Nonam

[stupidhimbo]

Getting a call from your old highschool bully saying that he was sorry was not something you expected. Turns out he was kinda projecting and was always too horny about you, and now he wants to pay for what he's done by being the best bf ever. That includes fucking you so hard you pass out.

[angelhimb0]

Lmao bitch you thought you’d be equals? Just because your bully worked through his insecurity about fucking dudes doesn’t mean he’s any less of a brutal abusive apex predator. Within a week of blowing your back out, that cocky confidence comes back. He makes you fix his meal prep, controls where you hang out, even starts controlling your money and friends. You’re not his partner, you’re just the tightest twink ass he can find and he makes it clear that he owns you

Be grateful a toxic god like him wants you

[higherarchic]

muscle bully wins again

[higherarchic]

so casual in his overwhelming dominance. big paw controlling air flow. big biceps controlling movement. towering physique preventing escape. toxic testosterone fueled brain thinking demented thoughts like @angelhimbo’s

[mindyourbod]

One (Not So) Small Suggestion

I knew I'd struck gold when I met my boyfriend Aaron.

I had a habit of falling for straight acting masculine guys. Those deeply closeted "bros" who think hitting the gym somehow makes them less queer.

Aaron was very far removed from my usual type. He wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't aggressively macho or constantly posturing either. He was always quick with a smile, a hug, a kiss... and I loved it.

But after a while, I realized there was still one thing I was missing.

See, the reason I kept ending up with those big buff jerks is because... I just love muscular guys.

At one point, I'd been at my wit's end trying to get an ex to stop treating me like shit all the time, and I'd downloaded this whole bunch of hypnotism stuff. I made him a few files with some simple suggestions... problem was, he thought it was "too gay" to listen to something like that.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but on a whim, I made some files for Aaron too. I made sure to keep his personality intact - because, after all, I love him - but I threw in some suggestions to eat healthy, start going to the gym, and focus on prioritising fitness.

A couple of months in, and my sweet boy had packed on 20 odd pounds of muscle. He'd started picking me up, and on one very memorable occasion he actually pinned me to the bed before showering me with kisses.

I was planning to stop there. Even that little change made him my perfect guy. But then Aaron said something that changed my mind.

Aaron told me it made him feel closer to me, having my voice in his ear while he was at the gym, that he felt so safe drifting off listening to me.

I knew I should probably come clean and tell him that I'd been using them to hypnotise him, but... well, first of all, it sounds ridiculous, and second... I was scared of how he'd react.

So instead of doing the right thing and telling him the truth, I made him a new set of files. I really liked how he'd started being more confident, so I gave him some boosters for that. I also made him focus more on lifting and on bulking up, telling him he enjoyed getting bigger for me, that he loved feeling like my big buff protector.

And look, maybe I overdid it. Aaron took to the new instructions like a fish to water, and within a couple months he'd already outgrown his wardrobe. Again.

But I couldn't stop. I was enamoured with this enormous guy he'd grown into, so sweet and gentle with me and so imposing and burly otherwise.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point, and I told him the truth. But... look, I couldn't risk him getting scared and ending things, okay? So just in case, I put in a small suggestion in the files, telling him that maybe he liked being hypnotised, and maybe he got aroused by the thought of me moulding his body.

So when my sweet Aaron told me he'd scored some back alley supplements from a guy at the gym, gave me his best puppy dog eyes - despite the hulking bod and scruffy beard - and asked me to make him a new set of files and help him get HUGE... I couldn't say no.

We've just celebrated our anniversary, and the mountain of muscle that throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and lumbers around from how wide his thighs have gotten is nothing like the cute boy I fell for. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's one of those closeted guys who pump themselves up with mass since they're scared of looking queer.

Except underneath all the excess bulk, body hair, and testosterone, it's still Aaron underneath it all. Just as lovely and as sweet as he was back when he was nearly 200 pounds lighter.

I really did strike gold with him after all.

[sissydollfordaddy]

He bullied me all through high school and college. I couldn’t stay away from him, he had a strange hold on me. He gave me pills to take, and encouraged me to become a girl. He made me come out as trans, and move in with him as his girlfriend. He rewired my sexuality, and dominated me in the bedroom, and in public. Now, I’m clinging to his big, muscular arm like a little girl as I introduce him to my parents. It’s so embarrassing how little control I have over my life. I know that my parents are imagining me getting married to him and becoming his sweet obedient housewife. The worst part is, I am imagining it too, and I want it more than anything in the world. 

[reformhim]

Callum & Easton: A Twinkification Mystery

Callum had always moved with a calculated confidence. At 6'0" and a solid 185 lbs, his space in the world was defined by discipline and quiet strength. He liked the ritual of his life: going to the gym, wearing fitted tees that showed off his defined chest and arms, and projecting a naturally dominant energy. He was used to leading, to being the one in control. His reflection—defined by a strong jawline, thick brows, and visible chest hair—was a source of pride.

Then he met Easton.

Easton was few inches shorter and bounced with energetic athleticism. He loved to show off and gain attention and had a bit of a rugged edge, with a full beard and thick hair dusting his legs. For Callum, the attraction was a jarring, physical surprise. Initially, it was just admiration for another guy's physique, but as they shared the small, crowded dorm, that admiration began to warp into something darker, more consuming.

And something in Callum was beginning to vanish.

"You look... lighter, Cal," Easton said one afternoon. He was leaning against the doorway, shirtless, the masculine presence that used to be Callum's birthright now radiating off Easton like heat.

The First Erosion: the changes began subtly, like a slow-moving virus. The first thing Callum noticed was his appetite. The meals he needed to maintain his bulk became impossible to finish. He wasn't trying to lose weight, but the pounds were sliding off him. His broad shoulders seemed to round and pull inward. His biceps, once like coiled rope, were thinning over.

"Just... shifting my workouts," Callum lied, pulling a loose hoodie tightly around himself. He was already down 30lbs, a loss that felt like an admission of failure.

Then came the body hair. One morning, showering, he realized there was no morning stubble to shave. His chest hair and simply vanished. And the hair that used to generously coat his legs had thinned out dramatically... all that was left was a whispy happy trail on his lower stomach and a very light layer of soft, light hairs on his arms and legs...

His skin looked naked and disconcertingly pale. It was a humiliating, silent subtraction. He avoided mirrors for days and tried to keep his entire body covered.

He reached into the basket and pulled out a pair of brightly covered briefs. They weren't his...

Awkward Concessions: the first true embarrassment hit during their shared laundry day. Callum was folding a pile of clothes, trying to ignore the way his own skin felt—fair, smooth, and frighteningly delicate. He was already developing the "overall twink aesthetic" he had subconsciously always resisted.

Easton noticed the pause. "Those are mine... I mean they belong to someone I hooked up with the other night" he said, stepping close, his hand brushing against Callum’s now slim wrist. "But you could probably wear them now, couldn't you?"

Callum’s stomach dropped. He caught a glimpse of himself in the communal mirror: 5'10", maybe. His naturally soft, youthful face was flushing a deep, betrayed red. He dropped the underwear as if it were hot coal. "No. I'm... I'm still me, Easton."

"Are you?" Easton’s gaze was unsettlingly possessive. "Because you look like you’re fading away, Cal. And I think I’m the only one who sees it."

The Need: the denial became harder as the physical shifts accelerated. By mid-semester, Callum was 128 lbs. Standing at 5'8", he was practically dwarfed by the clothes he used to fill. His style had shifted out of necessity; he was living in oversized tees and short shorts/sweats, a "simple, comfy" look that emphasized his developing lean, slight frame and soft jawline.

He found himself dressing carefully, unconsciously accessorizing with a thin necklace, a tiny concession to a aesthetic he was fighting with every fiber of his being. He was developing a vibe he couldn't hide: soft, approachable, and deeply clingy.

"What is happening to me?" Callum whispered one night. He was sitting on the floor by Easton’s bed, wearing only a pair of his own gray briefs and an oversized white tee that slid off his shoulder. His now hazel eyes were wide with an almost desperate vulnerability.

Easton got up and knelt in front of him. His hand, warm and rough, slid under the collar of the tee to rest on Callum’s smooth, hairless chest. "You’re changing, Callum. And you’re used to being in control, aren't you? This must be terrifying."

Callum’s breath hitched. "It is."

"But you need me, don't you?" Easton’s thumb traced the faint happy trail that was the last remnant of Callum’s masculinity. "You want to belong to me."

Callum couldn't deny it. The need was a physical ache, a yearning for Easton’s strength to ground him. He craved the validation Easton was offering, the permission to finally stop fighting.

"Calvin Klein," Easton noted, his voice low and vibrating against Callum’s side. "You look beautiful in them."

The Give: The defining moment came during a movie night. Easton was sprawled on his bed, and Callum had subconsciously shifted so he was leaning against Easton’s legs. Easton’s hand began to move, a slow, calculated sweep down Callum’s back. He stopped at the waistband of Callum’s gray briefs.

Callum was mortified. He was soft. He was pretty. He was a twink lying on another man's bed, wearing the specific underwear he had once found humiliating. But the humiliation was dissolving, replaced by an intoxicating surge of relief.

"Easton..." he started, his voice cracking, lighter and softer than he could have imagined months ago.

"Just let go," Easton whispered, pulling Callum fully into the curve of his body. "You don't have to be the strong one anymore. Just be mine."

Callum let out a breath he felt he had been holding for the entire semester. He gives in. He was no longer the 6'0" pillar of masculine energy. He was a 5'8" young man with boyish charm and submissive energy, whose features were full lips and a delicate cheekbone. He was small, he was soft, and as he curled into Easton’s embrace, he knew that for the first time in his life, he didn't need to control anything. He just needed to be loved.

[arabsucker]

His will is so much stronger than yours

He's growing bigger whilst your formerly large build is withering away.

'why were you out alone'

'who were you talking to earlier'

his inquisitive nature is only there to protect you but it subtly reminds you that are slowly but surely losing your free will. you cannot leave the house without his permission which he rarely gives.

you must wear modest clothing when you are out with him - but of course he is allowed to flaunt his progress in the gym.

he loves others attention whilst you get none.

your thoughts feelings emotions are blanketed covered by religion until his cock wants attention and then you come alive

[frozenthrall]

Scholarship

30 days before annual Ashworth Math Competition

First week..

Sitting at his table, Leo was looking over the package that arrived earlier this morning. It came from a scammy site that promised to help him with his problems. It was a small package of powder that was supposed to slow cognitive abilities of whoever took it. The best part? It was undetectable, and by the end of the month, irreversible. Although Leo didn't really think it would work, he was desperate and desperate people do... Whatever it takes to win.

Ren, his roommate was the only obstacle standing between Leo and the Ashworth Scholarship. Full tuition, a stipend, and a guaranteed spot in the graduate program... The only issue was that there could only be one winner. The mathematics department would make their final decision based on the upcoming regional competition, and Leo knew, with the cold certainty, that Ren was better. Not by much. But enough.

Ren had that thing Leo lacked - genuine brilliance. Numbers sang to Ren. He didn't just solve problems; he understood them. Leo had to grind, to bleed, to sacrifice sleep and social life and anything resembling normal human existence just to stay neck and neck with someone who doodled fractals in the margins of his notes for fun.

It wasn't fair.

Thankfully, Leo seemingly found a solution. Even if it would just give Ren headache, he would be happy. Now, the side effects were listed in small print: Increased muscle density, heightened testosterone production, and some other. Unfortunately for a math genius he didn't bother too much to read everything a site had to offer as he was blinded by his wish to win...

Ren was already in the kitchen when Leo emerged from his room, feigning casualness. The dorm's shared space was small but functional: a mini-fridge, a microwave, a single counter that Ren was currently leaning against as he stirred instant noodles in a bowl.

"Morning" Ren said, his voice still raspy with sleep. He was tall, six feet even, with the hunched posture that made him look a bit smaller than he actually was. His dark hair was a mess, his glasses slightly crooked. He wore a threadbare t-shirt with a Star Wars reference "You're up early." Ren added

"Couldn't sleep," Leo said, which was true enough. "I was thinking about that equation we were trying to solve yesterday..."

"Tell me about it." Ren yawned, his jaw cracking. "I've got this theorem stuck in my head. It's like a song on repeat. I was dreaming about it."

Leo's jaw tightened. Of course he was. "Coffee?" He said with a soft smile

"God, yes." Ren said unsuspicious, simply craving a drink right now.

This was the moment. Leo moved to the counter, his back to Ren, and poured two mugs from the pot he'd brewed minutes earlier. The powder was already in his palm, a fine white dust that looked exactly like sugar. He tipped it into Ren's mug, stirred it once, and watched it dissolve completely. 'I hope this works...'

He handed Ren the coffee. Their fingers brushed. Ren smiled, genuinely, warmly, the smile of someone who considered Leo a friend. "Thanks, man. You're a lifesaver."

"Don't mention it," Leo said, dismissing it with his hand, as he watched Ren drink with a smirk crawling up his face...

And to his luck... The first signs came within few days

Leo had spent the day in the library, running through practice problems until his eyes burned. When he returned to the dorm, Ren was at his desk, staring at his laptop with an expression of mild confusion.

"You okay?" Leo asked, hanging his bag on the back of his chair.

"Yeah, just... I don't know. Feel weird." Ren rolled his shoulders "Like, sore. But I didn't work out or anything." He added standing up a bit to stretch.

Leo's pulse quickened... Was it already working? "Maybe you're coming down with something." He said trying to hide a smile as he thought of possibilities

"Maybe." Ren stretched his arms overhead, and his t-shirt rode up, exposing a strip of his stomach. Leo frowned. Was it his imagination, or did Sam's midsection look... tighter? Less soft?

"You been eating differently?" Leo asked, keeping his voice neutral, unsure if the powder could react so fast or was his imagination playing tricks on him...

Ren shrugged. "Just been hungrier than usual. I destroyed a whole pizza at lunch. Didn't even feel full." He laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "Weird, right?"

"Nothing weird about it. You were just really hungry probably" Leo said dismissing Ren's concerns.

By end of the week, Ren had stopped wearing shirts in the dorm.

Leo walked in from a late study session to find his roommate sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, a sheen of sweat on his body despite the air conditioning being cranked to maximum. The change was undeniable now. Sam's chest, which had been flat and undefined a few days ago, now sported the faint outline of pectorals. His shoulders looked broader, straining the straps of his backpack when he bothered to carry one.

"Dude, I don't know what's happening to me," Ren said, not looking away from the TV. He was watching a mixed martial arts fight, something Leo had never seen him do before. "I went for a run this morning. Just felt like it. And I ran like, four miles. Didn't even get tired."

"That's... good?" Leo offered, not wishing to raise suspicion. "Means you are in good shape..."

"It's weird." Ren finally turned to look at him, and Leo felt his stomach drop. There was something different about Ren's face. His jaw seemed squarer, his brow heavier, his eyes somehow... sharper. Did he know something?

"I tried to study today. Sat down with my notes and just... couldn't. The numbers looked like gibberish."

Leo manufactured a concerned expression, still trying to play a role of a supportive best friend. "Stress, probably. We've been pushing hard."

"Yeah." Ren scratched his chest absently, the motion drawing attention to the new definition there. "Maybe." He sniffed his armpit and made a face. "God, I reek. I've been sweating nonstop. It's like my body's on overdrive."

"Shower might help."

"Yeah, maybe in a minute." Ren's attention drifted back to the fight. One fighter had the other in a chokehold, muscles bulging, sweat flying. Ren leaned forward, his eyes bright with an interest "This is actually pretty sick. You ever watch this stuff?"

"No." Leo replied in an instant, not even remotely interested

"You should. It's way better than I thought." Ren flexed his arm unconsciously, watching the bicep rise. "I kinda want to try it. MMA, I mean. Or maybe just hitting the gym. I feel like I've got all this... energy."

Leo sat down at his desk, pretending to open a textbook. His heart was hammering. Were these signs of mental decline... Or just a new interest he picked up...

Second week

Leo was woken by a crash. He bolted upright, disoriented, to find Ren standing in the middle of the room, staring at a broken lamp on the floor.

"What happened?" Leo asked.

"I don't know." Ren's voice was deeper. Noticeably deeper. A rumble rather than the soft tenor he had a week ago. "I reached for it and just... knocked it over. I didn't even touch it hard."

He bent to pick up the pieces, and the seams of his t-shirt gave way with a long, slow tearing sound. The fabric split down the back, exposing a landscape of new muscle - trapezius muscles climbing his neck, lats flaring out to create a V-shape that hadn't existed before, it was... Magnificent.

Ren straightened, holding the ruined shirt in one hand. He stared at it, then at his body, then at Leo.

"What the fuck is happening to me?"

There was fear in his voice. Real, genuine fear. For a moment, Leo felt a stab of something like guilt. This was Ren. His roommate. His friend, even, before the scholarship had poisoned everything between them. But then Leo remembered the Ashworth. The future. The tuition.

"I don't know," he said. "But whatever it is, it's good, no?"

"Maybe." Ren was still looking at his own body, flexing his hands, watching himself in the mirror . "But... I don't know. I do feel kind of... good? Like, really good. Strong. I did push-ups this morning. It felt really nice to be active. You should try it sometime " Ren grinned, and even his grin was different too. Cockier. "Didn't even break a sweat. Although... I'm always kinda sweating now. But you know what I mean, bro"

He tossed the ruined shirt aside and walked to the bathroom, his chest wider, his feet landing heavier. Leo watched him go, noting the way his thighs seemed thicker, the way his boxers were straining across ass that had definitely grown.

The powder wasn't just working. It was exceeding expectations. If things went accordingly to plan... He was sure to get that scholarship~

Third week

Ren had stopped going to classes. It started with sleeping in. Then it was "I'll catch up later." Then it was silence, an unspoken acknowledgment that catching up was no longer possible. The textbooks sat untouched on his desk, gathering dust. His laptop stayed closed. Instead, Ren went to the gym.

He'd joined on a whim, wandering into the campus fitness center after a morning run and deciding to "try some lifts." From the first session, he was hooked. He came back that day with a manic light in his eyes, babbling about "the pump" and "feeling the burn" and a dozen other phrases that sounded like a foreign language coming from his mouth.

"Bro, you gotta come with me," he said, dropping his gym bag on the floor with a heavy thud. "It's insane. I bench-pressed like, two plates. First try. People were staring."

"Two plates?" Leo didn't know what that meant, but it sounded impressive.

"Two-twenty-five." Sam grinned, flexing his arm. The bicep rose like a softball, veins snaking across the surface. In two weeks, he'd gone from a soft-bodied academic to someone who looked like he'd been lifting for years. How was it even possible? What even was in that power... "Coach came up to me after. Asked if I played football in high school. I told him I was on the chess team and he couldn't believe it!" He laughed, a booming sound that filled the room. Leo forced himself to laugh along. "The chess team. Can you imagine this" Ren said pointing at himself "On a chess team. I bet my opponent would give up on sight due fear" Ren shook his head, the motion slower than it used to be.

Leo was looking. It was impossible not to look. Ren had grown. Not just muscle; height. He'd been eye level with Leo two weeks ago... A bit taller. Now Leo had to tilt his head up slightly to meet his eyes. The doorframes were becoming a hazard. And Leo only came up to his chest...

"Speaking of chess," Leo ventured, "we should probably review for the competition. It's in two weeks. The Ashworth is riding on it." He said testing the waters

Ren's face went blank. The word "Ashworth" seemed to register, then fade, like a stone dropped into deep water. "Right. The scholarship thing." He scratched his jaw, which now sported permanent stubble, the hair coming in thicker and darker than before. "Honestly, bro, I don't know if that's my thing anymore."

"What?" Leo's voice came out sharper than intended. He was honestly surprised there for a second "Ren, you've been working toward this for three years." Leo didn't even know why he said that. Perhaps he felt guilty about this whole situation... Did he go to far? Perhaps there was time to reverse the changes after competition.

"Yeah, but..." He struggled, visibly, to form the thought. "Math just doesn't... click anymore, you know? It's like trying to read a language I forgot. When I'm lifting, everything makes sense. The weight goes up, the weight goes down. Simple. Math's all..." He waved a hand vaguely. "Fuzzy."

Fuzzy. The word echoed in Leo's mind. He was definitely getting dumber... Ren's brain was literally being rewired to prioritize physical prowess over intellectual capability.

"Well," Leo said carefully, "if you aren't interested, perhaps you should not come. No use in just taking space among nerds there"

"Yeah, nerds" Ren's smirked "I'm better off not being there, spending time on something more important" He clapped Leo on the shoulder, and the force of it nearly knocked him off his chair. "You're smart, bro. Always thinking. That's why I keep you around."

Keep you around. Not "that's why we're friends." The phrasing was hierarchical now. Dominant and subordinate. Jock and his nerd.

The next evening, Ren brought a girl back to the dorm.

Leo had never seen Ren with a girl before. The old Ren was too shy, too awkward, too lost in his own head to even attempt flirting. Not to mention gay. But this new Ren, the one who walked with his chest puffed out and his shoulders back, apparently had no such difficulties.

Her name was Tiffany, a blonde cheerleader with eyes that never left Ren's body. Leo sat at his desk, trying to study, while he heard sounds coming from Ren's room. He stared at his textbook, the symbols blurring. He could hear them kissing, the wet sounds amplified in the small room. He could smell Ren's cologne, something cheap and musky that he'd bought at the campus store. He could feel the vibration through the floor as Ren shifted his weight...

"God, you're huge," Tiffany whispered.

"All natural, babe."

Leo's stomach turned. his was only a start of the night of loud moans and whimpers had just began... How much stamina did Ren have now?

Fourth week

By the start of week four, the old Ren was dead.

Leo knew this with absolute certainty the moment he woke to find his textbooks dumped on the floor, replaced on his desk by a pair of massive, sweat-stained sneakers. Size sixteen. They reeked of the gym and locker rooms.

"Sorry, bro." Ren's voice rumbled from the living room, completely unapologetic, as Leo went to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Needed somewhere to put 'em. Your desk was empty."

Leo turned. Ren was sprawled on couch that now seemed comically small beneath his frame, wearing nothing but a jockstrap that struggled to contain its contents. His body was a masterpiece of excess… shoulders like boulders, pecs thick that were probably bigger than most women's boobs, abs carved so deep they looked like a washboard. His thighs spread wide, taking up space, legs wide as tree trunks. He was easily 6'5" now, maybe taller, and every inch of him oozed that salty musk…

"My textbooks were there," Leo said quietly.

"Were they?" Ren didn't look up from his phone. "Didn't notice. Hey, you gonna eat that?" He gestured at Leo's untouched breakfast, a bowl of oatmeal.

"I was planning to."

"I'm fucking starving, dude. Be a bro." It wasn't a question.

Leo watched Ren consume his breakfast in four massive bites, oatmeal dripping down his chin. When he finished, he tossed the bowl onto couch, leaving a smear of saliva and oats on the sheets.

"Clean that up, yeah? Thanks." He said without even looking at it, Leo cleaned it, not wanting to argue...

But definitely the worst part was the smell.

Ren's body now produced a constant, pungent musk that saturated everything. The dorm reeked of it. A thick, masculine odor of sweat and hormones and something else, something almost chemical. Leo would come back from class and gag on the air. His clothes absorbed the smell. His bedsheets. His hair. So they both lived in Ren's stench, a constant reminder of who owned the space.

Arguably the only thing worse than smell would be the noises. Ren's libido had become monstrous. When he couldn't find a girl, which was rare, but happened, he would handle himself with a complete lack of shame. The wet, rhythmic sounds filling the dorm at all hours. Leo would lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep while listening to moans coming from Ren's room.

"Bro." Ren's voice cut through the darkness one night, rough and commanding. "Bro, come here"

Leo mumbled from his room. "What?"

"You heard me. Get over here."

"I'm trying to sleep."

A low, humorless laugh. "I don't care. I got a problem and my hand's not cutting it tonight. You're gonna help so I can get to bed too. I have practice tomorrow"

"Ren, I don't-"

The lights flicked on. Ren was standing beside Leo's bed, completely naked. And between his legs, jutting upward was something that made Leo's mind go blank with terror. The powder had changed everything. Ren’s dick was enormous, grotesquely, almost comically endowed, thick as Leo's forearm and pulsing with visible need.

"You see this?" Ren gestured at himself, a smirk playing on his lips. "How am I supposed to sleep with this thing asking to be fed? It's so hungry bro.."

Leo's heart stopped. "What?"

Ren casually wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly "And now you're gonna help me. Like good roommates do.. Get on your knees."

"Ren, this is insane. I'm not-"

"Did I ask?" The smirk vanished. Ren's face hardened into something cold and cruel. "I said get on your fucking knees bitch"

Leo's body moved before his brain could catch up. Fear was a powerful motivator. He slid off his bed and approached, trembling, his eyes fixed anywhere but the massive thing Ren was stroking.

"Good boy." Ren's voice was a low, approving rumble. "Knew you'd see it my way."

Leo knelt on the cold floor, his mind screaming at him to run, to fight, to do anything but what he was about to do. But his body wouldn't obey. Ren loomed over him like a skyscraper, blocking out the ceiling light, casting him in shadow as all Leo could see when he looked up was a shelf of pecs that blocked his view of Ren's face. Maybe for the best. The smell was overwhelming this close… musk and sweat and something primal that made Leo's head swim.

"Open up," Ren commanded, one massive hand gripping the back of Leo's head. "Don't make this weird. A mouth's a mouth. It's not gay if you don't think about it. And don't you dare use teeth. Else" he said squeezing Leo's back, just enough to send a message. “You already know what'll happen”

But you used to be gay, Leo thought. You had a boyfriend sophomore year. You cried when he transferred schools. But that part of Ren doesn't exist anymore. Ren's existence had been erased and replaced with this towering, aggressive, painfully stupid alpha who viewed Leo as nothing more than a convenient hole.

"Come on, bro. I don't got all night." Ren's grip tightened in Leo's hair, pulling his face forward. "I told you I had practice tomorrow morning, I need to be rested. So you better suck on it like your life depends on it and be honored you are even allowed to touch my cock"

Honored. The word was so absurd Leo almost laughed. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Ren pull him in as he choked on the massive thing, barely fitting it into his mouth while not to start crying.

Afterward, he spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, brushing his teeth until his gums bled, scrubbing his face, trying to erase the taste and the shame. When he emerged, Ren was already asleep, sprawled on his back, still naked, still half hard somehow with his dick still leaking small amounts of cum over his sheets.

Leo barely slept that night. He laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Ren's breathing. His jaw ached. His pride was in tatters. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered: You did this. This is your monster.

The next morning, Leo tried to assert some fragment of normalcy. "The competition is Saturday," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to prepare. I need quiet."

Ren was doing push-ups on the floor, one-armed, his free hand scrolling through his phone. He didn't look up. "Cool, bro. Have fun with your nerd party."

"It's not a party. It's a mathematics competition. The Ashworth Scholarship is-"

"Yeah, yeah, free money. You said." Ren switched arms, his bicep bulging obscenely. "You know what else is free money? My scholarship. Coach talked to me again. They wanna give me a full ride. Football. Coach says I'm 'a natural talent.'"

Leo's stomach dropped as he repeated "Football scholarship?"

"Hell yeah. Gonna be the star player. Coach say I'm the biggest guy he's ever seen walk onto the field. And I'm still growing." Ren stood up, stretching, and Leo watched in horrified fascination as his lats flared out like wings. "They're gonna pay me to smash people. Best deal. Ever." He grabbed his gym bag and headed for the door, ducking slightly to avoid hitting his head on the frame. Before he left, he paused, looking back at Leo.

"Hey, bro? Clean up a bit while I'm gone. This place smells like a nerd died in here."

The door slammed. Leo stood alone in the silence, surrounded by the wreckage of his plan.

Friday night. Twelve hours until a competition.

Leo was at his desk, reviewing his notes one final time. The equations were solid in his mind. If he could just get through tomorrow, just show up and perform, the Ashworth was his. Ren was no longer a threat. Ren couldn't solve a basic algebra problem anymore. The scholarship was Leo's by default.

"Bro."

Leo didn't turn around. "What?"

"Got a problem."

"You always have a problem. Handle it yourself."

A low chuckle. "Feisty tonight. I like that." The floorboards creaked as Ren approached. "But here's the thing. I already handled myself three times today and it's not enough.” Ren's hands landed on Leo's shoulders, massive and heavy, kneading the muscle with casual ownership. "Tiffany's out of town. Some cheerleading thing. So it's just us tonight, bro. Lucky you."

"I'm studying." Leo replied trying to get Ren off his back

"You're always studying." Ren spun Leo's chair around, forcing eye contact. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna do what you did the other night. Then you're gonna do it again. And again. And again. Because I said so."

"No." The word came out before Leo could stop it. "I have the competition tomorrow. I need to sleep. You can't just-"

"Can't just what?" Ren's voice dropped, the playfulness vanishing. "Can't just what, bro? Say it."

Leo's throat closed. He stared up at the monster he'd created, at the thick neck and the square jaw and the eyes that held no recognition, no friendship, no mercy. This wasn't Ren. This was something else wearing Ren's skin.

"You think you're better than me?" Ren leaned down, his face inches from Leo's. "You think your little math contest matters? It doesn't. You know what matters? This." He flexed his arm, the bicep rising like a mountain. "Power. Strength. The only things that actually count in this world. You're smart, bro, but you're weak. And weak people serve strong people. That's just nature."

"I'm not your servant."

"No." Ren grinned. "You're my roommate. Which is even better. You can't leave. You can't escape. You're stuck here with me, and I'm gonna keep getting bigger and stronger and hornier, and you're gonna keep helping me out. Forever. Sound good?"

Leo didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat was too tight, his eyes burning with tears he refused to shed.

"Good talk." Ren straightened up, his shadow swallowing Leo whole. "Now. Knees. We're gonna be here a while." He said... And truly, by the time they were done, Leo lost count how many times did Ren cum into his mouth, but before passing out, he could swear he saw a sunrise.

Day of the Competition

Leo's alarms didn't go off.

He woke at 10:47 AM, gasping, disoriented, the morning light slicing through the blinds. The competition had started at 9:00 AM sharp. Registration closed at 8:30. He had slept through all of it... slept through his alarm, through his backup alarm, through the third alarm he'd set on his phone.

He grabbed his phone. The alarms were all disabled. Every single one. And there, in the notification history, a message he hadn't sent:

"I can't make it. I'm withdrawing from the competition. Sorry for the late notice."

"No" he breathed. "No, no, no-"

"Morning, bro." Ren said casually with a smirk

Leo whipped around. Ren was sitting on the edge of his bed, already awake, already dressed in gym clothes, a protein shake in his massive hand. He looked... content. Satisfied.

"You," Leo whispered. "You turned off my alarms."

"Did I?" Ren took a long sip of his shake, unbothered. "Must've been an accident. Your phone was making noise while you were asleep. Figured you needed the rest."

"You sent that message."

"Which message?" Ren's grin was a knife. "The one where you quit? Yeah. I helped you out with that. You were really stressed and tired last night after I was done with you. Said you didn't even wanna go. So I made it easy for you."

Leo launched himself off the bed, fury overriding reason. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The Ashworth was my only chance! My entire future was riding on that competition! You've ruined everything!"

He was pounding on Ren's chest with both fists, his blows utterly useless against the wall of muscle. Ren didn't even flinch. He just looked down at Leo with something between amusement and pity.

"You done?" The giant smirked

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" Leo shouted

"Yeah, I know." Ren grabbed Leo's wrists with one hand, effortlessly restraining him. "But here's the thing, bro. You're not going anywhere. You missed your nerd party. You're stuck here. With me." He pulled Leo closer, his breath hot and sour against his face. "So you might as well make yourself useful again, I can't go into gym with a morning wood"

"Let me go." Leo tried resisting, but it was all for nothing.

"After you are done with your job. Oh and don't worry. Coach called. It's official, I got the sports scholarship. Full ride. They're announcing it Monday. I'm gonna be a star, bro. A legend. You should be happy at least one of us gets a scholarship." He released Leo's wrists, shoving him backward onto his own bed. "And if you don't want to end up on the street, I suggest you start taking very good care of me. Every day. Because that's what good roommates do."

Leo sat on the edge of his bed, defeated, hollowed out, as Ren stood and stretched, his massive body blocking out the sun.

"Life's pretty good, you know?" Ren said, almost to himself. "Got the scholarship. Got the girls. Got you to handle the rest. What else could a guy need?" He laughed, taking out his dick in front of Leo's face and smacking him with it. "Open wide roomie" he said showing that monster inside Leo's mouth.

But Leo didn't protest or cry... he was too broken to feel anything as he sucked Ren's dick to the best of his abilities, chocking and gagging on it as Ren pushed into Leo's throat, not caring if the other boy could breathe or not. Everything was going so well... He was so close to getting that scholarship and now... Now he was stuck as Ren's cum dump... Forced to do whatever his roommate wanted if he wished to even get a penny and pay his school year...

After finishing inside Leo, Ren just pulled his shaft out of smaller boy's mouth. "Damn, that was good. You are getting better. I like how tight your throat is, how you squeeze me. You are better at this than Tiffany. Speaking of which, she is coming tonight. Tidy up the room and go somewhere. I can't be seen with a faggot like you " Ren said grabbing his gym bag and leaving the room

[abolsolutemuscle]

[tragon029]

My baby brother was the golden child of the family and things gotten worse after went from the skinny no body to this hulking muscular meat head, our parents would still give him what ever he wanted and one day I gotten really annoyed with my brother yelling at my frustration that everything just gotten handed to him while I had work hard to achieve my goals and received no help from anyone, he didn’t believe me so we made a bet that would be impossible for him to win that was to allow our parents to let him marry me his older sister. He then started taking me on what we called brother and sister outings that were to an outsider a romantic dates like a couple and on one of our sibling date we went to the movies and he did the whole dick in the popcorn bucket and when I noticed what he had done I was shocked on how big and thick it, after that I grew jealous of any girls that tried flirting with him and I began wanting him all to myself and began sneaking into his bed then eventually our relationship had officially became sexual when ever we were alone or thought we were alone we would fuck and boy he was amazing best sex I’ve ever had then it was the day I lost the bet when he asked our parents if we could get married and they agreed, they said do what ever makes you happy and my life in the household improved not as daughter and sister but as wife and dil.

[hardmanfucker]

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

You heard me. Tell them you aren’t coming and tell them it’s because I didn’t give you permission. Let me listen as you say it. It’s time you came out to your friends and family about how it is with us.

[sissysgaydreams]

Hello? Hi… I uhh, I’m not gonna make it tonight.

Well, because… I’m sorry but, I have something to tell you…

A while ago, I met this guy. He was… very, umm, pushy. Really aggressive actually, and he started bullying me.he made me do things… humiliating, degrading things… god, I’m so ashamed… but I couldn’t help it- I was so intimidated and afraid, I just did what he said… when he bought me panties and dresses and sweaters and skirts, I wore them. When he ordered me to get on my knees and please him, I got down. When he made me do his housework, I obeyed. When he made me lick his boots clean, I licked. It just became my life.

No, please, let me continue. See, the more he abused me, the more he used me, the more he feminized me and treated me as a girl, the more effeminate I felt, the more I felt controlled, even owned by him. And somehow, over time, it just… it began to feel right. I began to see myself as a girl, and I began to see him for what he really is- not just some alpha male bully, but a truly superior man. I still feared him, but I also realized I was in awe of him. It all started to make sense- he was a man who deserved to be served, and being so inferior to him, it only made sense that I should be serving him. So I started to see it as a privilege. I started to feel… fulfilled in obeying him, whether it was a mundane task like doing his laundry, or a more… physical… sexual demand, instead of resisting or fighting it, I began to put my best efforts into and wanted to show him that I… umm, wanted to… to please him. And this is when he started to be nice to me. As long as I was respectful, obedient, and… submissive… to him, he would became gentler with me, tender, caring. Of course, he is still very strict, and he still disciplined me severely whenever I deserved it, but, even that, I came to realize was for my own good. It made me better- it helped me to be a better… slave for him. Which is what I am- his slave. His devoted, loyal, dedicated sissy slave. I’m his.

I’m so sorry, I know this must be hard for you to hear… it’s even harder for me to say it all out loud, but you see, he made me tell you. He’s here right now listening to me say all this, insisting that I explain how it is with us. So I won’t be coming over tonight because he has not given me permission to do so. He wants me here with him, at his beck and call, serving his every whim. And because he hasn’t given permission to go elsewhere, it is where I prefer to be too… I don’t expect you to understand, but I hope you’ll accept it because it will never change, unless he wants it to.

[misctf]

A Surprise Gift

“Are you fucking for real dude?” Jim slammed the door to their apartment and stumbled toward the couch, “I was this close.” He sat down and stared daggers at his roommate.

“She wasn’t interested bro.” Eric replied, “You were acting like a fucking creep.” Jim muttered a few curse words under his breath, “Sober up.” He tossed him a water bottle.

“Fucking cock blocker.” Jim whined before chugging the water, “She would’ve been lucky to...”

“You say that about everyone. Its gross man.” Eric sighed, “Look, I’m going to bed. You should too. And clean up the kitchen tomorrow. I’m tired of all the dishes in the sink.” Jim shot him another dirty look and stumbled to his bed.

“Fucking asshole.” Eric mumbled, hoping to forget this stupid night out. 

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The next morning, Eric stumbled out of his room in just a pair of gray boxers. It was Sunday and he had a few things he needed to get done- mainly study for an upcoming exam and exercise. And of course, Jim was up playing videogames.

“Did you start on the dishes?” Jim glared at Eric, and before they could continue bickering, someone knocked on their door.

Jim mumbled something about it being too early, as Eric walked over and opened the door. Sitting in front of the door was a white box, addressed to Jim.

“Hey Jim, you got something.” Eric said, placing the box on the counter, “Any idea what it might be?”

Jim smirked, “Probably from one of my admirers.” He chucked, walking over and tearing open the box, “See dude, this is what happens when you... what the fuck?”

Eric couldn’t help but laugh at the contents of the box. Whoever left it had a sense of humor. There were several dick shaped lollipops, all of various sizes and colors. Jim looked mortified as he inspected them.

“Was this you dude?”

“Wasn’t me.” Eric replied, walking over and inspecting the contents, “Maybe someone’s trying to tell you something. You gonna try one?”

“No fucking way man.” Jim grimaced in disgust, “This mouth doesn’t suck dick. I’m throwing this shit out.”

Eric chuckled, “I’m not that insecure about my sexuality.” He said with a grin, plopping one of the lollipops in his mouth, “Besides, don’t you like doing it with guys too?”

Jim smirked, “I get sucked or I fuck. Not the other way around. I’m not some hole.”

Eric wanted to call Jim an asshole, but was at a loss for words. The flavor of the lollipop was intense, coating his mouth with an intoxicating sweetness. He began sucking vigorously on the lollipop, earning him a look from Jim.

“Yo dude, you enjoying that?” Jim chuckled.

Eric’s eyes widened, “Damn,” He chucked in embarrassment, “It’s pretty good.” He looked at the time though and sighed, “Shit I need to get ready. Finish those dishes, okay?”

But the rest of the day just didn’t feel right to Eric. Likely from the booze he told himself. His workout was shitty and even studying felt useless. Material he mastered was almost as confusing as when he first started. Feeling defeated, he headed back to his apartment.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Jim asked, his eyes never leaving the TV.

“Not much, just feeling off.” Eric replied, absent mindedly grabbing another lollipop and sucking on it, “Just gonna get ready for bed and start fresh tomorrow.” He stumbled to his room, collapsing onto his bed and drifting to sleep.

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The next morning brought no relief. In fact, Eric felt worse. As he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed things were off. Maybe it was the lighter color of his hair, or the fact that his triceps and biceps looked less swole. Same with his pecs and legs for that matter. He poked at his pec and grimaced. It felt less firm, almost as if the muscle behind them was breaking down.

“I just need to work out.” He mumbled.

He threw on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, noticing that they seemed baggy on him compared to their usual tight fit. He probably fucked them up in the laundry. But he was running late- he didn’t have time to worry.

“See yA lAter!” He called out to Jim- his voice cracking, which caused him to turn red with embarrassment.

Jim raised an eyebrow and watched as Eric grabbed another lollipop, “Hey dude, maybe...” But before he could say anything, Eric was gone.

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Eric sighed as he returned to the apartment later that day, feeling defeated. He couldn’t focus on the review session his professor was leading. Every time he looked up, he couldn’t help but stare at some of the men in his class. More specifically their muscular arms, sexy smiles, and facial hair. While Eric never seemed to notice those things before, it was all he could focus on during class.

“Hey mAn.” Why the fuck did his voice keep cracking?

Jim looked over at Eric, “Woah dude, you don’t look so good.” He walked over to his roommate. Eric blushed when he noticed Jim wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

He must’ve just worked out. Eric could smell his musk and couldn’t help but notice how big his arms appeared. The heat from his body was radiating, and without thinking, Eric placed a hand on his roommate’s large pec. It felt so good- so firm in his grasp.

“Woah dude, what the fuck?” Eric’s hand shot to his side. He looked down, deep in thought and trying to make sense of his actions.

Before Jim could speak again, Eric grabbed another lollipop and fled to his room, slamming the door and collapsing onto bed, tears stinging at his eyes.

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The following morning, Eric awoke and daintily hopped out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom. He found himself needing to pull up his boxers to prevent them from sliding off his skinny waste. When Eric rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared in the mirror, he jumped.

“Wh-what the fuck?” He whispered, his voice more high pitched and feminine, “Where’d my pit hair go?” He mumbled raising an arm above his head, “Fuck what happened to my muscles?” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. 

His hard earned muscles- tokens of his masculinity- all seemed to have shrunk down to nothing. His abs that he worked so hard on were gone, replaced by a thin layer of fat. He spent years working to get his body to peak athletic performance. Even a few days of underperformance at the gym shouldn’t have reversed his hard earned gains. He needed to get help... Jim could help him, right? Jim always looked good. So muscular and manly. Eric shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I kinda look like the guys Jim brings home” He whispered, a strange pride rising from within him, “I-I need to talk to Jim”, He left to find Jim. But as he did, he noticed the dishes still piled in the sink, “Hmm I should take care of those for Jim. He works so hard.” He thought, deviating from his path and grabbing another lollipop. If he was going to do the dishes, he might as well treat himself.

And when he finally finished, he treated himself to another lollipop. Barely remembering why he wanted to talk, he went to knock on Jim’s door. But the sound coming from the other side stopped him- the unmistakable sound of some porn video. And he could hear his roommate moaning.

With each masculine moan, Eric’s mind was melting. Why was some porno making Jim moan like that? Especially when he could make Jim moan like that? The thought of pleasing Jim... it was intoxicating. And as these thoughts violated his mind, he reached down and massaged his ass. He imagined Jim- his sweaty body, his big muscles, his huge dick- grabbing and slapping his ass And as he teased his asshole, Eric’s eyes began to widen- what the fuck was he thinking?  

He scurried back to his room, forgetting that he had an exam today. Instead, he sat there, sucking on another lollipop, and trying to make sense of what was happening to him. All the while, unaware that his ass was starting to fatten up as his dick shrank.  

_______

Eric stumbled out of his room a few hours later, hungering for another lollipop. His ass was massive now- nearly spilling out of his tight boxers. At least they weren’t loose anymore. But his gait had shifted too. He would never be able to walk again without showing off his ass with his sexy saunter. No one would ignore it- especially not Jim.

“Dude...” Jim said, looking up from his videogame, “Fuck...”

Eric’s face turned red, “Dude, I don’t...” He tried to find another lollipop but they were gone, “Bro! What happened to all the...?”

“You ate them all.” Jim said, walking over to Eric, “Shit, what happened to you dude?”

But Eric was near tears, “I need those lollipops, please.” He whined, “They’re so good.” And without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Jim’s muscular torso and sobbed into his pecs.

Jim smirked. Since when was Eric so short? And damn, when did his ass get so fuckable? The jock cupped Eric’s chin and stared deeply into his eyes.

“Eric, I don’t know what happened to you.” He said with a grin, “But if you wanna suck cock so bad, why settle for those stupid lollipops?”

Eric looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to reply. Jim slowly pushed Eric to his knees, never breaking eye contact. And Eric, despite the voice in the back of his head screaming for him to stop, pulled down Jim’s shorts. His roommate’s monster of a cock slapped him in the face.

“Go on.” Jim encouraged, “I think you owe me for all the times you cock blocked me. Right roomie?”  

And with that, Eric wrapped his lips around Jim’s thick cock. The sensation was even more intoxicating than the lollipops. It filled his mouth- the saltiness dancing across his taste buds, while the smell of Jim’s manly musk invaded his nostrils. Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jim thrust his cock deeper and deeper into his formerly straight roommate’s throat. And with each thrust, Eric’s hair became lighter and lighter- until settling on platinum blond. At the same time, Eric’s mind was breaking down. His interest in sports disintegrated- he would email his coaches that he was quitting the team. His desire to succeed in school was replaced by a need to suck and get fucked- he would drop out of school tomorrow. Any decency or respect he commanded was drowned in a sea of lust- a need for cock. Any cock, anywhere. Eric’s eyes became vacant and glazed over as the remainder of his intelligence, kindness, and ambition disappeared into the void. And when Jim caught the dull, submissive, slutty look in his roommate’s eyes, he came.

_______

It had been a few weeks since then and Eric continued to serve his sexy roommate. Jim would go to practice and classes, while Eric would take care of things around the apartment. And when Jim would return, Eric was happy to provide him with either his mouth or ass. Sure, it was a surprise to when he came out as gay. And an even bigger surprise when he dropped out of college. But Eric hadn’t a care in the world. Just a hole- as Jim called him.

As he spent another day cleaning up after Jim, he heard a knock at the door.

“OMG is Scott here already?” Eric sang. Jim was nice enough to let the other members of the team use Eric when they needed. But Eric was disappointed to find just a letter addressed to him, “Hmm okay then.” He whined, opening it.

His vacant eyes read through the letter. Something about an apology. That those lollipops were meant to teach Jim a lesson for using others as nothing more than holes. That this wasn’t what they wanted. That there could be a way to reverse this. Eric giggled- a voice screaming from within his mind to reverse it. To call the number left on the letter and return him to his prior self. But Eric shrugged and tore the letter- the voice in the back of his head now sobbing.

“Reverse this?” He giggled, “Not a chance.”

[misctf]

The Better Boyfriend Program

FILE: Brody McClane

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Brody's Day 1 Vlog

Hey everyone, Brody here. So yeah. Megan and Paul roasted me mercilessly. I mean, I knew I wasn't perfect but damn. Guess I didn't realize how bad I must seem to them sometimes. First time I've seen those two agree on something in a long time.

So that's why I'm here at this Better Boyfriend Program. Can't say I'm too excited. Paul's boyfriend apparently sent him here too and they broke up anyway. But whatever. If they want to spend money to send me to some spa and fitness retreat, I'll take it.

But yeah. They uh want me to record myself each day, to reflect or some shit. Feels kinda weird but whatever. So I got here late last night and met my roommate, Phillip. Pretty cool dude actually. Bit of a dweeb but seems nice enough. This morning started with an icebreaker session. Met a bunch of other guys all here for the same reason - becoming better boyfriends.

After that, I had my first aroma therapy session. Felt pretty relaxing honestly. Lots of different scents, oils, candles. Made me feel calm and centered. Definitely needed that after the stress of the past couple days. Okay, that's it for today. Feeling pretty wiped out. Hope tomorrow isn't too crazy. Later!

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Brody's Day 2 Vlog

Alright, Day 2. Woke up feeling pretty refreshed actually. Had my first spa appointment with Michael. Super friendly guy. Michael gave me a thorough facial, cleaned my pores, applied masks and creams. Then he shaved my face, which was kinda strange since I usually rock the stubble look. But he assured me it was part of the process. The cream he put on afterwards felt amazing though, super moisturizing. Skin looks great now. Might have to pick some up for home. Saw Phillip again during lunch. Dude smells different than yesterday, more woodsy and earthy. He and the other guys gave me shit for smelling all floral. I'll talk to Michael about it.

Later, spent the afternoon by the pool. Let me tell ya, these guys have some pretty impressive physiques. I should ask them for some tips. But I'm feeling inspired to start hitting the weights more often…Phillip came over to chat for a bit. Still super chill, easy to talk to. Told me he was enjoying the program so far. Me? Eh, still trying to wrap my head around it all.

Gonna crash early tonight. More treatments in the morning. Hopefully won't be too intense. Catch you later!

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Brody's Day 3 Vlog

Wow, Day 3. Where do I even begin?

Had another session with Michael. This time, a full body massage. At first he seemed really focused on my lower back and glutes. Kinda awkward tbh. Told him I wasn't into it and asked him to focus on my upper body. He switched to working on my arms and pecs instead. Also asked if we could switch to a manlier smelling oil. He said it wasn't necessary, that the current blend was carefully curated for me. Whatever, I can handle a few jokes at my expense. But the massage itself was incredible though. Most relaxed I've felt in ages.

Hit the gym after that, hoping to bulk up a bit, but the trainers steered me towards cardio and squats instead. Kinda sucked watching all the other guys get to lift though. Their girlfriends are gonna be so lucky by the end of this.

Afterwards, had a therapy session. Discussed toxic masculinity and control. Never really thought about it before but I guess I do have some toxic traits. Something to work on moving forward I guess.

Caught up with Phillip briefly. He's starting to fill out, gaining muscle. Looking real good. Hard not to stare, haha. Gotta stay focused though. Off to bed. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Until then!

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Brody's Day 4 Vlog

Whoa, Day 4. Things are really picking up speed now.

Met up with Michael again. Focused was on my ass this time. I know I wasn't comfortable with it the other day, but I guess I needed this after those squats. Midway through he started showering me with complements. Called my ass smooth, curvy, perky… Really putting the moves on or what? Haha. Joking.

Anyways, the massage ended up feeling pretty great and my butt does feel firmer, so hey, progress! Went to my second therapy session after that. Talked mostly about Megan's bestie Paul and being gay. Never really considered what it means to me personally. Makes sense I suppose, since I'm straight. Definitely made me think twice about some of my preconceived notions. Always good to challenge yourself.

Ran into Phillip again, who's now going by Phil. Holy shit, he's gotten hot. Face squared out, jawline sharper. Clothes hugging his frame perfectly. Caught myself staring multiple times. Phil noticed and playfully called me out on it. I told him he was looking swole. He told me I was getting cute and slapped my ass. Would've brushed it off before but… I liked it. There's something hot about Phil's confidence.

Not sure what else to say. I don't really know how this'll make me a better boyfriend, but hey, trust the process.

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Brody's Day 5 Vlog

Can't believe it's already Day 5. Time flies when you're constantly pampered, I guess.

Went for my massage and Michael proposed something different. Asked if I'd be down to get waxed. Thought about it a bit, I mean, a real man should be hairy, right? I held off. But after they, sent me to aroma therapy to relax. Smells in there were intense but worked wonders. Calmed me down completely. Thought a bit more about getting waxed and you know what? Fuck it. Some guys really rock the clean-shaven look.

Turns out I was way hairier than I realized. Back, chest, legs, groin… Man, feels strange being completely smooth, but I could get used to it. Guess I'll have to because Michael slathered on some "special cream" that supposedly prevents regrowth. Kinda freaked me out to be honest. Especially since Megan seemed to like my chest hair. But I have to trust the process.

In the evening, we had a group reflection session. Everyone shared how the program has affected them so far. A few talked about feeling more open-minded. Others said they were connecting with their bodies differently. Personally, I couldn't stop glancing at Phil across the circle. God he looks like one of the guys from the team now... Speaking of which, wonder what the guys on my football team would think if they saw me now. Whatevs. Should probably get some sleep.

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Brody's Day 6 Vlog

Man, Day 6. Can't believe I'm this far along *giggles*. Alright, alright *clears throat*.

Started with a meeting with the program director. Told her I was dating a woman, not sure why that mattered to her but she acted pretty surprised. Didn't elaborate though, just said I'd benefit regardless and we're pretty deep into the process by now.

After, I went for my usual massage. But Michael was joined by some kind of sex therapist this time, who asked about how I like to pleasure myself. Kind of on the nose, but I'm not ashamed. She told me that she wanted to help me explore alternative pleasure sources for men, outside of the "nontraditional." Sure why not, right? But totes wasn't expected them to put a vibrating plug up my ass. I wanted to freak out, but fuck... Could barely focus for the rest of the day with that thing buzzing away. Did teach me how good ass play can feel though… Megan might need to invest in a strap-on. Definitely see the appeal of being the "receiving partner" or whatever that sex lady said. Who knows.

Therapy was a struggle because of the distraction but we got through it. Kept zoning out, thinking about Phil and his progress. Speaking of Phil, he's downright sexy. Reminds me a bit of Paul. Paul... Fuck...

Anyway, Michael came to remove the toy. Asked if I enjoyed it. I admitted I did. He smiled and said that was good, that I was making excellent progress. Part of me felt ashamed, like I betrayed my masculinity somehow. But the rest of me was eager for more. That's all for now. Need a cold shower.

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Brody's Day 7 Vlog

Okay Day 7… Where do I start? Therapy was all about exploring homosexuality and sexuality as a whole this time. Talked a lot about sexual dynamics between men. Top vs bottom, roles, etc. When she asked what I thought, I'll admit I judged the hell out of being a bottom. Didn't seem very masculine at all. But after discussing expectations, dynamics, communication needs… I'm starting to rethink. Look at me, expanding my worldview.

Wound up thinking about other men in my life. Realized Phil probably makes a strong top based on his build. And yeah, Paul definitely falls into that category too. My bros on the team? Fuck yeah, they'd be tops. But me? I don't know. I thought I could be a top, but the more I think about it, the less certain I am. Especially when I think about guys like Paul and Phil. They're so big and muscly and hairy... I... I guess my time away from the gym really did a number on my gains. And the waxing too really... Fuck, whatever. The therapist told me to think about it.

Not sure how knowing that fits into all this. Maybe that would make me a better boyfriend? Knowing how to switch things up and take turns?

Oh fuck... How could I forget the other big event today? Michael gave me a very thorough handjob during our massage today. Used this special oil that made my dick ultra sensitive and tingly. Came embarrassingly fast. He said that was normal and that I shouldn't be embarrassed. Easy for him to say. Does he even know he's the first dude to get me off? Fuck... I can't tell anyone I know about this...

But things got even more intense. That sex coach? She brought in a dildo and started teaching me a proper blowjob technique. I balked- there was no fucking way I was gonna ever need that. She told me to keep the dildo with me and reconsider.

Admittedly, I got bored in my room while Phil was at the gym. Had nothing else to do, so practiced on it until I felt like I had the hang of it. Don't know if I'll ever use those skills, but I kinda had fun. Of course Phil walked in all sweaty, and saw me sucking off a thick, pink dildo. Luckily he was cool about, told me he could give me the real thing if I wanted. As if...

Feeling a little overwhelmed honestly. Only a few days left now.

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Brody's Day 8 Vlog

I... I want to go home. It's Day 8 and everything feels so wrong. Okay, so normally I wake up rock hard. But nope. Flaccid this morning and stayed that way. Shouldn't matter right? Except… My ass felt good though. My hole? Fuck... I keep fingering myself in private. It feels so amazing. And my dick? Nothing... It's so useless.

Didn't see Michael today which bummed me out more than it should. Been craving his touch, which is so messed up… fuck! Like, I couldn't do anything today. My ass feels so empty and I hate it. Like I NEED something inside. It's driving me insane. So I did it. That dildo? Went to the bathroom and fucked myself with it. And... And I saw myself in the mirror... I'm not me! I'm hairless, skinny, and I look so pouty and desperate. I wanted to say something! To someone! But... Phil walked in and oh em gee... Muscles upon muscles, hairy chest, bulging crotch… Goddamn. Pure testosterone. Can't tear my eyes away, so I just watched him play videogames but really I was salivating over the bulge in his boxers.

What am I saying? How the fuck did this happen to me? This isn't me. I don't drool over other men. How is this supposed to make me a better boyfriend? The thought of doing anything with Megan is so... icky. But someone like Phil? Or Paul? Oh fuck... Paul...

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Brody's Day 9 Vlog

Oh honey, Day 9. It was… sooooo enlightening.

First up, had another sit-down with the therapist. Girl was ready to break it down for me, bless her heart. Explained that the Day 8 blues are totally normal, happens to everyone nearing the finish line. Helped me sort through my fears and confusion. Basically said I ain't the same Brody I was when I stepped foot in this place. Which I could definitely tell. The real question is - who am I now? Who am I meant to be? And then she drops the bomb - I gotta choose a new name. One that represents my true self.

Took me a minute to wrap my head around that. New name? What the hell. But I went with it. Played around with a few options. Nothing clicked until I landed on BJ. Short for Brody James but also… ya know. Perfect fit for the new me! The therapist was thrilled, told me I was embracing my identity. And I felt good about it too. Excited even. Ready to step into this new chapter.

Next up, a visit with the sex therapist. Now THIS girl was a trip. She wanted to get deep into my feelings about my sexuality. Had to really examine how I view myself. Gay, bi, pan? Top, bottom, vers? Submissive, dominant? The whole shebang. Initially denied it all but I could tell she wasn't buying it. So I owned up to it. Told her about the dildo and what I did with it. Admitted I'm gay as fuck and love taking cock. She cheered, high-fived me, said I was making leaps and bounds.

So during the group share, I came clean to everyone. Yelled it loud and proud - I'm gay, I'm a bottom, and I ain't gonna apologize for it! The boys cheered, patted my back. Never felt so accepted in my life.

And afterwards? Went back to my room with Phil. Decided it was time to put my new skills to use. Dropped to my knees and sucked his fat cock until he exploded down my throat. Best. Day. Ever.

But y'all know who I REALLY want though? Paul. Gonna beg him to fuck my fat ass. I'mma be such a good little cumdump for him. Oh yes ma'am, I'm ready. I can't wait to see everyone tomorrow!

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When the doors opened, Megan nearly dropped her purse at the sight of Brody - or that man they said was Brody. This was someone else entirely. Megan gaped at the slender figure practically pouring out of skimpy crop top and booty shorts that showed off his pert ass. Her mind reeled. This wasn't possible. What the actual fuck?

Paul smirked beside her, eyes roving hungrily over the twink's thick ass. "Fuck, you're better than I imagined." he purred, sauntering forward.

"Paul." BJ practically moaned, as his ass clenched with need.

"Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you?" Megan was staring wide-eyed, turning now to face Paul, "What the fuck!?"

Paul shrugged unapologetically. "Like I said, hun, I had a special itinerary planned for him, and it looks like he responded real well." He smiled, "See, when I went through it, my ex had me become a total dominant top." He sighed, "He couldn't handle me or my needs. But now…" BJ practically melted into his arms, "I've got the perfect little boyfriend. Sorry Meg, but consider this payback for always siding with my ex."

"You bitch!" Meg stormed off, leaving the new couple standing at the entrance.

"Paul?" BJ clung to him, "Can you take me home?"

"Of course, babe." Paul purred, pulling BJ flush against him. "Let's go home and I'll show you exactly what a real man can do."

BJ shuddered in delight, his holes already aching to be filled. He had been so patient, such a good little twink. And now he would get his reward. His life as Paul's boyfriend- his personal fucktoy- was just beginning. And he was so ready.

[missgreatabs1732]

Spring Break

You dad had given your sister a stern lecture about being a good girl whenever she had left for spring break. He always specifically reminded her not to be with any guys, and stay with her girl friends. Well he never gave you any such advice. Now here is his little “son” on spring break and getting introduced to dressing as a girl. You let your girl friend do it to you the first day just to get it over with. You let them take you down to the beach in a sweater and a short skirt. Under that you wear all strapped into a cute bra and had your legs shaved and your nails done. You laughed and let them take a couple pictures hoping that would be the end of it.

Well it wasn’t, and now here you are a few days later continuing to explore your girly side. You had gotten bold enough to wear a bikini to the beach, and the boys were not going to leave you alone. They constantly hit on you but you secretly enjoyed the attention. You smiled with one very handsome young man whose muscles and large frame had really caught your eye.

Later he invited you onto a boat, and of course you couldn’t say no. You were about to find out just why your dad had always warned your sister so often. But you couldn’t stop yourself, and you couldn’t stop him from cementing your future as a girl

[r58tr]

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

But are you REALLY sorry? I’m not sure. You are very manipulative. I believe you may need further punishment and more pain.

[rgates123]

Your step dad believed in complete and total obedience as the alpha male of the house. While you initially stood up to him, his dress shoe punting your balls full force quickly taught you what happens if you resist his authority. Soon though you found that even the smallest infraction meant he was coming up with crueler and crueler punishments after he got home from work. Today, after he said he wanted to recreate that first moment he taught you your place and proceeded to bounce your balls off his dress shoe three times, he has decided that you still need more punishment.

While using your swollen balls as a brush to polish his dress shoes to show that the most important part of your body is worth less than a real man’s shoes was his first idea, he has come up with something far more sadistic. Since he noticed your cock involuntarily chubbing up as a natural response to the ball breaking abuse, he has decided he has no choice but to stomp your cock head directly to punish you for manipulating him into giving you any pleasure from the pain he meant to inflict.

Better make your begging him to stomp it more convincing, he’s already convinced that you’re not nearly sorry enough and will need to be punished even more. All to think you used to call yourself the man of the house only to have lost your manhood, only figuratively for now, to a true alpha male.

[sissysgaydreams]

I really just like the clothes… dressing in such soft, feminine things makes me feel so…

What? You.. brought me flowers? Awwa, that’s so sweet of you…but…

Yes, of course I love them, but…

Yes, they do match my sweater…

What’re you doing?

I’m not…

I…

You like me? Ohhh, umm… okayyy… oh, it’s okay, yeah, you can put your arm around my waist…

You’re really tall…

You smell really good…

Oh god, I think… I’m just kind of melting right now…I …oh god, I guess I must be…I guess I am gay…

[sissysgaydreams]

It was a very strange day when my bully gave me this dress. He’d been torturing me worse than usual, calling me names like “fairy” and “sissy”, and beating on me until I was crying. When he finally stopped, he made me apologize to him for being such a faggot, and of course I did it, weeping and shaking uncontrollably. Then, he knelt down next to me, and put his hand under my chin, raising my face to his. “I got something for you,” he said, smirking, “a little present, and if you can stop sobbing for a minute, I’ll give it to you-“.

There was something in his voice I hadn’t heard from him before. Instead of his usual threatening, intimidating tone, it sounded calm and sympathetic, as though he was feeling bad for all the abuse he had been inflicting on me for so long, and it actually made me calm down too.

He handed me a large rectangular pink box and as I took it from him, he gently raised his hand and wiped my hair from my face. I was so confused. What was going on? Why was he being so… nice?

“Go ahead,” he said with a smile, “open it.”

I opened the box to find long, sheer dress. I looked up at, confused.

“Do you know why I’ve been so mean and cruel to you all this time?” he asked, and before I could respond he said “it’s because I know you’re all the things I call you. You are so clearly a sissy, and it upsets me that you just don’t get that. You see, I’ve really been trying to help you accept yourself for what you truly are. So if you want me to stop bullying you, all you gotta do is tell me you know you’re a sissy faggot, and agree to come on a date with me tomorrow night.”

I thought about arguing. I thought about telling to go f himself. But instead, for some reason, I started blushing and said “okay, thank you”.

I spent that night and all the next day nervous and scared, and I fully intended not to go through with it, but somehow, when it came down to, I found myself putting on the dress he gave me. And when I took it out of the box, underneath the dress, there was eyeliner, eyeshadow and some lip gloss, and a bottle of perfume, so I used them too, and went to meet him, feeling ashamed of myself and absolutely terrified.

When I saw him, I approached tentatively. I’d never seen him like this- He looked nice, dressed in a suit, clean shaven, smiling! I found myself feeling nervous that he wouldn’t be pleased with how I looked. He stepped up close and took my hand, holding it softly. “There you are…” he said with a smile, “the real you… feminine, dainty, sweet looking. How do you feel?”

A wave of happiness flooded over my shame then, and I answered in a soft, feminine tone, “uhh, nice… thank you,”. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling safe and protected by the same man who I feared so much for so long. I realized then that he was right about me all along, and I felt so grateful to him at that moment, that all I wanted was to repay and reward him in any way he’d let me, and for him to make me his girl in every way…

[master4betas]

Great story. You sissies can resist all you like, but we both know if I gave you such a pretty present, this is pretty much exactly what would happen to you.

[monsterclosett]

[marriedlife]

Lotta things are going to be changing now we’re married. Lotta things about you, babe, your body, your attitude, your behavior, especially how you treat me now I’m your husband. Starting with this. Kneeling. Looking up. I’ve got legal rights over your life now. So that demands respect.

[master4betas]

You hated him at first,the man who bullied you so cruelly and relentlessly, and the way he so steadily ramped up his humiliation of you, the physical and mental abuse, and all the name calling. Sissy, fairy, faggot, pansy, pant waist, princess. Being laughed at and called such names by everyone certainly had an effect on you, didn’t it? So much so, that you began to doubt your own masculinity, your own identity as a man.

And by the time time he dragged you home with him, shoved you into a bedroom and demanded that you get changed, you were so broken and so under his control that when you saw the women’s clothing he’d left out for you, you instinctively began to take your clothes off as you stared at them. Weeping softly as you got changed, it was the moment you knew he’d truly stripped you of your manhood forever, fully emasculated you, and you’d never be able to regain it.

After getting changed, you sat down on the bed, waiting quietly, fearfully for whatever it was he planned for you next. It seemed like a long time, but eventually he entered the room, and you instinctively stood up to greet him, staring down at your feet and blushing with shame as he looked you up and down.

“You look nice,” he said in gentle tone of voice that he’d never used with you before. He stepped slowly towards you, and got so close he was up against you, the. Put his finger under your chin and raised your face to his. You looked up into his eyes, feeling defeated, resigned to his mercy.

“I bet you feel better now, don’t you? More natural, more comfortable as a girl?” he asked with compassion and caring, and perhaps pity. You couldn’t question it- he was right- you knew it deep down, and so you nodded, a fresh wave of shame flowing through you and making you blush even harder.

“I know I’ve been hard on you…” he said softly, almost in a whisper, “… maybe too mean, but I want you to know that I did it because I knew it was what you needed. I knew that deep down you were all those things I called you, and I knew you’d never be able to allow yourself to give in to it without first being broken down. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” you answered, “thank you,” and as the words left your lips, you realized you meant it. What you were feeling now, with your tormentor standing up against you, towering over you, not in the menacing, aggressive way you were used to, but in a gentle, caring way, was gratitude. And as you realized this, you felt it. Underneath your skirt, your little weenie trapped within the silky panties he’d had you wear began to twitch and quickly became erect. And he was close enough to you to feel it. He smiled down at you.

“You’re welcome petal,” he said, still speaking softly, “I hope now you’re finally ready to be a good girl for me…”

You were. You slowly got down on your knees, and nervously unzipped his pants, undid his belt, unbuttoned and pulled them down. You kissed his manhood through his briefs,then pulled those down gently and slowly, and proceeded to worship the man who’d made you a girl. His girl.

Now, weeks later, you’re his girlfriend, and you are happier than ever. You meet in the park, and when you see him walking towards you, you excitedly skip quickly towards him, into his strong arms. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you deeply, and you leg instinctively bends back and upwards as his tongue invades your mouth. You feel small, vulnerable but protected and safe. You are his, and it’s all you want to be.