Orc Wasteland

If i find something interesting, maybe i will post here

[i-will-help-you-swim]

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I’m trying to prove something.

[cmoon-rabbit4-blog]

Reblog if your blog is a safe place for asexuals.

[orc-br]

Reblob if it´s ok for a asexual to write TF stories. 

[powerlifters]

[orc-br]

A PROFESSOR NO MORE Now I feel guilty, that´s Professor Melvin Jupiterson, not much a professor anymore. The university got him a job as a janitor nowdays and but he got a sidejob working on a construction crew revonating the north dorms.  It all started back during the COVID-19 pandemy and I was bored as hell alone in my dorm as my roomate got back his home and I was all alone having some online classes. Professor Melvin was the most frequent teacher and he was so sophisticated and smart, I liked his chubby body but he was allways so clearshaven and welldressed. Poor Professor Melvin wasn´t so well prepared for online classes so I offered to help him and installed some malicious softwares on his machine that slowly put some subconscious messages and some brainwashing fringe science technics I learned on my spare time.  It was my favorite pastime during the social isolation, slowly, class by class I was turning my professor into blue collar worker, a redneck, a white trash. This was so hot, I could barely pay attention to class, looking for small details that were changing. His hygiene was deteriorating fast, no more clear shaven each online class, dirty clothings at first, than old clothes until some cheap clothing that looked more like a ranchhand than a university professor.  His accent also were going away slowly, some swear words there, some southern pronunciation after. The other students gossiped that the isolation must have been hard upon him, but just me knew the truth. His memories of a nothern upbringing, studing aand becoming a professor were turning into a infancy in poverty, droping out from school and working hard at a farm. His classes going from medieval literature to drunken musings about how he was buying concrete to craft some bootleg weights so he could workout without going to gym. 

The students complained and stoped showing up, but I was there until the end when he was barely literate, days without showering, hairy like a bear, all dressed in camo and talking some bullshit about how democrats were to blame for everything. Now he was a daddy I could have fun until the end of the pandemy, he obeyed every fetiche of me, never showering once, He got muscle and got some tasteless tatoos. Too bad once I graduate, he will still living in a trailer. 

[dirtywrks753]

[orc-br]

What should I do ?

I used to be a classy and smart kind guy, working on a top pharmaceutical company, wore nice clothes and made a lot of money and had a big house, but was alone and sad. One day I discovered one co-worker was an infiltrated alien from outer space, before I could tell anyone, he hit me with a weird gun and the next moment I was back in my hometown, living on a trailer and no one remember me even finishing high school, what to say going away to college and being rich. Even more weird is discovering that I am now married with Big Jethro, the greatest bully from high school and dumb jock from town, in this reality he only bullied me because he found me hot and didn't knew how to deal with being gay, but when we dropped from highschool together and moved to the same trailer park, he got over his homophobic upbringing and we became a couple. We are happy, and each day is more difficult to remember my old life and I am becoming a dumb fucker, but I can't let that alien do whatever he was planning to do, but if I go back no one will believe in a dirty trailer trash like I am now, and I could lose my soulmate. What should I do ?

[angel-amable]

[orc-br]

Regress 2

Hello, I am Hector's cousin, he asked me to write this for him as he has become illiterate. He is so hairy right now, I guess he is really devolving, he acts like he has never gone to school ever and only think about going to gym or fucking his trailer trash neighbor. . He said that his devolution dumb, hairy and muscle bound, but I guess he didn't made his calculations right as I am sure he didn't plan on turning illiterate. He was really anxious when he noticed words were losing meaning to him.

Now he says that before his thoughts were like a inner voice, now things are like mental image or mental smells, pure concepts that appear in his mind and he picture results and desires. He can still drive and wear Simone clothes. But his hygiene is so bad, he often skip forks and knives eating with his hands and he smells really bad like he don't shower for weeks. I hope this stops soon, his smell is starting making me dizzy...ook..

[orc-br]

Regress

I am devolving, I can feel it. Each passing second I lose a little bit more of my Homo Sapiens Sapiens life, and yet, he is way more than me. I used to watch him at the trailer park at the end of the street. Maybe he wasn't the trashier or a stereotype of redneck southern, but he was everything I seek, burly, dumb, good natured and knew how to laugh. He always were friendly to me, but I felt like a poser, I was raised in a big city, no accent, and I have gone to college and I am still poor. I could never be up to him, but not anymore. I found a way to sacrifice everything to make my dream come true, I already can't remember any class from college and even think college students as smart asses that don't know how to live in the real world. I have muscles and fat, to bad I had to lose height or I could be a huge bodybuilder. My teeth ache a little, but it should be expected...

Ugh..ugh...ook.. hungry...hunt... Argh, must control these caveman urges...me need to tell him how me feel... Fuck.. need fuck..

[cigarbro-deactivated20190904]

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

One minute you’re walking across stage graduating with a masters degree in physics and then the next your standing beside a car with your shirt off and staring face to face with the gas station attendant that you made fun of just hours before for being an uneducated high school drop out. You soon find that you’re cursed to a dim witted existence in a body that has has seen years of hard labor and poor choices. Tattoos that you don’t remember getting and piercings that you are unable to remove. Body hair that grows back instantly and thicker if shaven. You try to escape but every time you wind up right back at the gas station with the same attendant just laughing at you. He calls you spike a nickname that you learn to hate as it only fits your new outer appearance even more. But it’s what happens when you make fun of others and they have a pension for magic. You wind up sharing a world with them in a cursed form of their choosing.

[orc-br]

I don´t remember anything specific of my old life, which college I used to attend, where I used to live, but I remember every detail that I lost. When I got back to my rundown trailer that barely have enough warm water to shower once per week and which I pay almost every buck I worked too hard to obtain to that sadistic landlord (that I know is cheating me somehow, but I am too dumb now to understand), I drink to sleep in with the cheapest beer and liquor around, trying to remember anything that help me escape this shitty life. 

But I get myself caring less and less each day. I am just a dumbfuck cleaner at that small city hospital, everyone is some smarter than me and lookdown at me, I with someday the gas station attedant teach me how to do the same to some people around here. 

[dudi67]

[orc-br]

Hairy as a Gorilla

Adam tried to take out his clothes but all those buttons and buckles made no sense anymore and trying to work them was making him angry. He could feel his muscles growing, specially his back and his belly muscles tearing his shirt apart. His hand was so big and the armas so hairy he couldn´t see skin. 

“ JAMES PLEASE. MAKE ME NORMAL AGAIN !! “ shouted Adam with a voice so low it sounded like a growl. 

“ No, you shaved evey hair of your body and I want my husband as hairy as a Gorilla. Now its literal. “ said his witch husband with so much lust in his eyes that Adam became hard among his shrinking stompy legs. 

“ ME FEEL STRANGE ! I MEAN,,,, I .. ME HARD TO THINK, WHATS  HAPPENING TO ME... * OOK* “ said Adam trying very hard to control his body and feeling. He stoped thinking with words, images and instincts became stronger. He need cock. Pleasure. No... he was Adam... a writer... books... fulll of things.... 

While Adam fought a losing battle against the primate mentality, his back became full of long dark hairs His husband hugged the gorillaman from behind licking the sweaty hairy back, he hold the hirsute ass with his hands crazy with so much pleasure. 

“ No more a gentle hairless nerd. Now you will be a muscle beast, virile and dumb, only good to fuck, eat and sleep. HAHAHAHA !” 

Adam was nomore, the hairy beast grabed James with his handlike foot like a toy mannequin, Adam could be under James spell, but now James was under Adam grasp forever. 

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

Workie part 1?

Working late again Jeff sat at his desk in his office pondering over the new set of data that was just given to him. Production was really down this time of year and if he didn’t find a way to production up he was going to have to find another job and fast. And to top it off in just a little under a week Christmas was going to be here.

Jeff sat in his chair with eye brows pinched together as he could feel another headache coming on. He looked at the clock and seen that it was 5pm and his work day was over. Jeff gathered his things together and headed home. He was walking down the site walk to a recent construction site for a smoke shop that was going up in his neighborhood. He could hear the workers swearing in their everyday language. “Oi feck you Kevin ye dumb cunt. You know I’m right innit”. Jeff looked over and he made eye contact with one of the workers. “Oi fucka wut ya problem mate feck off” said the workie and raise his hand toward Jeff. Jeff began walking faster as he heard the workie making lewd comments about his prick and him being a coward.

When Jeff got back to his apartment he opened a bottle of scotch and sipped on it for the evening. He couldn’t believe how rude the workie was. He acted as thoUgh he didn’t have a care in the world making a scene like that in public. It was around 11pm when he woke up from falling asleep on his couch and he looked out his living room window only to see a star shooting across the sky. Without even thinking Jeff said “I wish I could know what it’s like to be like that workie and not have a care in the world”. Still having a bottle of scotch in his belly Jeff fell asleep again on the couch.

Jeff woke up the next morening when a weird smell assaulted his nostrils. It smelled of cheap cigarettes and weed. He tried to move but he couldn’t. It was as if he was paralyzed. Eventually his body started to move. But out of his control. His eyes opened and he could see that his room was completely different. T was dirty. Littered with Chinese take out boxes and pizza boxes. An ash tray was right beside his bed which was just a mattress placed on the floor. The place looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed in months. He felt sick as if he was hung over and remembered the scotch from the day before. This had to be a drunken dream. His body staggered as if still drunk to a bathroom where his face was immediately plunged to the toilet where he began to vomit. Cheap beer was what it smelled like. When that was done his body began to pull his pants down to take a leak. Something was definitely not right. He now had an uncircumcised cock that looked much bigger and thicker than one he was used to. Jeff began to panic. He fought more and more for control with no luck. His body turned around and he seen the face of the workie staring back at him. His body started to move as if to leave the bathroom while Jeff screamed in his head to wash his hands but the workie just passed the sink not doing so leaving some fresh urine on his finger tips. He staggered to the fridge in the corner and found some of the cheap beer from the night before and chugged 3 cans of it and belched loud. He then lit a blunt and the smell of weed consumed the room followed by cigarettes. A phone buzzes in the corner and he looked at the txt message he got from a man name Rex “Oi Taz get ya foockin ass down ‘ere ya bloody cunt”. Fuck mate his body said. He started digging through the first clothes pile and found a sweat suit with holes and stains. One that had been worn several times before without being washed. The socks came next and they were dirty with dirt and sweat. When putting them on Jeff realized he now had an ankle bracelet on for being under house arrest. His feet were much larger than he was used to and when putting boots on seen that they were a size 15 wide. On his way out the door he grabbed a cap and put it on. He smelt of a construction site and arm pits. He didn’t wear any deodorant and smelled like he hadn’t showered in a few days. The hygiene of this man was non existent it seemed. Eventually “taz” made it to the subway where for his ride to work. Jeff fought a reflection of himself and it seemed as though the look of absolute confusion was permanently plastered on taz’s face. Jeff was still stuck fighting for control over the man. But all he could do was remain a dormant entity possessing a corner of this stinking chav. What was Jeff going to do now?

[orc-br]

23 years passed with Jeff existing as a mere passenger inside the workie body, he had become the witness of his best and worst, of how he lived his life, of how he grew old without ever gaining maturity and of his death in a car accident driving under intoxication. Unexpected to Jeff, he wake back to his body, exactly like he left it 23 years ago. Did it all was only a dream ? No, it couldn't be, he had 23 years of memory living as the workie and he barely could remember his old life as Jeff. He walked around this house, he was back at 2019, he tried opening his computer but he couldn't remember his password anymore, in fact, after living inside the workie for so long, he craved cheap beer and weed.

Jeff tried to go back to his work, but his brain become too used to the carefree life of the workie, he did not cared about hygiene or cleanness or speaking posh like before, after going drunk to work for the third time he got fired. He needed a new work that was closer to the life he felt safe and could be compatible with his new lifestyle, so he started working construction and dressing more chavvy. Eventually he met again the same workie (that was called Cliff) and they become fast mates as they were so much alike. Jeff prevented a bunch of Cliff mistakes and after 23 years prevented his accidental death. Cliff and Jeff became roommates and never more had a worry in life, being uneducated pothead workies to the end of their lives.

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

Well ask and you shall receive. You asked to possess a trucker but said nothing about having crontol. You’re now actually going to see what it’s like to have no control. Meet Hank.

He spends his days smoking a cigar and wearing shag shirt he can find to cover his pecs and tummy. He’s got the mouth of a sailor which shows when he can’t talk without cussing every other word. High school drop but all around mans man. He doesn’t shave and when he does it’s because his bosses make him. You’ll spend your time seeing through Hank’s eyes but having no control. You’ll become used to his mannerisms. Like how he cat calls men and giraffes his hips in public. How he belches and passes gas and makes sure people know it was him. This man has no humility but I’m sure you do. You’ll also get used to the lack of bathing as hank only showers once every other week. I hope you enjoy your new outlook as hank. Next time if you aren’t specific you may end up as his sweaty size 17 dirty socks.

[orc-br]

After a year, life as Hawk was even more of a personal Hell, the man had almost no book smarts, being at the backseat while Hawk missed obvious instructions, made simple grammar mistakes even a middle school student wouldn't make or have trouble counting the change at a gas station was a pain in the ass.

And the man had a huge amount of pain resistance that I don't share, he works most of the time with a huge hangover, and almost every bar he goes he pick a fight and I feel every punch her takes. Once he was late for a delivery and drove 20 hours straight with a grueling toothache that almost drove me nuts and after that he simple tone a dose of a strong moonshine and pulled the tooth out with some mechanic pliers. Arghhh !

[hairybittz]

[orc-br]

Deathbed

Howard was laying on his bed for days, he didn't eat, he didn't drunk water he just cried until he was on the verge of dieing. He was too weak now, but he has accepted it, he has failed everyone in his life, and worst, he has failed himself. The pain was so much and even then Death didn't show up. When he saw the feeble dawnbreak for the seventh time through the closed windows, Death appeared on the bedside.

- You suffered enough, come with me. Said the hooded bones.

- I can't. He made me promise I wouldn't for because of him. Said Howard with a weak voice.

- Then live, get out of bed. Said again the Death.

- I can't live either, big of the pain of my body, bigger is the pain of my heart. It's not me that will make him happy. Said Howard even weaker.

- I can't allow that, it's time for release.

- I just would make him happy. Said Howard as his body at last failed him, in that moment Death saw his heart.

- I know what I have to do. Said Death wavering it scythe. Color for back to Howard skin, muscle filled him as a new life of sports and gym dedication, his feet grew to size 15 with big toes and tan marks. A lot of hair covered all of Howard's body, so much that he looked like an ape, that said, he was shaved on the face and his haircut was fashionable. Memories of wrong choices were wiped from his head, and a simple life at countryside filled it. The new man rose from the bed.

- I was someone else, now I am Carl, he loved someone so much, now I feel like fulfilling that love. It's ok for you to do that ?

- Howard is dead, my job is done. His life is yours. Said Death before disappearing

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

Inspiration!!

I want to write some more stories this weekend any ideas ?!!!

[hairytwosome]

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

Look at this furry fella here makes me think that his husband wished he shared genes with the dog just to make him harrier !!!

[orc-br]

“ Babe, since you brought these new insulin injections you made at your genetic lab I feel so better, full of energy, sometimes I feel like I could just run around the neighborhood, me and Rover are so close lately, I can almost smell his hapiness when I walk him around. But these side effects are strange. I am so hairy, and feel clothes are so hot and constricting. And I am having these strange urges, like yesterday when the delivery man was at the door, I wanted so much to bark at him, I practically spoke growling. And everytime I want to piss, I get myself going at the backyard in place of the bathroom. Do you find any of this strange ? I feel so cloudy lately, I am not sure if I should be worried or not. “  “ It´s just your imagination babe. Now get on all fours and work your big tongue on my cock like yesterday.... Yeah, like this baby. You are such a good boy !”

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

Halloween prankster

Jed was known on the college campus for oullingnhalloween pranks on unsuspecting victims in the town his school was in. Halloween was the one time of year that he went all out and made sure to really raise some hell in the community. Egging cars and houses. Pouring paints on doors and doing whatever destructive activity he could do in order to make his make on the town and the lives of the people that had come to despise him. The past three years he had been escalating his behaviors and with this being his 4th year he knew that this would be his last Halloween to make an impact before his university years were behind him. He had been amping his antics over the whole month of October and had caused countless damage to property. There was even a man that owned a local construction company name Jon that had publicly stated that he was going to bring Jed down. He made an announcement on social media and on the news that he was waiting for his chance to get the young troublemaker in the act so he could teach him a lesson and this was when Jed decided that he was going to get Jon on Halloween to show him who’s boss.

Halloween night came and Jed had made his way through the Forrest behind Jon’s house with a plan in mind. The construction company owner lived in a small mansion that had beautiful achitrcture everywhere. To bring him down and show him who’s boss Jed was going to destroy it. He had a plan to rig booby traps around the property that would go off over the next few days causing constant wreckage on the property for Jon. The last bit was going to be setting fire to Jon’s prize flower garden that he had in a green house that was just out back close to the woods.

Jed has finished putting up his traps and was heading to the greenhouse. Once in the greenhouse he was baffled by the gorgeous flowers that were surrounding him in the humid heat. With his gas can ready he started to pour the gas on the flor and walk around the shed. He was about to light the flame when he heard some foot steps behind him. “Happy with your work I hope!” Jed turned around immediately ready to fight only to be blinded by some dust that Jon blew I to his face. Jed fell to the ground rubbing his eyes and shouting in pain. The powder absorbed into his skin and he was finally able to see again. “The fuck old man. What do you think you’re doing !”

“I could ask the same of you sonny boy” Jon said crossing his arms. He seen the lighter my Jed’s feet. “Looks like you’re up to no good like always. If you burn this shed down you’re going to regret it every day for the rest of your life”.

Jed smirked and grabbed the lighter. “I regret nothing old man !” Jed lit the fire and quickly ran away before the old man could catch him. Back in the forest he could ha e swore that he heard Jon yelling as he lost his prized flowers....or was that laughter. The full moon lit Jed’s way home that night and he could not be more proud of his deeds that destroyed something someone else has worked so hard for. When he got back home he grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to his room. He chugged the beer and took a shower to get himself clean of the dust that was blown on him. He couldn’t see any of it but just felt it there. When he was clean he got comfy and fell asleep on bed ready for classes that would follow the next day.

Waking up the next day proved to be a challenge for Jed. His whole body aches as if every fiber of his being had been over worked. It took a couple tries for him to open his eyes and manage to keep them open without falling asleep again. Jed ribbed his eyes and froze immediately. A beard. He felt a beard. And he couldn’t grow one. With this he shot up in bed only for pain to shoot through his back making him yell in against in a voice that was not his own. This voice was deeper and more gruff. Looking down he seen a beer guy where abs once were and the guy was covered in hair. He staggered out of bed and to the bathroom to see what had been done to him. Jed was taken back. He was an exact copy of Jon. AN EXACT COPY.

His arms were now much larger than they been before as well as his pecs. His gut stuck out and he could feel the weight pulling him forward. All the whole he noticed the hair that now covered not only the front of his body but the back of him too. He knew he needed to get back to Jon’s house and figure out what the man had done to him. He managed to find a pair of pants that fit him but there was no luck with a shirt. And to top it off his feet had exploded in size. He used to wear a 11size shoe but now his feet resembled that of a clown. He couldn’t even slip his towed into his old shoes now from the boat size monsters being so wide. He started to walk toward the door to leave when his beer guy started to gurgled. On auto pilot he body walked to the fridge and pulled the case of beer out. 12 beers sat in front of him and one by one his large hairy hands opened them and forced him to drink them. When all 12 were finished Jed let out a large belch and when doing so he could feel his stomach tighten and harden as it pushed out just a little more than what it had before. Shocked at what had just happened Jed tried to stand up to run to the door but being drunk now stumbled the whole way. He made it out of the apartment. And slowly stumbled through the woods back to Jon’s house.

He walked up to the house and banged on the door. Jon answered the door and just chuckled. “What did you do to me !” Jed demanded.

“I told you that you’d regret your decisions. I decided that the best way to make you learn a lesson was to have you walk a mile in my shoes so to speak. Temporarily of course. But then you burned down that darn greenhouse and what. You’re stuck now sonny. Or should I say bro. Since you’re literally my twin now. Well almost. I made some changes. An insatiable appetite for beer. And I’m sure you’ll notice all too soon that your body sweats a lot more than any normal man now. Body odor to match too.” Jon made sly poke at the ball gut that Jed now had. “Yup already the bigger twin haha”. Jed just started sobbing. “It’s not gonna be so bad bro. You’ll work construction with me after you fix everything you broke. Hell you’ll only be able to work at my business now what with your body odors and that beer problem you now have. Plus I’m pretty sure you’re going to find that you can’t go more than an hour without having a cigarette now. Welcome to you’re new life Jed. My little smelly twin”.

[orc-br]

Jed of course tried to fight it, he tried to return to college, but he couldn't remember anything from his classes or even most things about high school. In that place he had a lot of construction know how, sport facts and tobacco trivia. Jed tried to take constant bathes, but his hygiene skills where nowhere to be found, he could care about soap or deodorant anymore, and keep forgetting to do laundry. His tastes in clothing changed he only felt comfortable wearing flannel and denim or used clothing from blue collar types.

With nowhere to run Jed had to choose between living with Jon or going homeless. At least Jon's house had beer...

[jock-man-spence-deactivated2020]

Life changer

Heraldo had been on vacation for about a week in England and was roaming the streets trying to find a new site to visit. He wanted to see everything the country had to offer and with his vacation coming to an end in the next day he was adamant about getting in any site seeing that he possibly could. He was walking through a park when he seen a man sitting on some railing smoking a cigarette. The man was starting at Heraldo as he came closer to him. As he was about to pass the man the scally looked at him and said “ay fucka ya wanna fag?” Heraldo being thrown off by the question shook his head because he didn’t smoke. The man reaponded angrily shoving the cigarette at him saying “don be a puss mate and take the fag!” Feeling pressured to smoke Heraldo did so while the man said “aye feelin betta now ain’t it mate”. Heraldo couldn’t help but notice that he felt light headed, almost high. He started to walk away from the man when the fag was done only to notice that the man was following him. Soon he noticed that walking was gettin harder for him to do and his movements were getting more sluggish as he continued to move. Everything went black.

He woke up what he assumed was hours later and the man who offered him the fab was standing over him. “Aye mate you’re awake.” He was panicking and didn’t know what to do. He was in a living room that he did not recognize. But his attention was soon diverted when he noticed that he was ot wearing his clothes anymore hit rather those that belonged to someone else. They were designer clothes with a em brands showing so people knew they cost lonely and he seen a chain around his neck that looked cheap and fake. But what really threw him off was the ratios that now were on his arm and more so that he was no longer tan but white ! “Aye what the fuck your do to me mate !” He said with anger only to be thrown off by his thick British accent. His voice sounded deep and dumb. Putting his hand to his throw he felt the stubble that was now beck and a goatee that was on his face. The man look at him and started laughing “I needed a new mate. Someone to really raise hell with now that ma other one is gone. But I wanted a mate that was like me if not worse. So I made one. You gonna find it hard to understand lots of stuff mate cause your new identity dropped out of high school. You also got some serious anger issues mate. And some serious addictions to cause we gonna party mate. I’m going to call you Orcey. Here mate finish this beer and smoke this fag and yo fee all proper like normal”. Orcey couldn’t fight the temptation as his new body took the fab and beer and consumed both. He could feel an anger burning him that was always there but not the smarts to do anything about it. His mate had made him into a scally and he could tell his destruction had only just begun.

[sycoarcher]

[keepembloated]

So much beef and belly.

[orc-br]

It was no use, Nicholas just wanted to relax on a holiday in the country, so he heard a friend recommendation about YouTube hypno videos and tried a video called Dumb Redneck Trucker. At first everything worked ok, he relaxed, enjoyed his beer, went to a country music concert, it was so well that he decided to extend his holiday another week and when the hypno started to wearing off, he watched it again, but forgotten that his cousin computer was set to loop the videos and crop the last seconds where the hypnotist released the trance. He stayed under trance all night watching the loop until his cousin found him at the morning.

Now the hypno ain't wearing off and is in fact getting stronger. He had urges to buy cheap clothing at Walmart, and he felt so hard wearing them, he started speaking with a thick accent and he was only happy eating meals at truckstops. When he got back to his workplace everything felt wrong, his suit disgusted him, the computer didn't make any sense and he kept looking to the roads missing the traffic and freedom. In the end he quit his job and bought a huge truck and some cans of tobacco chew, he put a lot of weight and his beard grew wild. Maybe someday the hypno will wear off, but until then he would live with his hunk of a cousin and be a rebel at heart.

[varedneckthings]

[jockboy12xxx]

Fucking hot. A redneck pig. Country boys who Fuck and have fun all day

[orc-br]

He had escaped his family fate, he studied hard, he finished high school and went to college. He was smart, clean, and fit. He had ambitions and planned a career for himself. But he has been stressed for a little while, and so his boyfriend hypnotized him before summer break so he forgot about anything that stressed him while he was away from college. The problem is that he forgotten about college and ambitions and never came back again. Now he became a redneck pig just like the rest of his family. Uneducated, dirty, and a slob. His greatest ambition is tunning his big truck with the colors of his favorite beer. At least he never got stressed again.