Kinky Bear Den

NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Welcome to my little corner of kinky smut. Captions & Short Stories featuring Gay Bondage, Bears, Transformations, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Watersports, Diapers, Tighty Whities, Vore, Straight-to-Gay, Humiliation, and other weird fantasies and stories that make my cock twitch. Reblogs are not my own, ask me to remove and I will gladly comply. STL area.

[leatherpupcolt]

A Long Night

Red finished the last of his meal, a large juicy burger, and tossed the wrapper onto the floor of his cab, the fearful face of Chance imprinted on the wrapper.

"Damn, boy, you really hit the spot," spoke Red, speaking to the man he had just turned into his newest meal. It was getting late, and Red's day was long. Unfortunately, Red had left the last rest stop awhile back, and the next one wasn't for a while. After a few minutes of searching, Red found a good gravel patch off the highway and guided his rig into the spot and prepped his cab for his night. Red let out his human pups, Rex and Buster, so they could stretch and play while he enjoyed his cigar.

As Red enjoyed a cigar and the Pups enjoyed each other's holes, he heard a noise, tires on gravel, and was not happy to have company.

With a hefty sigh, Red began walking to the source of the sound, trying to decide a fitting punishment for the man who interrupted his peace. And then the bright lights of a police cruiser's takedowns blinded him.

Deputy Cole Latten was patrolling a fairly deserted stretch of the interstate when he spotted some lights off to the side, probably just a lost trucker. Cole smiled and decided he was going to have some fun with this trucker, scare him a little, and get on with his night. As Cole rolled into the gravel lot, he rolled his windows down. He became curious about some of the sounds he heard: moaning and men barking and howling like dogs. Before Cole had a moment to try and locate the source of the sounds, he spotted a figure approaching him in the dark. Cole's heart jumped as he quickly turned on his overheads, jumped out of the car, and began to give the man orders.

"Just stay where you're at!" Red heard a man's voice booming towards him; perfect, he thought, and whistled for his Pups to take their places.

Cole heard the man whistle and tried to see who or what he whistled at but couldn’t see anything past his lights; he could barely see the man they were supposed to be illuminating. Only able to make out his large and imposing form, able to smell his aroma of musk, cigars, and sex. Cole could feel a hunger rising up, a hunger to be closer to his this man, to bath in his musk. Cole began to walk closer to the man until he wasn't; some unknown force had knocked him face first into the ground.

His Pups did good; Rex had tackled the deputy, and now he and Buster were pinning him. Red bent down, gripped the deputy by the shoulder, and moved him to his knees. Red took a drag from his cigar and spoke:

"Well, boy, you interrupted a good night, but that's not going to be an issue. Guessin I'll have you make this night better." As Red spoke, he unzipped his pants and let his cock flop out. Cole eyed it and hungrily began sucking him off.

As Red enjoyed himself, he began to wonder what punishment should follow; he didn't need another pup, so that was outta the question. Red didn't get to think about it long before before another vehicle pulled up, this one Red could tell was a State Trooper. Red motioned for his pups to entertain the deputy while he dealt with the newest interloper.

Red quickly but silently walked up to the trooper, who was just getting out of his vehicle. As Red approached, the trooper opened his mouth to speak, but Red was faster than him. Red took a drag from his cigar and, before the trooper could even react, planted a long, rough kiss on the man, breathing all of his smoke deep into the trooper.

The Trooper collapsed onto the ground in an instant; Red hadn't even thought of what to turn him into and figured fate would decide. As Red looked down, he saw what the trooper had become: a bobblehead.

Red returned to the deputy, who he could see was being mounted by Rex and had his face buried deep in Buster's ass.

Red looked at the deputy and told him, "Up." The deputy stood up immediately. Red took another drag off his cigar and blew the smoke around the deputy and enjoyed the changes.

As his new master blew the smoke over him, Cole felt a change; his muscles inflated, and his forest green uniform changed. He was no longer a sheriff's deputy but instead one of Red's K9 Unit, his pants now chaps, his duty belt now had a pup tail on the back, and on his face a pup hood formed. Cole looked over at his Sheriff's Office Tahoe and watched as it changed. The emblem of a pup hood on the side, the words K9 Enforcement. He could see the entire back becoming a large K9 kennel and spotted numerous leashes, hoods, and tails that all appeared inside.

Red spoke to him again. "Well, you were a good boy while I dealt with the issue back there, so you should get rewarded as well as punished. You have the honor of being my pup, not the privilege of staying with me, and are ordered to find and make more pups, Pup Trooper." Cole, now known as Trooper, was beyond happy to hear those words and returned to his new car, ready to change men into the perfect pups for his master.

Red sighed and returned to his rig, placed the bobblehead on the dash, and went to bed. It had been a very long night.

[leatherpupcolt]

The Rest Stop

Red was relieved to see the rest stop and rolled his rig in. His last adventure had worked up an appetite, and he was looking for something to eat. Red spotted a few other rigs in the rear truck lot and had spied a few trucks and cars up front. He was glad this place wasn't empty.

Red heard some talking around back and spied a man smoking a cigarette by the back door of the rest stop, enjoying his fleeting break. Red approached the man, a cubbish fella who looked in his early 30s at most. He wore a stained gray shirt and fading jeans. The man looked up, his name tag said "Dusty", and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. As soon as Dusty had seen Red, Red snapped his fingers and the world around them seemed to pause. Dusty felt the energy of Red, his desire and would consume his own. Dusty felt the world around him become cold, the air smelt earthy like a beer, and slowly he fell. Red quickly went to catch his newest creation, a tall can of beer. The label read "Dusty Trail Beer" as Red cracked it open and took his first sips. He could hear the pleading, but soon it gave way to joyful ecstasy and then silence. The beer had learned its purpose. Red entered the station and walked to the men's room, on the way finishing the beer and lazily tossing it in the direction of the trash can. Red entered the men's room, a dingy and ill-lit room, with a broken urinal and an occupied stall. Red sighed, but heard another man enter behind him. A man wearing snug-fitting jeans that left nothing to the imagination, a blue plaid shirt that was taut around his beer belly. Red's cock stiffened.

The man looked at Red and joked, "Well, guess we have to wait or share." Red grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him up against the wall. "I chose share" before roughly making out with him.

The man attempted to fight, to flee, but none of his strikes seemed to even register on Red. Fear filled the man, but an inner sense of arousal was burning inside him. Red quickly moved the man down to waist height and undid his fly, releasing his massive cock. The man took a look at the cock before Red slammed it into the man's mouth and, without hesitation, unleashed his piss into the man. As Red used the man, he decided he would also help others who came here, and began working his magic.

Red pushed the man's arms up against the wall, where they melted into the walls. The man tried to scream, beg and plead. As Red's golden stream continued, he also continued his work. The man's legs pulled back into his body. As Red did this, the man from the stall flushed, washed his hands and politely waved at Red, never registering the scene unfolding. Red finished his torrent of piss and took his cock out. The man, now a torso and head hung in his arms, screamed at Red. Red began rearranging the man's body, torso and head becoming one, and the mouth expanding to match the size and shapes of the other urinals. Before long, a second nearly identical urinal was on the wall. Red smiled and left the men's room, searching for his next prey.

As Red approached the counter, he saw him, a redneck boy buying a can of dip.

Red approached the counter and told the clerk he wanted a can of dip himself. The clerk turned around and fiddled with the lock on the case. He glanced at the redneck's ID that was still sitting on the counter. Chance Hallerd, 22, perfectly thought Red.

Red turned to Chance, the boy meeting his gaze for a second and, sheepishly looking away, Red made his move. Red slid a hand down and cupped Chance's left cheek, and squeezed hard. Chance didn't fit back or resist. The clerk turned back, handed Chance his ID and read the can of dip. Red paid for both cans, and walked out towards his rig, knowing Chance wasn't far behind.

As he approached the rig, he heard a southern draw that made him instantly hard. "T-thanks for that S-sir", said Chance, before attempting to stammer out more.

"I, um, was wondering, because I'd never done things with a guy before, if... um, you would like to" and before he could finish, Red looked at him and said "Get yer ass in my cab boy." Chance, without another word, quickly entered the cab, as Red was deciding what he might want for dinner.

[leatherpupcolt]

On Site Delivery

Red rolled down the highway, glancing back at his two new pups sleeping on the mat in the back of the cab, tail plugs firmly locked in. The living cigar is slowly reforming in its ashtray.

"Good boys," he murmured.

Returning his attention to the road, Red noticed he was getting closer to his destination, a large construction site. He cut it close but arrived just before dusk.

As Red rolled into the lot, he parked, grabbed his cigar, which relitted itself as it touched his lips, and got out of the cab.

The foreman, Clyde, was busy trying to fill out some last-minute permits when his office door opened; glancing up, he saw Tyler Walen, a 6'4" college linebacker he had hired for the summer.

"Hey, that truck's here with the delivery; it just pulled in," Tyler informed Clyde; his Midwestern accent was like honey to Clyde.

"Well, it's about fucking time. "Everyone else has gone home, so you'll have to help me check it real fast," Clyde told Tyler, getting up from his desk. Clyde forgot how much Tyler truly towered over him. Clyde stood at a measly 5'3" and was almost wider than he was tall; sitting in the office all day meant he no longer had much physical activity these days.

As the two walked towards the semi and its driver, an imposing man smoking a cigar, Clyde told Tyler to go check the trailer. As Tyler approached the back of the trailer, Clyde decided he was going to give this driver a piece of his mind.

"Bud, you're almost late. "I don't appreciate my time being wasted; you're lucky I'm paying the amount we agreed on, but I might not hire you again—I'm certain I can find other drivers who aren't nearly as slow." As Clyde spoke, he attempted to make himself seem bigger, more intimidating. Red sighed and heaved himself off the side of the truck, looked down on Clyde, and exhaled a thick cloud of cigar smoke into Clyde's face.

Clyde hacked and coughed. Red spoke, demanding attention with just a simple sentence.

"I don't like your attitude," spoke Red, with a sinister grin, before blowing another puff of smoke into Clyde's face. "Boy" uttered Red as he put the cigar back in his mouth and crossed his arms.

 Clyde collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, his throat burning with each attempt for a breath. Clyde let out a small plea, "Air, please" in a raspy, almost stuffed voice.

"Hmm, don't think it's air you need." Red said, fishing his cock out from his pants, "Try this."

At a speed too fast for Clyde to truly comprehend, Red took out his thick cock and in one motion slammed the meaty rod deep into Clyde's gaping mouth and straight down his throat. The moment the cock entered his mouth, the burning stopped; he could breathe again. At the same moment, Red placed his hand on the back of Clyde's head and began to rhythmically fuck his face, increasing speed with each thrust.

Tyler had finished checking the trailer; all the materials they ordered looked like they were there when he began walking back to his boss. It had gotten dark quickly, so Tyler couldn't see them that well, but he heard a noise up in the cab, so he knew they were still there. However, as he approached, he could see a clearer picture, Clyde on his knees giving the man's head. Tyler yelled towards the driver, "What the fuck are you doing to him?" before charging all 230 lbs of himself at the man.

Red heard a yell and saw a tall, large man running towards him. Red just took a drag off his cigar and blew it towards the man, who stopped dead in his tracks, about a foot or two away from Red.

"A friend? How cute."

Tyler tried to move but couldn’t; he was standing still. The only thing he could feel was his arousal at the aroma of the man and his cigar, his cock swelling up.

Clyde noticed Tyler's pants getting tighter in the front, and without a second thought reached out and undid Tyler's pants, and as they fell to the ground, Clyde grabbed Tyler's cock and began to jerk him off.

Red enjoyed the show, keeping one hand on Clyde's head and reaching the other behind Tyler's, finding a very eager hole and sliding a calloused finger inside.

The scene only lasted a few minutes, with Red fucking and fingering these two men, Clyde happily servicing them, and Tyler eagerly playing with his nipples. Red soon shot his load without warning down Clyde's throat. Clyde felt euphoric, his whole body became warm, and the world felt like it was floating. Clyde barely registered the growing stiffness in his body, or even noticed his cock had seemingly disappeared, leaving only a smooth bulge. Clyde felt the stiffness grow, soon reaching his head, he didn't care. Clyde doubled his efforts on Red's still hard cock as the last of his body froze. Clyde had become a statue, frozen in his place of service, but aware. Clyde felt everything, and it was incredible, as though the stone encasing him had a million more nerves than his own body, and it was pure pleasure. Clyde could not see anymore, having closed his eyes in his final few moments, but he could feel the world around him, feel Red's dominant energy. Clyde begged to be used more, used forever.

Red turned his attention to Tyler, took his hand off Clyde's head, and forcefully grabbed Tyler's face and began making out with him. Tyler, now sliding his cock in the solid hole made by Clyde's frozen hand, was in heaven. Red had worked 3 fingers into his ass and was now making out with him, rough but passionately.

Shortly after Red stopped making out, still gripping Tyler by the chin, he looked the college boy in the eyes.

"Sorry boy, I'd love to keep you, but I think you two look better as a pair. "Why don't you pose for me?" Red spoke, his deep blue eyes shining.

Tyler flexed for this man, his new master. Following his orders gave Tyler a sense of pride he never felt before. As Tyler flexed, showing off the body he worked so hard to achieve and maintain, a body he unknowingly made for his Master, he felt a change. Not a huge change, but not a small one. He felt his legs go numb, a numbness that spread upwards. As the numbness spread, it approached his hole and cock, both still being worked on, and he felt his cock become a thousand times more sensitive. Tyler felt his hole expand, Red slowly working his whole fist in, as the fist slowly entered it cause his hole to become more sensitive aswell. Once his asshole and cock were done, Tyler felt the numbness continue upwards, reaching his chest and causing his nipples to become hypersensitive along with growing outwards to almost the thickness of a thumb, before the numbness continued to climb. Tyler kept his eyes open. He saw what became of Clyde and knew that was his fate. As the end of his body went numb, he looked at Red and spoke his final words.

"Thank you, Mas-" the body froze, preserving him mid-sentence, mouth still slightly open, and fully posed. Tyler's mind could only feel his hole, cock and nipples. Nothing else was needed, but he could still see, his vision taken up entirely by Red, and he was content.

Red smirked, the two looked good together, and got to work on the final touches. Red took a long drag off his cigar, felt the former deputy quiver, and blew out a large cloud of smoke over the statues.

As the smoke enveloped the statues, they began to change. The interior of Clyde's mouth became soft and fuckable, easy to relieve worksite stress. Tyler's cock was polished, smooth and self-lubing, so any man could take him for a ride. He also made Tyler's hole malleable, larger on the inside than it was on the outside. Now any man on the site could fit him as far as they wanted, but they would have to be careful they don't get pulled inside. Red chuckled, knowing no one would question them, and smiled, knowing he would return for them.

Red disconnected the trailer and headed out, eager to find a rest stop before his next haul. Red opened up some hookup apps on the way; he needed some food and beer, and nothing tasted better than rednecks.

[leatherpupcolt]

The New K9s

Deputies Jason Richards and Nathan Morgan sat in the cruiser on the side of the highway. In the driver's seat was Richards, a fresh-faced trainee, barely 24 and just out of the academy. In the passenger seat was his trainer, Morgan. Morgan was a 5-year veteran of the road and an imposing man of 6 feet and 240 lbs. of muscle. It was the middle of the night, no soul in sight. As the two sat, they began sharing stories. Nathan was telling Richards about a former deputy, Rick Kane, who mysteriously disappeared around this same stretch of road. Nathan told Richards how Kane called out a traffic stop for a semi-truck but nothing else after. Nathan and other deputies arrived at Kane's last known location, finding no tire marks leaving the scene, cigar ash, and a strong tobacco smell hanging in the air.

Richards was terrified; he was never able to handle the horror. But something about this story was more than just its fear factor; it felt ominous. While Richards was trying to get the story out of his mind, he saw a red light quickly approaching and passing. Richards quickly turned around on the mysterious vehicle, turned on his lights, and quickly approached the light. The lights stopped, and Richards pulled up behind it, a large semi with crimson underlighting. Richards tensed when he truly saw the vehicle. Nathan leaned over.

"Hehe, kid, looks like you found Kane and I."

As they exited their cruiser, Richards noticed the sky seemed like it had changed; all the stars seemed to have blinked out of existence, and the moon cast no light. Strange, he thought.

As Richards approached the cab, a large man stepped out, towering over Richards, cigar in hand.

"Well, well, it seems this stretch is generous to me," the man said, taking a large drag off his cigar before puffing it into Richards's face. Richards coughed, but the smell of the cigar relaxed him, telling him this man wasn't a stranger anymore.

"Ah, nice and quick. "I like that. "While you mull that over, I'm going to have a chat with your buddy," the man spoke, turning his attention to Nathan.

Nathan kept an eye on Richards from the back of the cruiser, wondering why Richards had stopped walking. However, before Nathan could ask what he was doing, he felt a presence, immense and commanding, before feeling an immense hand clamp down on his shoulder. Nathan tried to turn his head to see who had grabbed him, but his body was frozen in place. Nathan could only see out of the corner of his eye the end of a lit cigar, felt the heat on his cheek, and heard a whisper that sounded eerily familiar to him.

"Two in one night? Lucky day. You must be the alpha of this pair. Don't worry, your lil' pup is safe. You? That'll depend."

As Nathan heard these words, a pit formed inside him, not of fear but of desire and need.

Nathan turned towards the man and could finally catch a glimpse of the giant, whose beard looked as though it had taken a lifetime to grow, a high and tight haircut, and eyes a deep-set blue. The man took a draw from his cigar and planted his lips on Nathan's, filling his lungs with the smoke.

"He tastes familiar, Pup? Your buddy has been a good cigar these past months, but he's lonely. "Don't worry, Ol' Red here won't hurt you; just twist before you break." Spoke the man, before guiding Nathan to his knees at the perfect crotch level.

Red unzipped his fly and hauled out the most beautiful cock Nathan had ever seen, 7 inches of thick adulthood that demanded to be serviced, and Nathan was in no mood to argue, quickly getting to work. As Nathan worked his way down the shaft, he felt Red rub his head, and everywhere Red touched, Nathan felt neoprene begin to cover. Nathan finally made his way to the base of Red, feeling it stretch the back of his throat, before Red shot his seed deep into Nathan. As Nathan pulled away from the cock, a final piece of neoprene formed around his face, a muzzle, and a beautiful camo and navy blue pup hood had formed on his head. Red smiled before reaching for Nathan's badge and yanking it from his uniform. Red looked it over and crushed it in his hand. When Red opened his hand, the badge had taken the shape of a dog bone, with the name Rex.

"New name for a new pup," Red said as he placed the new badge on Rex's uniform. Rex barked in joy at his new master.

Red walked back to Richards, turned to face Rex, and gave him a command: "Breed."

Rex wasted no time, pouncing onto the other deputy and pinning him to the ground. Using his teeth, Rex tore the uniform pants open in the rear and revealed Richard's beautiful hairy ass. Richard offered no resistance and didn't speak, knowing his place with his alpha and master. Without a second thought, Rex plunged his rock-hard cock deep into Richard's and began relentlessly pumping his cock in and out. After a few minutes, Rex slammed his cock deep into Richard's hole before erupting in cum. Richards felt a pup hood form around his head as well. Red repeated the process with his badge, his new name being Buster, before howling with Rex in joy.

"Alright, boys," spoke Red as he opened the cab door. "We've wasted enough time; I've got a delivery to make." The pups happily jumped in the cab. As Red turned to leave, he remembered the cruiser. With a snap of his fingers, the cruiser blinked out of existence, reappearing in his hand as a light-up squeaky toy for his new pups.

Red smiled, entered the truck, and drove off, wondering, "Who's next?"

[leatherpupcolt]

Deputy: Reserve Blend

Deputy Rick Kane was enjoying the desolate nature of the midnight highway, a still nothingness only interrupted by the occasional headlight. The radar was faintly buzzing; not much moved around this time, and he liked it that way. As Deputy Kane sat in his cruiser, not a soul as far as the eye could see on a dark, moonless night, before he felt that lustful craving. The deputy reached towards his crotch, unzipping his fly and pulling out his already hardening cock, using a small amount of the water-based lube he kept in his gear bag, and began working on his shaft.Only a few moments had passed; the deputy closed his eyes as he approached the edge, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Beeeeeeeeeep." The deputy's eyes shot open, the radar screaming as a vehicle approached from behind, going over 20 miles per hour, before seeing the speeding semi blaze past him.Swearing to himself, Deputy Kane quickly put his cock away, turned on his cruiser's lights, and began pulling the semi over.The truck pulled to the side of the road, stopping with a long, angry hiss. Deputy Kane had pulled over plenty of trucks in his time, but this felt more like a beast than a vehicle, and as he approached, he heard a rumble, not like that of an engine, but like that of an animal ready to pounce.

As Deputy Kane approached the front, he soon realized the truth was not far off. The window of the cab door rolled down with a slow creak, and out poured a thick fog that smelled of cigars, sex, and sweat. The driver was too elevated to get a good look at him, only able to hear his gravelly voice. "Evenin', deputy," the man said; a deep smell of cigar smoke seeped out as he spoke. "Problem?"

Kane tried to keep his professional edge, but as he spoke, he felt his cock ache, more full of lust now than ever before. “License and registration. You were drifting across lanes and were going 80 in a 55.” The trucker chuckled, a rumble in his massive chest, before turning to look down and face the deputy. Kane could only glimpse the bright glow of the cigar and the hypnotic gaze of his eyes.

“Aw, I don’t think we need to go through all that. Couldn’t you do with a warning, huh?”

Kane frowned. “Sir. I won’t ask again: license and registration, or I will have to arrest you for failure to identify."

The man's cruel smile soured, his annoyance now on display. Before he could register it Deputy Kane felt the air grow cold and heard the click of the truck door opening, and what Kane saw stunned him.As the man stepped out, he easily eclipsed Deputy Kane at six-five, wide as the truck itself, clad in denim and leather, with the kind of thick beard that looked like it could stop a bullet. The cigar glowing between his teeth, the cherry pulsing like a heartbeat. He exhaled a puff of smoke that curled unnaturally, twisting into strange symbols before fading into the wind. The man's eyes are now glowing as bright as the cigar. "Sir!" Shouted Deputy Kane, placing his hand on his pistol. "Get back in the vehicle!"

The man took one final drag off his cigar before dropping it onto the ground and crushing it beneath his boots. "Or what?" Sighed the man, "Take your hand off that gun, boy."

"Sir," Deputy Kane spoke, not noticing his voice becoming softer and his defenses lowering. "P-p-please stay back." As he spoke, his arousal peaked, his pants tightening.

“You boys are always barking, always puffing’ your chests out. Maybe it’s time someone made that literal.” Before Kane could react, the trucker reached forward, grasping Kane's crotch.

"Well, well, boy, seems you're liking this, huh?" The man is tightening his iron grip on Kane's cock, pre-cum leaking. "Tell you what, I'll give you something on this stop." As the man spoke, he pushed the deputy against the cruiser hood and began to fuck him relentlessly. Deputy Kane began furiously jerking his cock. "Fuck, sir, please give me your load, sir," begged Kane.Kane felt the man's cock explode, releasing the load deep inside him. Kane breathed heavily as he got close to shooting his own load and then stopped. The air around them shimmered. Kane's limbs locked up as if invisible strings were pulling taut. His skin prickled, then tingled, then tightened.

"What… what's happening—?” Deputy Kane asked, his voice trembling in fear.

“Well, deputy. You might've had a good hole, but you cost me a good cigar, and I only got him at the last truck stop.” Kane felt his body twist, his uniform shrink, and his boots melt into thick wrapping. His body began shrinking, slowly becoming a tightly packed cylinder. His badge gleamed one last time before being enveloped in dark, oily brown leaves. A textured band wrapped around him, a gold sheriff star-shaped stamp with the name “Deputy: Reserve Blend.”

The trucker plucked the fresh cigar from the air and smiled. “Perfect,” he said, lighting the new cigar on the spot. As he took a long puff, Kane's muffled voice echoed faintly in the air, like smoke in the wind.The trucker climbed back into his rig, blew a ring into the sky, and rumbled off into the night, one more soul in his collection.

Thanks to everyone for reading. This is the first of a new series I want to start along with the first of my longer form stories. I'm attempting to branch out more with these stories instead of just inanimate TFs, along with working on my creative writing, so any feedback is greatly appreciated. And please forgive my grammar mistakes, my dyslexia makes it hard to notice when punctuation is needed.

[burlypred]

Hey there, love your work!

I gotta ask, is there a certain kind of underwear you enjoy belching up after a filling, squirming meal more than other types of undies? How would you feel about catching a fellow bear in his tighty whities and vacuuming him down to your big belly?

Great questions, and thank you! You know, there's something very cliche about a jockstrop splatting against the opposite wall after a thick belch, but I love it! However, I'm not gonna discriminate, belching up souvenirs is always fun! If you're referring to yourself, I'd gladly chug you down in your tighty whities, and then rattle the windows for hours!

[stlcub87]

Tumblr's back on its bullshit again :( Do you have a Twitter or something I can follow when shit hits the fan?

Yeah, I was pretty upset when I heard about all this shit. I have no solid plans right now. Discord probably has the best outlook for me. I need to look into the possibility of a NSFW subreddit also. I don't have a NSFW Twitter right now, so I'll consider that with all my other options.

If the shit does hit the fan as forecasted, I certainly won't keep tumblr around. Fans are welcome to shoot me a line on kik @ STLcub87.

Much love to the fans who like and reblog my stories. I know I've been kinda slow on the pace of new material, but I hope to keep them going in one form or another.

[stlcub87]

Hey, I live in Colorado and was just wondering where u went camping

My husband and I went camping out in Grand Mesa National Forest east of Grand Junction. It was beautiful! Then we drove through Aspen, over Independence Pass to Colorado Springs and Denver for a few days of fun. You're state is beautiful, bro! Live it up out there!

[scruffythong]

Oops. Dropped something.

[stlcub87]

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he walked through the outlet mall looking for some new work boots. 'Bathroom. Now. Show me.' Ugh, not now he thought. 'Yes Sir. Looking for one now. In public now.' He made his way to the closest bathroom and locked the door of the only available stall. He set the timer on his phone and set it on top of the toilet paper dispenser. He stood up, unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans to his old boots, revealing a bright pink thong. He blushed thinking of what the guys in the other stalls might be thinking. He tapped his phone to start the time, turned his big meaty ass toward the camera, and crouched down. He felt the neon thong creep deep up his ass crack. A few seconds later, he grabbed his phone to review the pic, and sent it to the man. 'Good boy. 8 minutes. That means you get a reward. Be here in 30 mins.' 'Yes Sir!' he quickly replied and pulled up his blue jeans. He hadn't cum in 10 days. Maybe he will let him cum this time. Maybe not. He climbed into his pickup truck, and peeled out heading to his master's home. One thing is for sure: he better not be one minute late.

[stlcub87]

Whered ya go?

Been camping out in the wilderness in Colorado. I'll be starting again after I get back home.

[kensprof]

[stlcub87]

**this story was commissioned by request**

Tom was one of the hardest workers in the office. He tended to keep to himself for the most part. Even though he was shy, he would do anything to get ahead in the company. Recently, he was staying later hours to show his boss, Alex, that he was a dependable worker. Also didn't hurt that Tom secretly had a crush on Alex. He liked to glance up and watch Alex work from his cubicle. Tom's heart would almost stop when Alex caught him staring, and quickly tried to pass it off like he was just looking around the office.

It was Mother's Day weekend and Friday, so Alex kindly allowed all the ladies and guys in the offices with families to leave early. It was just all the young, professional guys fresh out of business school around the office. Tom damn near popped a boner with all the studs walking around the office. He needed a break from the expense report he was working on, so he made his way to the watercooler.

Tom bent over to fill his cup with water when he felt a big, strong hand cup his ass and squeeze firmly. "Damn Tom, you must really be hitting the gym lately," he heard Alex say to him. He turned his head slowly and embarrassed and managed to reply "Whenever I get the time." He nervously chuckled, and shifted in his pants subtly to make his growing erection less noticable.

"That's right, you have been working extra hard lately, Tom. Don't think I haven't noticed. Like I notice you staring at me through my office window." There was an uneasy silence, broken by Alex laughing. "I'm just fucking with you Tommy. But seriously, there is an opening for junior VP. Office right next to mine. Big promotion for you. I just want to see how committed you are for to the team. Follow me."

The men made their way to the conference room, where six other muscle studs in suits sat and watched the two enter. They looked like they still lived at a frat house. "Oh...hey guys," some said, confused about what was happening. "Tom, I've been talking to the guys here about how hard you've been working. But we are concerned about your commitment. Would you do anything for this company," Alex asks raising an eyebrow. "Absolutely, sir. I'm committed to this company."

"You hear that boys? Totally committed." They all laughed. Tom nervously followed suit. Alex looks him up and down. "So, if you are committed, go ahead and whip out your dick," Alex said with a straight face as he sat at the head of the conference table.

Tom nervously laughed. He stopped, noticing no one else was laughing. "You're joking right?"

"No. If you want this promotion, pull down your pants. The boys and I wanna see your cock, Tom." Alex sat patiently waiting for an answer.

Tom nervously looked around the conference table. He desperately wanted the job. And if he were being honest with himself, wanted to do whatever these hotties told him. Fuck it, he thought. He undid his belt, and slid down his pants to his ankles. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he slid his briefs down. Finally he lifted his shirt revealing his big dick, sporting a semi from the mixture of embarrassment and thrill.

Alex started to slow clap. "Well done, stud. That is dedication. But now for commitment." He looked around the table, and grabbed a pencil holder. He dumped out the contents, then walked around the table to the half naked Tom, and firmly put it on the edge of the table. He grinned. "Strip naked. Then cum in this. Then the job is yours."

Tom was shocked, but judging from the looks of the men around the table, this was no joke. He gulped, and loosened his tie. Tom slid off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and continue to strip until he stood before his coworkers naked. He grabbed his cock and began stroking. The men all smiled as Tom was groaning and stroking his big dick in front of them. Some of the men were rubbing their own bulges and quietly moaning to themselves at the spectacle unfolding before them. Tom loved that he was making these studs touch themselves. That pushed him over the edge. He felt his balls tense and growled "I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuummmmm!" as his first pump send a rope of hot cum clear over the container onto the table. He grabbed the cup and drained the rest of his load in it, sweating and panting.

"Well done, Tom. I'm gonna have to call this one partial credit though," Alex said motioning towards the long line of cum on the table. "You can make up this commitment to me personally, though." Alex unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard, leaking cock. Without a second thought, Tom crawled under the table and swallowed his dick greedily. "Mmmmm....fuck, you are a great cocksucker. You swallow every drop and you won't regret it...Mr. Vice President." Meanwhile, every other stud around the table had pulled out their cock and started stroking. Looks like Tom would make it far up the corporate ladder here.

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[stlcub87]

Zach slowly began waking up. His head was pounding with a dull pain as he tried to remember where he was. He was a plumber for his father's company, and the last thing he could recall he was on a call at an older gentleman's home out in the mountainous back country. He was finishing up a job, bent over his bag looking for the proper wrench to fix a leaky pipe. Then everything just kind of went blank until now.

His eyes squinted as his head moved around trying to examine his situation. He was laying belly down on a comfortable mattress with a plush blanket underneath him. He was surrounded by white metal bars, almost like a cage but without a top. There was a weird box in front of him, with what looked like a camera and speaker. He felt a cold metal ring around his neck that wouldn't budge. He looked over his shoulder, and noticed all of his clothes were gone. The boxers he wore when he left home this morning were nowhere to be seen. As he shifted his weight, he heard a strange noise like plastic crinkling. Was that a diaper wrapped around his butt?!

Just then, Zach heard a deadbolt unlock and a man swing open the door and enter. Zach recognized him as the man who led him into his kitchen to work on the leaky pipe. He was a tall, burly man without a shirt on, just wearing some tight jeans and some slippers. He had a thick carpet of mostly white hair on his chest that matched his neatly trimmed beard. For being in his mid 50s, he appeared to be in excellent shape with well defined muscles. He walked up to the side of the cage grinning. "Well good morning, boy. You've been sleeping a long time, haven't you?"

Still somewhat groggy and slurring some of his words, Zach angrily asks "Who the fuck are you? Let me out of here man, or I'm gonna call the cops you pervert. Where the fuck are my clothes?" As Zach went on, the man pulled out a remote, pointed it at him, and pushed a red button. "You better answer me old man or I will beat the shit out of yoOOOWWWW!" Zach was cut off as a surge of electric coursed from the metal ring around his neck. "Quiet boy! You will speak when answering a question or acknowledging a command. Do you understand, boy?" he sternly asked with a serious look on his face. Zach looked up and wanted to keep screaming, but forced him self to say "yeah." The man smirked and pushed the button again, causing Zach to yelp. "You shall address me as Daddy everytime you speak to me. Do you understand, boy?" Zach was filled with anger and fear, but managed to squeak out "yes, daddy."

"That's a good boy. You probably have a million questions. Now let me explain why you are here in a crib padded up nice and tight in a diaper." He reached over the sided and patted Zach's ass as he tried his best to recoil. "But if you interrupt me, or talk out of place, I will zap you boy. This is meant as a tool to train you to be a good boy. You see, your father owns the plumbing company who recieved the contract to help build my compound out here in the mountains to retire. After a long career working hard in the pharmaceutical company, I deserved a nice quite place to enjoy myself and my many unique hobbies. But your father overcharged me, extended the construction time by months, and used substandard materials that started to cause me headaches shortly after I moved in. I don't appreciate that kind of dishonesty, boy. I watched you work under my sink and knew he instilled that dishonesty and poor work effort in you, too. So with some help from some contacts at my company's R&D division, I'm gonna make things right. You are lucky boy. I'm gonna adopt you as my boy, and raise you right. But we have to start from the very beginning. So I knocked you out with a special cocktail I made myself, and brought you down here to start the training."

"YOU ARE A PSYCHO MAN! LET ME OUT OF HE-OOOOOWWW" Zach started yelling, but was cut off from the painful buzz of the collar. He was fully awake now and realizing the gravity of his situation. "Boy, I got a full charge in there and can go all day. Sit still and behave!" Still defiant, Zach pleaded, "I'll give you anything you want...daddy. Money. Sex. I'll suck your cock. Please just let me go!" The man chuckled and replied, "Oh, I know you will boy. Don't get ahead of yourself though boy. You still need to go through potty training first."

"I know how to go to the bathroom," Zach quickly chides. He jumps again as the man presses the button, tears now streaming down his face. Zach also notice a warm sensation enveloping his balls and spreading across his diaper. He had pissed himself from the electric shock. His face turned beet red as he sat there sobbing in a giant crib. He really did feel like a baby again.

"Don't forget to say Daddy, boy. And that's not what it looks like from here with your soggy diaper, boy. Just accept that you are my boy now and this will be much easier on you. You may even learn to love this," he said staring down at the former shell of a manly plumber, now his diaper clad toy. "Come on, boy. Let me change you and feed you. You must be starving. Just reach your hands up if you submit to being my boy."

Zach sat up facing the strong man towering over him. Tears were drying on his checks as he felt the squishy diaper wrapped around him snuggly as he put up his hands on the bars. He thought to himself that he didn't really have a choice. So he might as well try to have fun with this. With a reluctant look in his eyes, he reached both his hands up. As if to simultaneously surrender and embrace his new daddy.

"That's a good boy," he warmly said, then fished out a strange looking item. The man reached down and picked up the man, carrying him to a reinforced changing table mounted to the walls. He laid Zach down gently, removed his soaked diaper, sprinkled him with flowery baby powder, then wrapped him up in a fresh, clean diaper with surprising speed. Then he popped in a large bottle with a plastic nipple. "Good boy. Drink it all down. That's it. Such a good boy." Little did Zach know the vanilla nutrition shake he was sucking out of a giant bottle was laced with a compound that would make controlling his bladder almost impossible, as well as some viagara to keep him erect in his diaper for hours.

As he was being fed, Zach looked around the room from the corner of his eyes. Plush toys and baby toys everywhere. He finished the bottle up, and the man pulled something from a nearby toy drawer. It was a pacifier, with a small dildo on one side instead of a plastic nipple. Before he could protest and receive another shock, it was slid into his mouth. The man then pulled the boy against his firm chest, and carried him back to the giant crib, before laying him down gently. He was already tired from the ordeal and just wanted to sleep. Maybe this was just a dream. He crawled under the blanket and closed his eyes. As he faded off to sleep, his new daddy walked to the door and whispered "good night my boy," and switched off the lights before closing and locking the door from the outside. His cock slowly grew, straining against his diaper. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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It was an intense week with busy meetings and long hours at work, so my mind was completely drained going into the weekend. At least it was Friday, so I figured I'd end the week with a long run on the treadmill and a long hot shower. An older, but well built gentleman was the only other person there, dripping with sweat from his session on a nearby weight bench. I nodded at him when I first arrived, but we didn't exchange a word. It felt like his eyes were all over my ass as it bounced up and down on the treadmill. He made his way back to the small locker room, and I thought nothing of it. A wake of his musk hit my nostrils as he walked past me. 6 miles later and covered in sweat, I made my way back to the same locker room.

As I stepped in, a strong manly scent hit me. It was a hint of soap buried in the earthy scent of a man's body odor. I recognized it from earlier in the gym. As I rounded the corner, I saw the man sitting on a bench in front of an open locker. He only wore a towel. Given the smell in here, there is no way this guy could have showered.

I wrinkled my nose a bit as his scent filled up my lungs. "Oh sorry," I managed to mumble before turning to my locker right in front of him. "No worries at all, young man. Didn't mean to scare you," he says as he smiled. I turn away from him and take off my shirt. I feel him watching me. His scent growing stronger in my nose. It seems to go straight to my head, making it hard to concentrate. This is way too creepy for me, I gotta get out of here. I grab my bag, planning to just shower at my own apartment. When I turn around to leave, he is still on the bench staring right at me. His hands rest on his head, with his bulging biceps flexed, leading my eyes to his hairy, damp pits.

"What are yo..." I trail off as his musk invades me. I can't hold a thought for more than a couple seconds. He stands up before me, never breaking eye contact. "I can see you want this. You need this boy. I know have have a certain effect on other men like yourself. You don't need to run from your desires any more, boy." My eyes widen, and I want to just scream and run away, but it's like my mind isn't connected to my feet or voice anymore. I try my hardest, and all that manages to come out is a slight sway and a whimper. What the fuck is happening to me?!

He takes a step forward, placing his hands on the back of my head, he pulls my head against his face, brushing his prickly beard against my face and wiping the sweat on his forehead on mine. I feel it tingle. I start to panic. "Boy, I see the panic in your eyes. Trust me, this will be the most pleasure you have experienced in a long time." 'What the fuck does that mean' I scream in my head. He curls his tan bicep up, then slowly guides my head towards his sweaty armpit.

NO NO NO, I scream to myself in my head. But the closer I get, the more my resistance fades. My nose bristles against his damp pit hair, and it sets my mind ablaze with desire. "Yes, boy! Take in my scent. You can't resist it. You fucking love this. You fucking want to serve me, boy" he growls. I forget all my worries and just realize how good taking in this big hairy man's musk makes me feel. I bravely stick out my tongues and start licking. It is the sweetest, most delicious thing I have tasted. I need more of it. I breath in deeply and lick his pit dry as he chuckles. My cock begins to tent in my gym shorts.

"If you like that boy, you are gonna love what is next," he says as he pushes me back against the lockers. He removed his towel revealing his massive thick uncut cock. I look down as both our rock hard cocks are pointed at each other, almost touching. "Loose those shorts, boy. Then get on your knees." The screaming in my head has reduced to a calm worried, voice. 'Come on man, you don't want to do this. I need to get out of here' plays in the back of my head, while my body betrays those thoughts. I slide down my shorts and still sweaty boxer briefs, allowing my hard cock to flop out. Then I feel myself kneel, lining at eye level with his dick, dripping with precum.

"Now suck my cock, boy. And don't you spill a drop of what comes out," he commands. My mind quietly protests, as I open my mouth and slide his throbbing dick inside me. The precum tastes just as sweet as his fresh sweat. It feels fucking amazing. I relax even more, and slide him down my throat enthusiastically. I crave his dick and can't wait to get my reward. My jaw burns as he begins to fuck my mouth, thrusting his sweaty hips against me. "Get ready boy!" He bellows, and I suck him even deeper. He moans and I feel his huge duck pulse, then shoot a huge sweet and salty load into my throat. I swirl my tongue around making sure to collect every last drop. When I swallow, I feel every doubt I had about him fade away. Pleasing him made me feel describably amazing.

"What a good boy," he chides. "Just one more thing...on all fours boy," he said while sitting back down on the bench. "Had too much water before my workout, and the urinal is all the way on the other side of the room, so you will have to do," he snickered while placing his dick on my tongue, "now open wide, boy". I was now eager to drain this man of every fluid he had to offer. As he exhaled, his warm piss flooded my mouth. I relaxed my throat and skillfully swallowed every drop of his salty goodness. He pulled his dick out and patted me on my head. "What a good job you did, boy. What do ya say you come up to my apartment so we can keep this going the rest of the weekend?" I eagerly nodded my head.

He quickly threw on some shorts and a shirt and I simply slide up my gym shorts, leaving my sweaty undies and shirt behind. I follow closely behind him to the elevator. My cock still at full attention under the shorts and we ride to the 26th floor. "Shorts off. Wait here." He disappeared into another room and came back with a small handful of gear. "Put this jock on. I wore it for my last few jogs. Arms out." As I stuck my arms out he wraps my wrists tighty into leather restraints followed by my ankles. "Follow me boy"

He flips on a light switch, revealkng the guest room that is filled with bondage gear. "I brought another toy back so you wouldn't get lonely!" I scan the room, curious to who he is adressing, when I see another guy around my age and build in a jockstrap and restraints locked in a dog kennel. He moans to me through a ball gag. My mind clicks upon seeing him. I've seen him before in the elevator with his girlfriend. Maybe I shouldn't be here...

Just then, the man produces a cup with a leather strap. "On your knees, boy. I've worn this to rugby practice the last two weeks. Now you will be able to drink in my scent all weekend long." As he straps the damp cup around my face, I look up blankly at the man towering above me. This feels totally right. What creeping doubts I had were instantly erased.

"What a good boy. Now follow me to the table. Time to strap you down and milk a couple loads out of that nice cock of yours" I gladly stand up, and eagerly place myself on his bondage table as he ties me down securely with a smile under the cup strapped to my face the whole time. I have a feeling this won't be the only weekend I spend with the man.

[diaperloverswitzerland]

Good morning😇

[stlcub87]

I woke up this morning thinking about my exchange last night. Scrolling through Tumblr, I came across a guy who claimed he could use magic on me for some fun. Some roleplay chat ensued, and ended with him putting a "curse" on my cock. He said I wouldn't be able to cum again unless I pissed myself in a diaper. Sure I was experimenting with diapers a bit, but it was just some harmless fun before I passed out in my bed.

The morning light was shining on a tent in my sheets. I slide the blankets over to reveal my cock straining hard against my tighty whities. I figured it was time to complete my favorite morning ritual, and let my cock flop over the waistband and start to stroke. But something is off.

As I stroke myself something feels different. It's like there is an invisible case over my cock. I can feel my cock in my hand, but all sensitivity and pleasure is missing as I play with myself. I stroke for 30 minutes and can't bring myself to cum. This can't be real, can it?

I step into my bathroom and shed my briefs, begrudgingly looking for a fresh diaper. I strap one across my ass and make my way to the kitchen, crinkling the whole time. As I reach up to grab some coffee, I feel my full bladder start to relax. A warm stream starts to fill out my diaper. I feel my face turn red as the warmth spreads out and I start to sag. Just a few streams trickle down my ass and thigh as I feel the last drops squeezing out my cock totally filled it to the brim.

I look down in shock, standing with a thoroughly soaked diaper in my kitchen when I feel my cock stir inside. I peek inside and see my cock throbbing against the freshly wet padding. I feel the overwhelming urge to jerk off.

I make my way to a chair and sit down, feeling the the sagging diaper press up against my ass and balls, warming them with my fresh piss. This puts me into overdrive, and I know I can't last long. Soon I shoot long thick ropes of cum, climaxing like I never have before into my piss soaked diaper.

I waddle back to change myself. After cleaning up, I set down a fresh pair of briefs next to a nice new diaper. I look back and forth for a few minutes before sliding a new diaper comfortably up, and tossing the briefs back in the dresser. I slap some shorts on over them, and hear myself crinkling as I walk out the door. Definitely gonna need to buy more diapers now.

[stlcub87]

First Post!

After years of lurking and jerking it to others' tumblr pages, I have finally decided to take the plunge and start posting here. Pictures of myself will be tagged #me #gpoy, feel free to reblog. If I use a picture of yours on here in a story/caption you don't like, please message me and I will remove it promptly. I will try my best to credit others work.

Big shout out to @mutabear, @outlandsarchives, @ragingwoodlands, and @rubberpupthoughts for the inspiration to start writing here.

This is a judgement free zone. There are lots of strange and weird fetishes (to some) I'd like to explore, so let's be respectful. This blog is 18+ only, so move on if you are underage! Feel free to message or use the ask feature here, and I will the to get back to you in a timely manner.

Welcome to the Bear's Den, studs! Cum at me.

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