marcus, meanwhile, found himself lost in the depths of Brad's embrace. Brad's chest was a wall of muscle, his heart thundering like a war drum beneath Marcus's eager fingers. Marcus had never felt so small, so powerless, yet so alive. The way Brad's hands roamed over his body, the gentle yet firm way he touched him, made him feel like he was the most important person in the world. And when Brad's cock slid into his ass, he gasped, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Jason, with Chad, was experiencing something entirely different. Chad's touch was more playful, his kisses peppered with laughter as they tumbled onto the bed. Chad's cock was a surprise, long and thick, and Jason took it eagerly, feeling himself stretched in ways he never thought possible. They moved together in a dance of lust, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Jason's body.

As the night wore on, the nerds' transformations began. Tim noticed his glasses sliding down his nose with greater frequency, his hair growing shaggier and his vocabulary simpler. Jason's shoulders broadened, his skin taking on a healthy glow, and his speech grew more laid back, his sentences peppered with 'dude' and 'bro'. Marcus's energy level spiked, his thoughts racing faster than ever before, and he found himself finishing Brad's sentences, his eyes shining with a newfound zest for life.

The sex was mind-blowing, but it was the emotional connection that left them reeling. Each time they climaxed, a piece of their soul seemed to merge with the frat brothers'. They didn't just become more like them; they became part of them, their thoughts and feelings intertwined. The line between reality and fantasy blurred as the night grew darker, and the nerds embraced their new personas.

The following morning, as the sun streamed through the windows of the frat house, Tim, Jason, and Marcus awoke, their heads pounding from the aftermath of the party. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with shock and wonder. They had become the very stereotypes they had always mocked, yet they felt more alive than ever before. They had tasted the forbidden fruit of frat life, and it was sweet.

The three friends showered together, their bodies now mirror images of their frat counterparts. They emerged from the bathroom, their hair styled, their clothes fitting perfectly. They looked at themselves in the mirror and laughed, their voices now deeper and more confident. The transformation was complete. They had become the younger brothers of Brad, Chad, and Thad, not just in body but in spirit.

The frat brothers greeted them with proud grins, slapping their asses and ruffling their hair as if they had just won a football game. The nerds felt a strange sense of belonging, a bond formed in the throes of passion that transcended their former social boundaries. As they walked out into the daylight, their heads held high, they knew that their lives would never be the same again. The world was now their playground, and they were ready to conquer it, one frat party at a time.

[maningup]

The Man Inside You

Every single male from the time they’re born has a true man buried deep within him. No matter what anyone says or believes it’s the truth. Maybe harder for some to hear him, but he’s there, always there. He’ll be with them. He is them. Around puberty is when most people start to hear his voice, but some can hear it before then. It really depends on the person and what makes them feel like a man. He whispers in your head. He can be your guardian angel, or the devil on your shoulder. The lucky masses can reach a coexistence with the man inside of them, but of course, there are always those guys who find themselves at constant odds.

—

Harrison sighed pulling away from his computer. This report was just not coming together like he hoped. Senior year in high school and he had to type up a paper on people’s inner man. Oh, but wait, the teacher added a twist: It couldn’t just be a basic report, that’d be too simple. After all, everyone had written at least one since elementary school. You couldn’t pass by someone, boy or girl who didn’t know about it.

It all started back in the late 1950s, especially for the U.S., people living in their ‘perfect’ suburban homes. Men being the money maker, women as the housewives, two kids and a dog. Then boom as if overnight. Males, mostly adolescents and college students, reported hearing another voice inside their head. Scientists had chalked it up to a mass hysteria, most likely due to the devil’s music…Rock and Roll. Harrison laughed, recalling that history he’d read so many times, but he couldn’t imagine living in a world where boys didn’t know about the men inside them.

Of course, the biggest story from that time was of Billy Bob. In the 60s, he was a 16-year-old wrestling champion for the state of California. He had golden blond hair, a kind smile and gentle blue eyes. The classic American dreamboat that girls swooned over. Unfortunately, he got hit with the man inside of him pretty hard. His dad had gotten him a car and that had lit the spark for him. Having a car represented a type of independence that still exists in some form with cars today, but not to the same extent.  Billy Bob drove everywhere offering his friends rides. It’s what the man inside of him also wanted. Any good son like Billy Bob wouldn’t keep that a secret from his parents. So, he told them he was also suffering from a voice that wanted him to do more things with his car.

His parents didn’t get it but Billy’s father, Simon had it all worked out eventually. Whenever Billy Bob felt urged to listen to that man inside him, William Robert, he talked to his dad. There’s video footage that existed of Simon stating that all he did was talk to his son’s other self like a person and acknowledge that he had wants. The father said, “It didn’t matter if the world thought his son was crazy or possessed ‘William Robert’ was his son too.” People were inspired. But Billy Bob wasn’t known for how touching his story was. After Billy Bob turned 17, his dad got sick, very sick. His mom was hardly around because she had to work to support them. Billy Bob’s quest for adult independence ended as he came into a more man of the house role. In school it was rumored he was starting to take girls up to Makeout Point, then would drive to the hospital to see his dad every other day.

No one knows what they talked about, but one nurse did report she heard Simon, thanking William Robert for being the man of the house, but reminded him not to take away Billy Bob’s childhood. Simon had a charmer’s tongue for talking to the man inside his son.

But then Billy Bob’s grandfather moved in. Everything went to shit. The grandfather thought his grandson and all the boys in the country and in the world were losing it. There was no person inside Billy Bob. His grandson was just a basket case. Instead of worrying about racial integration they needed to worry about their young men. Not that the grandfather cared about other men that didn’t look like his grandson.

As a show of force, Billy Bob’s grandfather tried to have his grandson lobotomized live on television. People watched all across the nation as Billy Bob was strapped to a chair. They were going to sedate him first, but the boy struggled the whole way. Then on national TV the teenager grew into a man. As he fought against the straps people watched his height grow and his body put on a heavy thickness. His clothes ripped and fell to the ground. William Robert had emerged real as ever, wearing the remains of Billy’s clothes and then he was gone, running for freedom. It was the moment everyone in the country knew things would be different. Across the country many boys that were watching grew themselves, shocking families. New grown adult men freshly born into the world.

Billy Bob disappeared after that, never to be seen again. But there was a report of a man having to come in and see Simon for two days straight before disappearing.

Harrison sighed, just thinking about that story put him in a negative mood. He couldn’t even imagine what he’d do if his dad got sick. His dad was a single father so there’d be no one else to help out.

“Oh come on, I’d help you out. Why’d you have to think about all the depressing stuff for though? Now we’re sad.”

“Hey, it’s the most basic stuff, of course I’d think about.”

“Well, geez can’t we at least go watch a football game or something?”

Harrison groaned, for some reason the man inside him, Harry, was a hot former frat boy jock kind of adult. Harrison sighed that probably meant that’s the kind of guy he truly wanted to be. But he couldn’t let his thoughts drift off; he had to write this report. Harry had a knack for lazing off. “No, I promised Dad, I would get homework done today. You and he were drinking beer late last night.” 

“Why are you complaining? Not like you got a hangover.”

Harry was treated much more like a hot older brother that used Harrison for housing, instead of them being the same person. Made sense though because when it came to personality Harry was pure Id of the brain, desires and sexual drives. Other young men were lucky to have moral centers as the men inside them. Then again, Harrison could see being strapped with a built-in parent could get annoying quickly. 

He pulled back from the computer taking a break. He put in his earphones and streamed some music. However, just as he was getting into a relaxed state. There was a twinge in his cock. Harrison cursed under his breath. It always started like that. His cock began to lengthen down his pants leg. Not growing harder, just fatter and thicker, completely soft. Next his ass stretched wider as each cheek inflated with muscle. Power wracked down his legs shifting them into hard earned runners legs. Harrison was able to kick off his shoes before his feet had blown up in size, ripping his socks. 

He slammed his hands on the desk as they tripled in size. His rib cage expanded, and bones reworked themselves to accommodate his growing chest. Harrison’s shirt never stood a chance. The poor shoulders burst when massive shoulders came into view. That led to strengthened arms for catching footballs, which Harrison had never done before in his life. The last change was his face growing. The reshaping of it added a maturity and angular features to his face that a high school senior could never hope to achieve.  Stubble appeared on his jaw line as light brownish hairs appeared between his pecs. As his legs grew fuzzy, Harrison felt himself slipping away.

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[muscleloverz69]

New Friends Part 1

Scott was my best friend. It's every girl's dream to have a gay best friend like Scott. He was funny and kind. Guys were never threatened by him either because he was just a 5’5 beanpole. Scott was hanging out with me in my bedroom with my boyfriend Robby. The three of us were enjoying a movie. Scott was on the floor while I was cuddled up with Robby on the bed. 

Robby was a perfect boyfriend, a 6 '5 slab of beautifully sculpted muscle. His arms were larger than Scotts entire leg and his pecs made perfect pillows. He was a quiet guy but had a massive dick to make up for it. He was also very sweet, giving me thoughtful presents constantly. My favorite was a heart locket with strands of his hair in it so we’re always together.  I’ve seen Scott steal a peak at my boyfriend quite a few times but Robby was 100% straight.

Scott looked up at us on the bed “you guys are so lucky to have each other.” 

I smiled back at him. Scott was very single, no gay guy was ever interested in him. I was trying to figure out what to say to him when my bedroom door flung open. It was my brother, Vince. If there was anyone objectively hotter than my boyfriend it was my brother. That might sound fucked up but it was true he had everything Robby had but add in a brooding attitude and manliness Robby can’t compete with. The only problem was he was an asshole who hated me.

“Hey Melissa I see your loser friend is over.”

I rolled my eyes, Scott just sat there quietly, obviously overwhelmed by Vince’s presence before finally opening his mouth “Oh um yeah, hi Vince how are you.”

“You are such a gay freak.” Vince chuckled. “Anyway Melissa I’m here because I decided I’m sick of you always bringing your boyfriend over especially when I need a new best friend.”

I was confused until I saw Vince reveal a book from behind his back. Our family comes from a powerful line of witches and that book is the family spellbook. I realized too late however as with just a few magic words a spell hit Robby right in the face.

“Robby, what did he just do to you!”

 I watched as Robby sat up, his face contorted into a sneer. “It’s Rob bitch, now leave me alone so I can hang with my bro Vince.”

My heart dropped as ‘Rob’ stood up and walked away with Vince. Just like that I had lost my boyfriend.

Over the next few days everything changed for me. Rob was over almost everyday but he was a different person. He now had that same brooding energy as my brother and they did everything together. I would watch them as they came back from the gym, threw a ball around, or harassed Scott. Robby never would have mistreated Scott but Rob seemed to love it just like Vince. The two of them would bring girls home too which really stung. When Rob saw me instead of love in his eyes it was annoyance. I was now just his best friend’s dumb sister instead of his girlfriend. My heart was shattered and all I could think of was revenge.

Rob’s Perspective

“Bro I can’t believe I was ever with your bitch sister. This body was meant to be shared.” Rob flexed one of his massive biceps. 

Vince chuckled, popping his massive pecs in response “Yeah and no more of those pussy sweaters and shit she had you in. Only compression shirts and sweats to show off to the ladies.” 

They were on their way to a club planning a wild night, Robby used to never drink, but Rob pounded beers like it was water.

That wasn’t the only way Rob changed though. His once brown hair had turned blonde just like Vince, his voice dropped an octave to resemble his new friends as well as his muscles swelled to match his bro.

It didn’t take long for Rob and Vince to find Bimbos to hook up with at the club, they took them both to the bathroom excited to drop a load. Both of them entered the handicap stall. Rob took his massive dick out and started to stroke it up and down, hips gyrating as he did. He lowered his pants more just below his ass causing his bubble but to shake a little. He bent his bimbo over and without any foreplay shoved his dick into her. His shaft quickly thrusting as a deep moan rumbled in his throat. Vince had done the same to his girl, grabbing her hair with one hand as he put his muscled torso to good use.

The two bros were so focused on their chicks they didn’t even notice as Melissa entered the bathroom. She had found the family spellbook from where Vince had hidden it and now it was time for her revenge. A spell once cast could not be undone but it can be altered by a new spell.

Rob was close to finishing his ass starting to clench in anticipation. He hardly noticed as the space around him changed. The men in the bathroom were now mostly shirtless, all of them extremely well muscled and attractive. In fact even Rob and Vince’s shirts had vanished. There was also now a suspicious number of men kissing other men. Rob felt his dick get closer and closer as the twink underneath him let out a moan before his load filled up the guy's ass. He pulled out, the boy's ass still leaking. Vince finished too, and they both pulled back on their thongs and went back to the club. 

Rob felt like something was off but couldn’t put his finger on it as he rubbed up against a jock's ass. He looked towards his bro Vince as he watched him get spanked by a very sexy leather daddy. He realized he did find his friend very attractive. Rob possessively walked up to Vince placing a hand on his muscular arm. “Hey, what if we took this back to your place.” 

Vince’s eyes went wide with anticipated pleasure as they left. In the car Rob felt a strange fog in his head before shaking it off, he loved his boyfriend and best bro and was so excited to get home.

The second they entered the house Vince picked up Rob by the ass and pinned him against the wall. Rob wrapped his well defined legs around Vince’s waist as they kissed. Tongues darting back and forth as deep moans were exchanged. Vince lowered Rob down before bending just slightly to Rob’s chest, Vince glanced up predatorily before beginning to lick Rob’s meaty pec settling on his nipple, biting it gently. Rob whimpered, running his hand across Vince’s chiseled face before reaching upward and grabbing his soft blonde hair. Rob with a fistful of Vince’s hair in hand forced Vince onto his knees. Vince lowered Rob’s jock and a thick cock bounced out slapping him in the face. Vince’s tongue ran once down the shaft while his hand gripped the base. His mouth gently began cradling one of Rob’s balls in his mouth causing Rob to exude an uncharacteristically high moan. Vince carefully released him before greedily taking him into his mouth gagging as he did. Rob gripped Vince’s hair tighter as he began to fuck his face. Vince ran his free hand down Rob’s abs as the thrusting increased in pace faster and faster until he pulled back just in time for Rob to splatter Vince’s face.

Both panting hot and sweaty. Neither noticed Melissa watching from the stairs. “Now it's time to get a boyfriend back.”

[muscleloverz69]

A Raw Deal

To a normal person one of the fae might appear human. In fact it is nearly impossible to tell the two apart. The only difference is the fae are always extremely hot. One of the most important rules of dealing with the fae is never make a deal. Unfortunately, Brian had no idea Nick was anything but a young vendor at the music festival. 

All the food looked so good to Brian and he was so hungry, too bad he realized he was flat broke once he reached the front of the line. He looked up from his empty wallet at Nick to apologize and completely froze. Brian had always been completely straight but even he could admit Nick was one of the most attractive men he had ever seen with completely chiseled features, perfect lean muscles that complemented his narrow waist and thick upper thighs spread out in his seat. Nick smirked “Hey dude, you good?” 

“Oh yeah sorry I’m flat broke my bad I’ll step out of line.”

Brian was so flustered he completely missed the predatory gleam in Nick’s eyes. “Bro don’t even worry about it, I’ll make you a deal help me out in the back for a couple hours and lunch is on me.”

“Wow really, thanks!”

“Of course! The only rule is you can’t eat until we’re done or it’ll mess up my inventory count.”

Brian was so hungry but he knew he could struggle through a couple hours for a free lunch, so he nodded and followed Nick into the tent behind the counter.

The moment Brian entered the tent he felt his stomach cramp up, the most delicious smells of pies, cookies, and sandwiches were coming at him from every angle.

“So, I really just need you to stay here for the next two hours and make sure nobody sneaks back here and eats anything.”

Brian could only shake his head in agreement and watch as Nick walked away admiring his full ass move as he did. He rubbed his eyes trying to snap himself out of it. Brian had never so much as looked at a man in his entire life but maybe the hunger and partying from the past couple days was getting to him.

Not to mention Brian was a little sex-starved. It wasn’t that he was unattractive. Some would definitely think he was cute but it was always in a twinky nerd way. He looked nothing like Nick who was already occupying more space in his mind than another man should.

The first hour wasn’t easy, but Brian just tried to ignore the food around him and relax. He didn’t notice Nick peek through the entrance. Nick was starting to wonder if Brian would make it the full time and decided he needed to turn up the challenge. Nick walked back into the tent holding a large pizza. “Hey, this came a little early its for after you’re done working but it might be a little cold by then.”

Nick shrugged and walked back out. Brian sweated it out for a few minutes before finally stuffing his face with the pizza. It only took a few bites before Brian could tell something was wrong. First he felt a burning sensation on his arm, then in big letters NICK was written in black on his arm. He found himself frozen unable to move at all.

Brian stood there unable to move for the next few hours until it got late. Then Nick walked in with a wicked smile across his face. “Hello Brian, so it looks like you couldn’t wait to eat. Unfortunately, that means you are now my servant.”

Nick snapped his fingers and Brian found myself able to speak but my feet were still planted to the ground.

“WHAT. I don’t understand I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

“Brian, it’s quite alright. These things happen you’ll come home with me and the details of your contract will be provided shortly.”

Nick walked forward to Brian wrapping his muscular arms around his waist. Nick brushed under Brians chin forcing them to make eye contact. Nick leaned in their lips brushing against each other. “We are going to have fun together.”

Brian woke up in a large bed sore and confused. As he looked around his eyes landed on a man. He was an attractive guy, large boulder shoulders and beefy pecs that shadowed over him.

“You’re up,” the man walked over to him.

“My name is Jock how do you feel?”

Brian shook his head confused, “your name is Jock.”

“I don’t think it was always Jock but that’s what master said it is now.”

It was then Brian glanced down at his arm to the letters NICK and remembered what happened. Jock went on to explain that Nick was a fae and had tricked the both of them into becoming his slaves. They were now magically forced to do anything Nick asked. 

“Really anything master wants you’ll do, become, or believe,” Jock sat down on the bed. “I didn’t always look like this but this is what master wanted for when he has fun with me”

Brian was in disbelief at what a quick turn his life had taken. “So what can I do? I’m not gay and I don’t want to be owned.”

Jock shook his head “There really isn’t anything you can do, my only advice, Master offers everyone the same deal…take it.”

It was then the door swung open. Nick walked in to the bedroom shirtless, his tight muscles reminding Brian of some predatory cat. “Jock thank you for watching our new guest, you can go.”

Like that Jock was gone. Now it was just Brain and Nick.

“So Brian I trust Jock filled you in. Now its time to make you more suited for my home. First I value fitness so grow your muscles for me.” 

Brian hardly had a chance to be confused before he felt his stomach ache and looked down to see a set of cobbled defined abs. He suddenly felt much wider as his shoulders and back spread. His pecs began to balloon and his biceps thickened.

Nick smiled as he closed the distance between them. “Now you look tasty.” 

Nick kissed Brian pushing him backward on the bed. Brian opened his mouth to say something but Nick cut him off “You will participate and try to please me.”

Brian quickly got the message and allowed his lips to part for Nick’s tongue. Brian tossed his own shirt on the floor. Internally he was screaming, I’m not gay, but he couldn’t help but try to make Nick happy.

Nick groped Brian’s new arms before cupping his face. “Now time for a few more things. First Brian doesn’t quite suite you anymore, I think from now on you’ll be Thad and you can forget it was ever anything else.”

Thad was confused. Wait wasn’t his name always Thad. Was that right?” 

Nick interupted Thad’s thinking, ”The only thing is that name isn’t known for being intellegent so let’s dumb you down and make you a little more bro-y”

Thad felt a relaxing fog descend on him, he didn’t mind it. “Bruh that kinda feels sick.”

“Now just one last thing. I offer everyone this deal, now it’s your turn. You will live hear forever but if you agree to become gay I will make you happy to be here. Then you’ll have as much fun with our encounters as me. I could just make these changes myself, but honestly it’s no difference to me how you feel and the choice is more fun.”

Thad felt confused. A feeling he would probably have to get used to with his new intellect, but he needed to choose. Thad decided that if this was his new life he might as well enjoy it.

“Ok dude, do it.”

Thad felt it almost instantly. He was in the best place ever, and standing in front of him was the sexiest man he had ever seen. Thad almost lept forward, ripping Nicks pants off and began latching onto his cock. Nick gripped Thad’s new styled hair as his head bobbed up and down. Then Nick came. Nick chuckled Thad didn’t know it but the entire spell only would have lasted 24 hours then he could have gone home free, but now that he willingly drank Nick’s cum the spell was sealed forever.

Meanwhile Thad was in total bliss he was going to love being here with Nick and Jock.

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Jock Juice

Ned was very anxious about moving into his dorm. Without knowing anyone at the university he had no choice but to go random and as luck would have it the only spots left were in the athletes housing. Ned had no interest in sports and found jocks completely obnoxious. Being a nerdy gay man Ned tried his best to steer clear but now his hands were tied. When Ned walked into his room he was met by a total jock. 

Jack was well over 6 feet tall with a square jaw, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tee and pants that left little to the imagination. Ned was embarrassed when he felt his dick twinge but he quickly ignored it. “Hey bro you must be the roomie, sup.” Jack extended a fist which Ned awkwardly bumped.

Jack turned out to be not nearly as bad as Ned was anticipating. Actually he was pretty nice. He did come back really late from parties and his football gear was littered around the entire room but Ned enjoyed being able to watch Jack change from the corner of his eye. Ned was being driven crazy, staring at the bulging muscles and broad figure of his roommate.

One day as Jack pulled off his pants after a day of classes, he noticed Ned staring at his big bulge. “Hey dude it's ok to look, I’m actually gay too.”

Ned felt his face go red but his mind was reeling from the revelation. “Oh sorry-.” Jack interrupted, “Seriously dude it's fine honestly I’d be down to have some fun with you but you need to know something first.”

Ned couldn’t believe his ears, “You’d want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but dude the thing is I have a curse.”

Ned looked confused as Jack explained, “I used to be a nerd just like you but one day I fucked a jock and now I look like this.” Jack flexed one of his thick biceps.

“Now whenever someone comes in contact with my fluids they become a jock too, it doesn't matter what they looked like before, nerds, girls, old guys they all become jocks.”

Ned stared at his sexy roommate for a moment, he couldn’t be serious, this had to be some kind of prank but he didn’t care. Ned crossed the room and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Ned laughed in his head for a minute before he felt a gentle fog fall on his brain. Jack pushed Ned off “Bruh I wasnt fucking with you, are you ok.”

“Bro--I mean Jack, I feel fine I think. Whatever, I'm going to bed.” Ned wanted to die. He thought Jack was a nice guy. Why would he pull such a mean prank, although he had no idea why he called Jack bro.

The next morning Ned woke up earlier than usual. He looked himself down in the mirror, he looked the same. Since he woke up early though Ned decided he might as well do something productive and went over to the campus gym.

Ned got to the gym and quickly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. That’s when Jack came up to him, “Hey bro, sorry about last night I guess you’re into the gym now, need some help?”

“Uh sure that’d be cool dud--Jack thanks.”

The two guys worked out together for the next couple hours, after Jack handed Ned a towel and as he did his sweaty hand brushed into his roommates. Ned hardly took note but did feel very tired from the workout.

Ned and Jack walked to the showers together. Ned started rubbing his body down with soap as he noticed some muscle he didn’t remember having. Nowhere near as much as Jack but his shoulders did seem broader, his chest protruded out just a bit, and his abs were showing. As he continued soaping his body he noticed his dick. It was throbbing hard and not only that it looked larger than he ever remembered it. Ned was hit with an overwhelming burning lust. He furiously started jacking off in the shower before cumming all over the tile floor.

Meanwhile Jack felt worried about Ned. He knew the kiss from the night before would result in some minor changes but as long as he was careful it didn’t have to go further unless he knew that’s what Ned wanted. Jack was torn though cute nerds like Ned were exactly his type and he wanted nothing more than to worship that thin nerdy body. 

Later that night Ned tried to study for his Calc exam but couldn’t remember anything. He was sure the questions must have been written wrong because nothing made sense. On top of that all he could think about was Jack’s body. He was losing his mind.

Ned stood up and faced Jack who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Bro I need you inside me.” Jack met Ned’s start 

“You sure bro?”

Ned jumped on top of Jack quickly ripping off his pants revealing muscular thighs and an almost footlong dick. Jack yelped in surprise but couldn’t stop himself from letting Ned’s tongue slide down his shaft. Jack’s hips bucked as Ned got face fucked. Pre entered Nick’s mouth, causing his biceps to enlarge to 18 inches, his face sharpened into a chiseled look although Jack could hardly notice as Nick deepthroated his monster dick. 

Jack began moaning louder, gripping Nick’s enlarged muscular ass before cumming right down Nick’s throat. Nick swallowed load after load before rolling off to the side. Nick felt an even heavier fog descend on his brain. All he could think about was sports, working out and, bussy.

Nick got up and tried to put on his tee shirt which was now skin tight. “Dude that was fuckin sick!” Jack was still laying in bed disappointed. Jack stared at Nicks new thick cock and massive muscles uninterestedly. Jack was really only attracted to nerds.

Nick laughed “Bro I gotta find some other nerd to blow me.”

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Frat Pheromones

“BRO,” Chad yelled across the frat house, his muscular arms wrapped across the tiny nerd's back as he lifted him into the air in a bear hug. He couldn’t believe the nerdy chemistry major had done it.

Chad’s girlfriend Cassy had been such a bitch lately and Chad was getting worried so he had asked this nerd for help. All he had to do was spray these pheromones on himself and the next person to see him would fall deeply in love with him and become the perfect submissive girlfriend.

“There’s only one thing,” the nerd interrupted, “You’ll also fall deeply in love with whoever the spray affects.”

“Bruh I don’t care, if I can get Cassy to chill out and ride my dick whenever I want I’d be into her again anyway.”

Chad brushed past the nerd, his broad shoulders pushing into the nerd causing him to stumble. Chad sent a quick text to Cassy “Hey babe i got sm 4 u cum ovr.”

The sexy jock ran to his room, his sexy bubble butt jiggling as he went up the stairs. Chad sprayed the pheromones all over himself as he waited in his room for his girl. As he waited he heard the door knob turn and stood up. “Hey dude we’re going on a beer run wanna come.” The person at the door wasn’t Cassy but his frat bro Shawn. Shawn’s eyes widened as the pheromones hit him. The fellow jock ripped off his own shirt revealing a shelf of juicy pecs and row after row of abs before charging at Chad. Chad met Shawn with a deep passionate kiss tongues wrestling as Chad pushed Shawn against the bedroom wall. Shawn let out a deep moan as Chad groped one of his plump pecs.

Shawn’s pants hit the floor and Chad turned him around before plunging his 8 inch dick deep in Shawn’s virgin ass. Shawn let out another moan “DADDY” he yelped as Chad thrusted deep inside him grunting. Chad was lost deep inside the rhythmic thrusts of Shawns fat ass when Cassy walked in the room. Chad and Shawn barely acknowledged when Cassy screamed and ran out of the room crying.

Chad’s hands were guiding Shawn’s hips as he exploded deep inside Shawn and they fell to the floor. Shawn looked deep into Chad’s eyes “I think I love you bro.” 

“I love you too baby.” 

The rest of the frat was surprised when Chad and Shawn came out as gay but they were supportive. The two of them were quickly the most popular couple on campus with their matching muscles and golden boy looks.