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AE-919: The Eternal Sentinels

Description

AE-919 refers to a series of humanoid statues exhibiting anomalous properties. The statues are believed to be of ancient origin, with stylistic elements reminiscent of classical Greek and Roman sculpture. Each statue is crafted with meticulous detail, showcasing an idealised version of the male form.

Each statue is at least 2 metres tall and is carved from either granite or marble. The statues depict hyper-muscled, nude male figures with exaggerated masculine features and prominent genitalia. Weapons and armour are notably absent, and the statues can be seen posing in typical stereotypical frat jock style.

AE-919 can be very dangerous. Prolonged visual contact with an instance of AE-919 causes a progressive anomalous effect on living human subjects. Initial symptoms include elevated heart rate, increased body temperature, and involuntary muscle growth. Continued exposure leads to rapid hypertrophy of skeletal muscle, heightened libido, cognitive simplification, and compulsive sexual arousal reminiscent of a jock-like mentality. Upon physical contact, anyone that touches or is touched by an instance undergoes full petrification and body transformation, becoming an additional instance of AE-919.

AE-919 instances are immobile and silent, but they can move when not being observed directly, which proves to be a significant hazard for anyone in the vicinity. We have found out that covering the statues with opaque materials can temporarily inhibit their movement, but this is not a permanent solution.

onelittlespiral

FML: Spread

Please, you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I need to get to the hospital or something maybe, I feel like I’m on fire. Everything aches and- HAUG. OW! Fuck. I keep hearing these voices man. Telling me to- no I can’t. It all started at the gym dude. I was getting changed after finishing my cardio for the day. Trying to be responsible after my last doc appointment. Okay, okay. I was in the sauna when this big guy comes in. Muscles for days man. He has these pecs that are off the charts. They’re thick, firm slabs of meat that just hang from him like pillows. So soft and so firm- OW, my chest. God, where was I? Yeah, so I’m in the sauna and he sits really close to me. Plenty of room, but parks right next to me. You know I don’t swing that way, but I’m kinda checking him out. He has these beautiful tattoos that curl around his biceps, a sleeve on the side next to me. As he’s relaxing he’s kind of flexing his arms and these things ripple like magic on him. They look so good. Augh. Crap. I feel so itchy dude. But he’s leaning in close. I don’t really even register that he’s talking to me. It’s this deep baritone that rubbles in my head, but it’s the way it bounces that I remember. I was zoning out, and started laughing. Bro- huh- I wish I remembered the joke- huhu- it was so-huhuhu ha. Shit bro. So he pulls me close to him, right in his big, strong arms. At this point I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that he’s got me feeling strange. So loose. So free. Before I know it I’m face down on the bench. Sauna is pumping out this heat, steam surrounding us. But I’m not processing that. Behind me, there is a rhythmic pumping, pumping, pumping. Dude, I’m getting railed. But, like, I don’t even mind. In fact, it feels soooo good huhuuuuu. But that voice. He’s talking. Saying how he wants to breed me. Spread his seed. Make another muscular, tatted up stud like him. And I don’t know what happened. My body shivered when he said that. Suddenly it wasn’t my body anymore. It was his. His to use and shape however he wanted. It was like I was being reprogrammed from the inside. He was telling me how thick he wanted each muscle, how wide my neck needed to be. How thick my waist. How coarse my hair would be. Owww, shit this hurts. But it hurts so good. Maybe he wasn’t telling me bro, but I just felt it deep in me. And then, it happened. Man, it was so hot. I felt this twitch and pulse, and I was so full all of a sudden. It rushed through me. My… his… the cock just exploded deep in me. Coated my insides. I felt so good, like I knew what I needed to do- mmmmm fuuuck meeeeee…

What? What’s wrong? Look at myself?

Dude! I’m freaking huge. It looks like new me ate the old me. Bro, these muscles are sick. Look at how they stretch, I bet I can pull mad chicks with these. Girls would love to have these arms wrapped around them, holding them tight, flexing for them as I bury this- wait, dude, LOOK at this python. It’s practically stretched out of my briefs! I look just like me! Or, was it him? Or maybe us. Augh, it’s so confusing. My thoughts are like pudding. I feel so confused and angry and pent up. You have to help me. Dude, you okay? You’re looking at me funny. WOAH bro? Hey, that’s not funny. Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking so cute. Haha, no, dude I’m just-I’m just joshing. You’re just looking so… so good after your gym pump. I guess. Got me feeling kinda weird. Wait, no. Bro, something’s happening. Do you think it’s the muscles bro? These thick, juicy, sweaty muscles? Ngl, they do sound hot bro. You wanna feel them bruh? Huhu I bet you do. Just take a look at these. Boom. Yeah, looks pretty hot right? You’re not too bad yourself bruh. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and join me. It’s good to let those muscles breathe. No, bruh, you can’t go. You can’t leave me like this. Get me all riled up and leave. You’re looking so breedable right now brah, you must be focusing on those glutes. But why work so hard? Why not just let me train you, let me work out your sweet hole babe. I don’t know what will happen. That’s it. Good boy. Just let me hold you. You’re going to look so much better when I’m done with you. Yeah… I know what I want bro. No. I know what I need. I need to fill those fertile guts with my top notch seed. Yeah. That’s right. Calm down bro. Let me tell you what I think. I think you’re going to use my seed and grow into a stud yourself.

Don’t focus on my words bro. Focus on that feel. Riding this body’s like riding a Ferrari. You’re never gonna be the same afterwards.

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Under New Management

Three friends chase a lucky break only to find it a situation worse than their worst nightmare. Forced to do what they can to turn a fixer-upper into something nearing habitable, they go to the tool shop next door where they can learn a thing or two about home repair.

A grumbling bear, a cocky bull, and a dumb otter walk into a hardware store- or at least that's what they walk out as! Hope you enjoy these three manly TFs, and Happy Spring! -Occam

That all three of them had opportunities in a new city, it just felt like a sign. A fresh start in a new world where they didn’t need to go it all alone. Brandon, Willie, and Tyson had been fast friends since they met in undergrad, despite Brandon and Willie’s best attempts to tank it all with their frequent will-they-won’t-they trysts and break ups.Still, they always land on their feet and every fight seems to make them closer than ever.

Not quite a third wheel, Tyson’s more than happy to tag along with his best friends, ecstatic at how little work the process has been thus far. Willie and Brandon set up most of their housing, he just had to drive the moving van! It was almost too good to be true.

And so reality decides to drag the wishful-thinking Tyson back down. Arriving at their new home in a u-haul filled with their most cherished tchotchkes and most compactable furniture, they do not find their perfect fresh start as promised. Door knob almost hanging off the front door, ivies growing in through cracked windows, crestfallen can’t begin to describe their state as they stare at what was to be their new lives.

It’s so much a fixer-upper that Tyson wonders how their new landlord can even legally rent it out as a property. Taking a beat to calm down and avoid blowing up on his friends who swore up and down that this place was perfect, Tyson takes a deep breath as he throws his soft blond hair up into a bun before staring daggers at his new roommates.

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Cupid’s Golden Arrow

They say you never know when love will strike, and that’s never more true than when Cupid gets involved. Nobody had noticed the new bartender or the special Valentine’s Day drinks he was serving.

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This ex-twinks' perplexed expression was undoubtedly due to the disconnect between the part of his brain that you manipulated to be unaware of his transformation, and the part of his brain that could still subconsciously detect the physical changes that have occurred over the past week. You imagined what he had looked like when you got a hold of him. Skinny, no body hair besides from a few wisps under his arms and around his cock, with practically no traces of testosterone in his veins. A mere week after ejaculating twice into his small little butt, he had bulked up to have an eye-catchingly powerful presence. The fur coating his body commands additional respect beyond his muscle, and stirs animalistic, primal responses in all who see it. In instances where his body is unfortunately covered up with clothes, the thick beard and receding hair line serve as an indicator of the copious male hormones surging through him, and what lies beneath as a result. As you stared at the pic a bit longer, a great source of pride was in the thick, long hair all over his shoulders and the hair wrapping around his rib cage. You knew with that much hair in those places, there was no question that the same thickness and density of hair on display on his chest was also all over his back, legs, forearms, and butt. Now he can go out into the world with his permanently altered DNA and spread his seed for pleasure, and to reproduce and make more hairy, strong, virile men like him, derived from your transformational DNA.

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The Valentine's Mishap

inspired by the incredible, @salmonskinrolltf

Kevin stood just outside the small apartment he shared with his boyfriend, Mark. Just like it always did on Valentine’s Day, his heart was fluttering inside his chest. Kevin was shy and soft-spoken, the kind of man who still blushed when he held Mark’s hand in public. He was holding a bouquet of red roses accented with white lilies, the stems tied together with a large, frilly bow. He was excited to surprise his boyfriend with the gift. Mark was everything Kevin adored: quiet, bookish, a little awkward, and completely his.

He let himself in with his key, the scent of the bouquet filling the hallway and mixing with the smell of chocolates they had already opened earlier in the day. “Mark? Happy Valentine’s, baby.”

Mark looked up from the couch, laptop balanced on his knees, wearing the same faded Star Wars T-shirt he’d had since college. His messy brown hair fell into his eyes, and his smile was lopsided and sweet. “Kevin… you didn’t have to.”

Kevin crossed the room and set the bouquet on the coffee table. “I know, but I wanted to. Now, open the card.”

Mark plucked the little envelope from the arrangement, tore it open, and began to read. His eyebrows rose. Then his cheeks flushed pink.

“Uh… is this a prank, Kevin? Or are you dropping hints that you want to try roleplay?”

Kevin leaned in, curious and confused. Mark turned the card so he could see.

The handwriting was bold and dramatic, full of pretty cursive loops and I’s dotted with hearts. It read:

My big, strong Daddy,

Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ve been thinking about your thick cock all morning, shooting your hot loads down my throat. I can’t wait to move in next week so I can wake you up every morning with my lips wrapped around it. Your good boy is so fucking excited to be yours completely, Daddy.

— Nico

Kevin’s stomach dropped. “Oh my god. That’s not— I must have grabbed the wrong bouquet at the shop. Or they must have mixed up the cards. I’m so sorry, Mark, I…”

Mark stared at the note a second longer, then began to laugh. It was a soft, familiar chuckle, the same one that always made Kevin’s chest warm. “It’s okay, baby. Honest mistake.” He leaned up and gave Kevin’s cheek a quick kiss. “You’re still the sweetest guy I know.”

Kevin exhaled in relief, cheeks burning bright red from the embarrassment and his boyfriend’s soft lips. He took the wrong card, crumpled it, and tossed it in the trash. The right one, a simple and heartfelt note, was lost in some other bundle of flowers elsewhere in the city. Deciding to shrug off the awkward situation and move on, Kevin wanted to at least enjoy the rest of the day he had planned: going out for dinner to Mark's favorite restaurant, coming home to slow dance in the living room to their special song, and a night spent tangled together in their bed.

But as the afternoon wore on, something began to shift. There was a weird thrum of energy in the air, moving through the surroundings.

Mark had gone back to his laptop, but his posture was different. He sat straighter, shoulders broader than Kevin remembered. When he reached for his water glass, the sleeve of his T-shirt strained, revealing a bicep that looked… thicker. Dark hair broke through the skin, spreading across the length of his seemingly growing arms. Kevin blinked, telling himself it was just the lighting of their crappy apartment.

By evening, the changes became impossible to ignore.

Mark stood to stretch, and the motion pulled his Star Wars shirt tight across his chest. The fabric strained and made a thin, stretching sound. Kevin’s mouth went dry as his heart raced. Mark’s pecs had swollen into two beefy pecs pushing outward, nipples visibly hard beneath the shirt that now looked painted on. There was no denying his arms were changing, biceps rounding into solid peaks, veins beginning to trace under the skin. He rolled his neck, and Kevin heard a low, satisfied rumble come from his throat. The sound was deeper than Mark’s usual soft tenor.

“Mark… are you okay?” Kevin asked, voice small and concerned.

Mark turned. His face had changed. The boyish roundness was gone. His jaw was thick with a deep cleft, shadowed with stubble that had grown thick and dark over the last couple hours. His eyes, once soft behind his discarded glasses, now looked more intense, haloed by dark circles. He scratched at his thick chest absently, and Kevin watched the motion tug the shirt up, exposing a trail of curly dark hair running down a newly defined abdomen.

“Yeah, I’m all good,” Mark said. His voice had dropped an octave, with a faint gravelly edge that sent an unwelcome shiver down Kevin’s spine. “Just… feeling pumped today.”

He peeled the shirt off without asking, revealing a body that no longer belonged to the man Kevin had fallen in love with. Broad shoulders that were solid and strong, heavy pecs dusted with coarse black hair, a stomach that was still flat but showed the definition of strengthening abdominal muscles. Mark’s skin looked tanner, weathered by the sun. His nipples had darkened, thick and perky and just asking to be played with. Kevin’s anxious gaze dropped lower. The front of Mark’s sweatpants was stuffed full with a thick, heavy bulge that visibly throbbed once, as if aware of being watched.

Kevin’s cock stirred traitorously in his jeans even as panic started to sink in.

Mark didn’t seem to notice his boyfriend’s distress. He grabbed his phone instead, newly thick fingers scrolling through messages. A low chuckle, deeper now, rolled out of him as he read something on the screen.

Kevin tried to smile. “I, um… I made reservations for that little Italian place you like. Seven-thirty. We can walk there and hold hands, like we used to—”

“Not tonight,” Mark said, not even looking up. His thumb moved over the screen, typing. “Got plans.”

The words hit him like a truck. Kevin’s planned romantic evening dissolved in an instant.

Mark’s belly had begun to push outward. Not fat exactly, but solid and powerful. He was now rocking a heavy gut that spoke of his new strength and voracious appetite. Hair spread across his gut in a thick, dark pelt, swirling around his bellybutton. His sweatpants rode low now, the waistband stretched by wider hips and a round, muscular ass that jiggled when he shifted his weight. The bulge between his legs had grown even more obscene, the thick outline of a fat cock and swollen balls clearly visible to passersby. The fabric covering his crotch had already begun to darken with a wet spot of pre.

Kevin’s heart hammered inside his chest, alarm sirens blaring in his head. “Mark, please. Look at me. Something’s wrong. You’re… you’re changing.”

Mark finally glanced over. His face had aged impossibly. He had to be mid-forties now, maybe older. Lines accented the corners of his eyes, his brow heavy and brooding. His messy hair had receded, the top of his head now smooth and shaved close, while a thick, bushy salt and pepper beard had erupted across his chiseled jaw and cheeks. The hair was wiry and full, framing a mouth that looked more smug, frozen in a cocky sneer. When he spoke, his Midwestern accent had shifted, too. His voice was deeper, slower, a low rumble with a faint Southern drawl that Mark had never possessed before this moment.

“Wrong? Nah. I feel fucking good.” He palmed his heavy bulge openly, squeezing the fat shaft through the fabric as the dark spot spread. “Got my boy texting me all day, telling me how bad he needs his Daddy’s cock. Can’t wait to wreck that tight little hole tonight.”

Kevin’s knees nearly buckled. “Your… your boy?”

Mark’s eyes narrowed, cold and dismissive. “Nico. My boy. You know that. Stop acting weird, Kevin. You’re my roommate, not my keeper.”

The words hit like a slap across the face. Kevin staggered back a step. “Roommate? Mark, we’ve been together for three years. We’re boyfriends. I love you—”

Mark laughed at that, a deep and booming sound that vibrated through the room like thunder. “Boyfriends? Ain’t that cute. You’ve always been a little clingy, but this is pathetic.” He stood fully now, towering over Kevin. He had grown at least six inches taller, easily 6’4”, shoulders wide enough to block the light and cast a shadow over the smaller man. His gut was a solid, hairy ball now, pushing against the waistband of his sweatpants. The fabric had begun fraying at the seams from the sheer mass of his thighs. His cock completely thickened into a monstrous, veiny club, the mushroom head pushing past the waistband as Mark became aroused. The tip was slick and leaking, and the musk wafting from the dense bush of black pubic hair made Kevin dizzy.

Kevin was inhaling him: cum, sweat, pure masculinity. His own small dick was painfully hard, shame flooding his cheeks even as tears stung his eyes. He couldn’t mask the sense of betrayal in his eyes.

Mark’s phone buzzed. He grinned, teeth white against the greying beard. “That’s my boy right there. He’s on his way over. Gonna fuck him so good tonight. You might wanna make yourself scarce, roomie. Unless you wanna watch.”

Kevin’s voice cracked. “Please, Mark. Remember me. Remember us. This is a dream and we’re both about to wake up. This isn’t possible—”

Mark waved a massive hand, already turning away. “Clean up your half of the dishes before you go to bed. And start packing. Nico’s moving in next week and things are becoming official real fast. We’re making this place ours. You’ve got till Sunday to find somewhere else.”

The horror settled deep in Kevin’s gut. This wasn’t a prank. Reality itself was rewriting around them. Mark, or better yet the stranger that had taken Mark’s place, was forgotten by the rest of the world as the sweet nerd he had once been. He had always been this: a big, hairy, dominant daddy who collected pretty boys like property.

The knock came at eight-thirty.

Kevin was still in the kitchen, hands trembling as he washed the same plate over and over while lost in thought, when the door opened.

Nico stepped in.

He was everything the card had promised and more. Blonde, tousled hair that fell in soft waves around a pretty, vacant face. Full, cock-sucking lips that appeared glossy in the light. Wide, innocent blue eyes that blinked vapidly. His body was pure himbo goodness: narrow shoulders, tiny waist, and then an explosion of curves below. His ass was enormous, two fat, jiggling globes barely contained by tight white booty shorts that disappeared between them. His cock formed a small bulge that bounced with every step. He wore a crop top that read “Daddy’s Boy” in glittery letters, nipples hard and visibly pierced beneath the fabric.

“Daddy!” Nico squealed, voice high and breathy. He dropped his bag and threw himself at Mark.

Mark, now fully transformed now, caught his lover easily, massive hands gripping two handfuls of that fat ass and squeezing hard enough to make Nico moan. “There’s my good little slut,” he growled, voice pure gravel and smoke. “Missed this fat fucking ass all day.”

He kissed Nico like he was claiming territory, tongue invading that eager mouth while Nico whimpered and ground his hard little cock against Mark’s hairy thigh. Kevin watched from the kitchen doorway, frozen, as Mark’s thick fingers slid under the shorts and pushed into Nico’s needy hole without foreplay. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the apartment.

“Bedroom. Now,” Mark ordered.

Nico nodded frantically. “Yes, Daddy. Use me. Ruin my hole.”

They didn’t even close the door.

Kevin stood in the hallway, heart shattering at the sounds he could overhear. The wet slap of skin against skin. Nico’s high, desperate moans. Mark’s deep, filthy growls.

“Take it, boy. That’s it. Swallow Daddy’s cock. Fuck, your throat’s so tight. Gonna bust so hard you’ll taste me for days.”

Kevin’s hand moved without permission. He felt himself palming his own pathetic erection through his jeans, shame burning through him like fire. Tears streamed down his cheeks even as he unzipped the fly and fished out his small cock, even as he started stroking in time with the rhythmic thump of the headboard against the wall.

Inside the bedroom, Mark was relentless. “You’re mine now, Nico. My cumdump. I’m gonna fuck you every night while that worthless roommate of mine jerks his tiny dick in the next room.”

Nico giggled, voice breaking on a moan. “He’s so pathetic, Daddy. Can we… can we make him watch sometime?”

Mark laughed, deep and satisfied. “Maybe. If he’s good. But today is Valentine’s, boy, so we're the only two people in the world right now.”

Kevin came hard, shamefully, biting his lip to stay quiet and choke down the moan. His load splattered against the hallway floor as the sounds of Mark fucking his new boy toy echoed through the apartment. The man who had once whispered “I love you” to Kevin before bed each night now snarled filthy commands and slapped Nico’s fat, jiggling ass until it was red.

When it was all over, the apartment fell quiet except for Nico’s soft, satisfied whimpers and Mark’s low, possessive grunts.

Kevin slid down the wall, spent and broken, staring at the still ajar bedroom door. He could smell the musk wafting out. Valentine’s Day was over. His relationship was over, too. The man he loved was gone, replaced by a big, hairy, dominant daddy who didn’t even recognize his former boyfriend as anyone other than a dude who split the rent payment with him.

And in the morning, Kevin would start packing. He had a couple days to come up with a plan, but it was a given that Mark and Nico were not going to be shy about their love during that time. He’d be listening to the daddy and his boy fucking like rabbits through the wall at least until Sunday.

He cock began to rise again just thinking about it.

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Valentine's last delivery

Ethan’s boots felt heavier with every step down the sixth-floor hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects, and the carpet was the same cheap beige it had been for twenty years. 3:47 a.m., Valentine’s Day was finally bleeding out and from the hallways, Ethan could hear the happy couples celebrating this special day. “Last delivery...” he said still fuming about this shift his boss forced on him or he would be fired. Pepperoni and mushroom, extra cheese, delivered to 612, Maple Street. Then he could climb back into his car, drive the twenty minutes home to Sarah, and pull the little velvet box from the glove compartment. He’d been practicing the words all night between runs: “Sarah, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. Will you marry me?” The ring was simple white gold, exactly what she’d hinted at for months.

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The sun was beating down on the dusty highway, miles in any direction from civilization. Axel, a slim 19 year old had hit backpack slung over his shoulder and his thumb stuck out. He just needed to get far away from his small-minded small town and all the people who didn't 'approve' of him. Taking all that he cared about, which wasn't much, Axel left home, planning to never see it again. But as cars sped by, completely ignoring him, he suspected that he'd probably have to go back just so he didn't die of heatstroke. His cutoff jean shorts hugged his hips and his white muscle shirt clung to him from all the sweat.

Eventually, a massive semi truck pulled over and slowed to a halt almost in front of him. The passenger door creaked open, and a burly man in his late 40s leaned over. He was built like a wall of muscle and fat, a thick beard framed his rugged face. A flannel shirt strained over his hairy chest.

"Hop in, kid," he grunted. Axel didn't need to be told twice, jumping into the truck. "Name's Hank. Where ya headed?"

"Away," Axel replied, settling into the seat, his legs dangling a bit. The cab smelled like leather, diesel, and something musky. Looking over, the twink noticed how Hank's jeans showed off the man's bulge.

Noticing the way the kid blushed at the sight of his bulge, Hank chuckled a bit but the sound was covered up by the rev of the engine. The truck lurched forward, kicking up loose gravel as it went back on the road.

The two drove in silence for a while, neither one knowing what to say to the other. Eventually, Axel thanked the man for stopping and the conversation flowed from there. Most of it was I don't chatter idle chatter but over time Axel shared bits about running away from his family and his bigoted town. Hank nodded, his thick fingers gripping the wheel a little tighter than usual every so often. Hours blurred into the rhythm of the road, the sun casting an orange glow through the windshield.

With the sun in their eyes, Hank reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a well-worn black trucker hat. "Here kid," he said, tossing the cap to Axel. "You can use this until the sun goes down."

The twink smiled his thanks, before plopping it on his head, adjusting the brim to block out the sun. At first, he just enjoyed the fact that the sun wasn't in his eyes as he listened to the hum of the tires on the asphalt, but then a warm tingling sensation spread throughout his scalp. Axel shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Hank who was focused on the road, a slight smirk on his lips.

Axel's fingers started to itch, looking at them he noticed that fine hairs were starting to sprout along his knuckles, dark and coarse. He scratched at them and noticed that the hair started to travel up his forearms. His chest started to expand, his nipples getting hard as the itching continued underneath his shirt. He tugged at his collar and revealed the first patches of hair curling over his once smooth pecs.

Hank kept driving, one hand on the wheel while the other casually adjusted his growing bulge.

A strange heat started to spread throughout Axel's body making his cock twitch in his jean shorts. He squirmed, hand drifting down to palm it , surprised at how different it felt. Before, he could admit that he was a little on the smaller side but the cock he felt on himself had some heft.

During that discovery, hair had claimed his torso. He pulled his shirt off over his head since it was starting to get too tight, and exposed his broadening chest dusted with dense black hair that traveled down his hardening abs. His legs started to thicken too; thighs bulging as muscles grew while hair continued to grow. Axel's face burned as he felt his jaw squaring and stubble start to grow into a full beard.

"Fuck," Axel groaned, his voice a baritone rumble.

He looked over at Hank who had unzipped his fly and pulled out his fat veiny eight inch cock that was already leaking precum. "See something ya like?" The trucker teased.

Axel couldn't resist. His own zipper rasped down, and out sprang his transformed dick: thicker than before, circumcised head flaring purple, nestled in a bush of pubic hair that crept up to his navel. He gripped it, stroking roughly, the sensation electric. Hank reached over, his callused hand wrapping around Axel's shaft, pumping slow and firm.

Hank was able to stear the truck onto a deserted pull off, engine idling as Hank leaned in. Their beards brushed before lips crashed together in a sloppy, tongue filled kiss. Hank's mouth tasted of coffee and tobacco, dominating as Axel submitted, then he started to push back with newfound aggression. Hank's fingers tangled in Axel's new chest hair, tugging, while Axel clawed at Hank's back, feeling the sweat slick fur there.

Hank shoved Axel back against the seat, yanking down his jeans. Axel's ass cheeks had plumped, hairy and firm, hole winking invitingly.

"Gonna fuck that tight hole till it's perfect for me," Hank growled, spitting on his palm and slicking his cock. He pressed the blunt head against Axel's entrance, pushing in slow. Axel gasped, the stretch burning sweet, his body yielding as inches sank deep.

They rutted like animals in the cab as Hank's hips slamming forward, balls slapping Axel's furry taint. Axel jerked his own cock in time, precum smearing his hairy belly. The transformation complete, Axel was a mirror of Hank: burly, bearded, cock throbbing with years of pent up lust. Axel demanded for more, voice gravelly, as his legs wrapping around Hank's waist.

Hank obliged, pounding relentlessly until Axel's ass clenched, milking him. Cum erupted from Axel's dick in thick ropes, splattering their chests, matting the hair. Hank followed, flooding Axel's guts with hot seed, groaning as it overflowed. They panted, spent, the hat still perched on Axel's head like a crown.

"Welcome to the road," Hank said, zipping up. "We got many miles to go."

Axel grinned, ready for whatever came next.

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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!

ends Day 1 vlog

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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!

ends Day 2 vlog

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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.

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IFBB Pro Classic Physique Bodybuilder Edgar Vincit.

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BW-TK-004 field test report

BAER CORP Apparel research division report

Project: BAER WEAR tanktop BW-TK-004 field test

Initial subject: Ryan M.

Report Compiled By: Dr. B. Decker

Summary:

Subject Ryan M. (hereafter referred to as Subject #1) was selected as an ideal candidate for field testing of our latest BAER WEAR prototype due to multiple recent life disruptions: romantic separation from long-term girlfriend, recent relocation to an unfamiliar metropolitan area (minimizing his social network), intention to begin a fitness regimen based on his internet activity. Interception of the subject's online gym clothing order was executed without incident. Original merchandise was replaced with Prototype BW-TK-004 tanktop. Delivery was completed by newly acquired asset "Daddy Rick" (originally Richard Paulson, 31, now 54 prime example of a musclebear daddy, bearification achieved through conventional anal and oral penetrative conversion protocol by Senior Field Agent Ursus.) Daddy Rick reported no complications. Subject accepted package without suspicion. Subsequent email complaint of Subject #1 regarding visual discrepancy with the ordered product was successfully placated with an apology and a 50$ gift card. No further customer service contact attempted.

DAYS 1-2:

Browser history surveillance flagged search query: "gym tank top stinks even after washing". Research note: the beard hair and body hair harvested from volunteer BAER CORP employees woven into the fabric continue to produce detectable musk even after standard washing machine laundering. Further prototypes need to boost olfactory masking in order to prevent early-stage resistance. However, psychoactive effects of the musk remain fully potent despite repeated washing. Subject #1 was observed putting on BW-TK-004 within approximately six minutes of waking up, after having spent the night with it in his room. No further complaints regarding odor have been logged.

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You were deep inside your latest twink conquest, getting into a good rhythm, when he asked you to pull out. “Something feels weird, there’s a tingly feeling inside of me.” You smirked as you looked down at his body. You hadn’t cum in two weeks, and the potency of the built up load was apparent. His smooth body was already caving in to the traces of transformative semen in your precum. The hair on his butt and legs had come in moments after your first entered him. Now his hands and arms were developing as your DNA flowed through his bloodstream. Your cock twitched and your balls churned as you imagined what would happen to him once you give him a full dose of your built up load. The hair on his legs and arms would get thicker and longer, his smooth back would be gone in no time. Every inch of his body that could grow hair would be covered in a thick, dark pelt, while his hairline would start receding in response to the extreme testosterone level changing his body. “I think you just like having a hairy older man mount you with his big dick.” He laughed, “Yeah, but no older man made my butt feel like this before.” You lined up your cock with his newly hairy, twitching hole. You wrapped your powerful, hairy arm around his stomach, pleased to feel a thick happy trail running along his torso. You pushed in, his tight, warm hole welcoming you inside. As you pummeled him with your cock, you whispered in his ear, “My cock changes twinks like you into real men.” But he was too lost in ecstasy to register what you had said. Moments later you pushed all the way in, balls deep, your hairy sweaty chest covering his entire back, grunted loudly, and flooded him with shot after shot of sperm. After a full minute of ejaculating, your balls were finally empty. You couldn’t wait for morning to come to see what had become of this former twink.

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I’ll Have What He’s Having

“Really, dude, right here?” Thom whispered, clearly surprised by his bro’s suggestion.

“Yes!” Jacob hissed, “Seriously, let’s fuck with him, it’ll be funny!” he saw that he still needed to do some convincing. “I’ll let you fuck me up the ass afterwards?” he enticed, smirking at Thom.

That was an enticing offer. They usually just gave each other bro-jobs, only letting the other fuck them after a bad week at school or a prolonged period without any poon.

Thom considered it for a while… “You’re right… yeah, fuck it, why not?” Thom looked around for any prying eyes and started peeling off his shirt.

“Okay, give me your glass, I’ll squirt you out your helping.”

Jacob cocked his head and leaned back surprised, “Wait, seriously?”

“Yes, bro!” Thom said as though it were completely obvious that was the plan. “I’m not gonna be the only one in on this!”

Jacob rubbed his hands excitedly and slid over his cup of coke to Thom, “Well, yes sir! Don’t have to tell me twice!”

He placed the two glasses in front of him and then rubbed his fingers together to warm them. “Alright, lemme concentrate,” He leaned back and played with his nipples, teasing them, pinching them, and flicking them.

“Mmmpppff, fuck yeahhh…” Thom moaned quietly to himself. Jacob looked around to make sure no one was noticing, but they were still in the clear. Thom’s pecs started swelling up thicker, thicker, thicker, as if being filled up with a water hose. Jacob swore he could hear liquid start sloshing around in Thom’s tits.

“Guuuaahh, fuck, here it comesssss… help me out, get the glassessssssuuuurrghhh...” he hissed quietly, low enough to be drowned out over the din of the restaurant, but still in clear ecstasy.

Jacob quickly reached over and took the glasses, but Thom looked like he hit orgasm and squirted a thick, white substance twice from his muscle tits on the table as Jacob moved in and held the glasses of coke in front of his nipples.

“Shit, sorry,” Jacob whispered as Thom pumped his milk into the two glasses, letting go of his nipples but squeezing his swolen muscle tits delicately, coaxing more of his milk out.

“That’s alright, bro,” he replied forgivingly, still pumping small squirts into the glasses. “I’m not gonna cry over spilt milk.” He stuck his tongue out and did a comical bro-y laughing pantomime. Jacob grinned and rolled his eyes.

Thom gave a final few squirts into the glasses, shook his pecs, like you would your dick over a toilet bowl, and leaned back with a heavy sigh. He took one more cautionary look around and quickly put his shirt back on, while Jacob brought his own glass back across the table. He stirred the milk into the coke with his straw, making it resemble watered-down coffee with cream. Boy, he could feel his cock swelling up already. He loved Saturdays with Thom like this, but they had never done anything like this so public! He hoped he would be able to stop himself from cumming all over the floor of the restaurant.

Thom brought a napkin under his shirt and dabbed his pecs, cleaning off any residual milk, and sat back stirring his coke as well, looking over his sunglasses and smirking at Jacob. Jacob returned the smirk and looked over Thom’s shoulder, noticing the waiter walking back to their table.

Jacob cleared his throat to get Thom’s attention and darted his eyes away to signal that the waiter was coming back. Thom excitedly rubbed his hands together and adjusted his position. The cute waiter arrived at their table.

“Hey boys, how’re we doing over here? Can I get you any..thing…?” he trailed off a little as he noticed the splashes of… what looked like milk? Really thick milk, looking like it had been shot across the table? He hoped that was the case and not the other thing he was thinking—it certainly didn’t smell like what he though it was, at least. He looked at their glasses to see if they needed a refill and it… wait, these two didn’t order iced coffee, that was supposed to be coke. What the fuck was going on here?

Thom leaned back stretching and patted his belly, rubbing his rigid abs in show, “Oh, everything has been super yummy, bro, it’s just…” he held his glass up and swirled it around, “This coke tastes really funny…”

He took a big sip and his muscles twitched and pulsed all over his body, making him swell instantly. Not substantially, but enough for the waiter to definitely notice, with Thom’s tightening tank top not leaving a lot to the imagination and showcasing his guns.

The waiter went bug-eyed, in disbelief of what he thought he saw, “Uh,” he swallowed hard, “I can get you.. uh, I can get you another if you want?”

“Yeah, mine’s got a funny taste to it, too,” Jacob jumped in. “It’s like creamy or something, not bad but…” Jacob shrugged and took three giant swigs from his glass, emptying it of half of its content, perhaps a bit too eager in his approach. “You wanna try it?” His question started at a higher octave but by the end it had reached a deep, deep baritone. Jacob stifled as much groaning and grunting as he could as he stacked on about 50 or 60 more pounds of muscle instantly, and he was a pretty beefy fellow beforehand. His polo shirt strained against his flesh underneath and his khaki shorts stretched across his swelling thighs, the threads popping. He was trying to keep his composure, but he couldn’t help but moan slightly as his cock ballooned in girth, added 3 inches in length, and formed an imposing, rounded bulge against his shorts. It would be harder for Jacob to leave the restaurant in his more non-elastic clothing without giving the entire establishment an impromptu strip tease—he hadn’t exactly planned for this fun, sexy prank.

Thom took the lead next and stood up out of the booth with his glass in hand, inches away from the waiter who turned to face him slack-jawed.

“Tell you what, me and my bro gotta go, but how does $50 sound? Jacob?”

“Yeah I can spot you,” Jacob stood up, sandwiching the waiter between him and Thom. He reached behind him, pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, and produced 2 twenties and 1 ten. “Will that cover the food and drinks?”

The waiter nodded dumbly. Actually, it almost doubled what they owed, so he’d be getting a 100% tip. ‘100% tip and a show,’ he thought to himself, his cock rigid in his shorts.

“Awesome, bro,” Jacob replied in a low voice as he lowered the money down into the front pocket of the work apron hanging off the waiters waist. Jacob put the money in the pocket and kept his hand in there for a while as he felt up and groped the waiter’s hard cock. The waiter threw his head back in a shuddering gasp. Jacob let go of the waiter’s crotch before he shot his load and looked over at Thom. “Ready, dude?”

“One sec,” Thom replied, bringing his glass to his lips. He gave a loud series of gulps as the milky coke in the glass went down his gullet. Thom shook a bit as if a chill ran down his spine, and then his body swelled up in an otherworldly display. He shot up about a foot and a half in height, broadened thick and wide. His white tank top was stretched to its absolute limit, hugging every pulsing and rapidly expanding muscle group on his upper body, rising up his torso as he gained height, becoming more of a crop top. His once-loose gym shorts now became a pair of compression shorts as his thighs and calves grew deadly and powerful, his ass becoming two huge swelling globes that stretched against the fabric of the shorts. His cock and balls grew turgid and bulbous, pushing out from his waist and creating an enormous bulge that pushed his shorts forward and pressed against the waiter’s upper torso. The waiter held his breath, worried that any movement would set off his own cock in his shorts.

“*AAAHHHH*,” he gave a cartoonish satisfied breath as he finished his beverage, but in an impossibly deep, booming voice. “READY.”

“Tip’s on the table,” Jacob said, patting the waiter on the shoulder as they left the burger joint, Jacob leading and Thom having to duck and walk sideways as they exited through the door.

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The waiter leaned against their table and took a moment to compose himself. What in the fuck was that?! These dudes had blown up like hunky balloons in front of him and left like it was nothing! His cock was pressing hard against his shorts; he literally had almost jizzed himself on the job. He would give anything to see that again, shit to be part of it! And what an incredible tip, on top of everything else!

‘Wait…’ he thought. ‘The guy said tip’s on the table, he didn’t leave any more money and the amount he gave him was more than fair, what could—…”

His eyes landed on one of the glasses. The hulk in the tank top had finished his, but the smartly dressed one had only finished half of his… Did he mean…? Could he??

He lifted up the glass and studied it. Yes, it was milky, and yes, it looked like watered down (or milked down) coke, and yes, someone had already drank out of it… But fuck it.

He held the glass to his lips and threw it back, chugging down every last drop of the beverage. “HHHHUUURRRNNNGGGG!!” he grunted loudly as the liquid hit his stomach he felt his whole body tense up, his already existing muscles being flexed to their limit. Everyone turned to look at him, hearing his outburst. “Ohh,” he moaned as he felt himself rise taller, his shoulders pushing away from his neck broadening his frame and his arms gaining stacks and stacks of muscle, his shoulders growing rounder and his back rippling with new muscle. “OOhh-HHUUUhhhh,” his pecs bounced and bounced and bounced, gaining more and more weight with each bounce, and his abs hardened and protruded from his gut. He gripped the table as he felt his already tight shorts grow unbearably tighter around his swelling ass and thighs until they exploded off him, loud enough that it made a few patrons shout out in surprise, leaving his ass bare and exposed, his front only obscured by the waist apron. As his thighs and legs swelled larger and larger and his feet tore out of his canvas work shoes, growing 4 sizes in seconds. He gripped harder onto the table, hearing the wood of it splinter as he felt what was coming next. “OOOOHHH FUUUUCCCKK,” he moaned loudly as he lifted up his apron and watched his dark, angry cock land wetly against the table. He involuntarily started bucking against the table as his cock pulsed harder and harder, shaking the table and making the plates loudly shake around and jostle. “I’M *URRGH* SORRY, I’M SO SORRY” he called out to the restaurant as he bucked, seemingly in involuntary throes of ecstasy. He looked down, moaning ridiculously loudly, and watched as it snaked forward, growing thicker and longer, thicker and longer, thicker and longer with every buck of his hips. His breathing got quicker as his nuts swelled to huge, swinging bull nuts below the table, and he prepared for what was coming. “I’M SORRY, I’M—OOOHH FUCK, FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!!” he thrust and thrust and thrust until finally a torrent of jizz rocketed out of his cock head, splattering the whole table in white, knocking over glasses, and pushing silverware off the table. He gave a few more final thrusts and stood back from the table, panting heavily and looking down on himself while his jizz dripped heavily off the tabletop. Fuck, he was a fucking god! He had the dark, silky Mediterranean skin and hair to fit the part, too. He had never been in this kind of condition in his life, nor did he ever see himself achieving it. He had to catch up with those dudes. He threw his apron down over his still-hard cock—the only thing covering (if you could call it covering) his bottom half—and turned to jog out of the burger joint. His coworkers watched him leave, silent as the rest of the patrons of the burger joint, not believing the hulking beast their coworker had become.

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Jacob and Thom were laughing, joking like schoolboys about the looks on the waiter’s faces and groaning about how fucking nice it felt.

“Hey guys! Wait up!”

They heard someone call after them in a deep voice and they turned to see this hulking Mediterranean giant waving them down and jogging after them. He was in an obscenely tight t-shirt and seemed to be wearing nothing below the waist but a service apron, poorly concealing a huge hard-on that tented the front of it.

“Heyyyy! Good looks, bro!” Jacob called to him as he got closer, realizing it was their waiter.

“Hey there sexy! Nice to see you could take a hint!” Thom echoed deeply.

The waiter slowed his jog and did a little turn for the both of them, flexing his guns, popping his pecs, giving them a nice view of his ass, as they whistled and clapped, giving him bro-y adulations.

The waiter stood there blushing, and smiled at the two of them as a silence began to hang over them.

“So, what happens now?” he pondered.

“What happens now is I’m gonna fuck this guy up the ass, as promised,” Thom said, pointing to Jacob who rolled his eyes and grinned, remembering his promise.

“Nice, nice…” the waiter replied with a smile, definitely interested in getting in on that, but waiting for anything else.

“… Would you want to join? You and I could Eiffel Tower this beefcake? You wouldn’t mind, would you, Jacob?”

“No way, not at all!” Jacob responded enthusiastically, waggling a tongue out to the waiter and winking.

The waiter thought for a moment. It’s not like he could go back to his job… plus, if he showed these guys he could expertly fool around, then this definitely wouldn’t be the last he’d see of them.

“Fuck it, sure, why not?”

Thom and Jacob cheered and threw their arms around the waiter, taking turns to squeeze his exposed ass, as they walked back to the frat house for a pounding. Maybe Thom could convince the other brothers to suck from his muscle tits—not that it would take much convincing, since all of the brothers were fully aware of Thom’s potent milk—and they could turn this little threesome into a full on orgy of swelling frat bros.

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Cucked by Coach

For those who voted. I hope you enjoy this top jock getting bottomed and cucked.

“Holy SHIT! Babe what the hell happened to you?! Y-You’re ginormous.” Jake shouted.

“Get on the couch.” Eric smirked and flexed his new, twitching, muscular frame.

“W-What?!” Jake stammered.

“Get on the couch and show me your hole... slut” Eric commanded.

Jake couldn’t believe his bottom of a boyfriend was now the size of an IFBB Pro star. Nor could he believe he was pushing him around like this. His disbelief quadrupled as he felt his body moving to the couch, his boxers already down at his feet. Jake assumed the position he’d made his boyfriend take countless times. Ass up, on all fours, his virgin, top hole winking in anticipation of what was to come next.

Eric’s huge muscled frame flexed a body much larger than the one that left the house for the gym earlier that day. He now stood at 6’ 5”, his thick rippling muscle spilling out of a stringer tank and poser shorts. A dizzying change from the 5’ 6” twink Jake was used to dominating in the bedroom.

“Now that’s a good slut, mygood bottom slut.”

As Eric spoke, Jake’s world began to shift, turning over onto itself. His eyes darted hungrily to the growing bulge in Eric’s poser. He moaned involuntarily as his ass started to grow fatty and thick, over shadowing his muscular physique.

“Wha-what’s happening to me?!” Jake mewled. His new fat ass shaking with want. “Why can’t I stop looking at your cock?!”

“Because it’s all you think about now you horny bottom slut. You never wanted me to top? Always thought you were god’s gifts to bottoms?” Eric leered. “Let’s change that shall we?”

Eric ripped off his work out gear, now standing in only his new size 13 Nike 77’s, calf high socks and the grungy, sweat stained jockstrap the muscle daddy at the gym had forced into his mouth as he fucked him within an inch of his life. His new, fat 10” cock pulsed at the memory, forming a dark spot along the imprint of his massive appendage.

He still tasted the jockstrap, still felt the potent alpha sperm soaked up in his tight hole that transformed him into the specimen now readying his cock to plow Jake’s virgin hole.

“I’m tired of being the bottom. Things are about to change around here.” Eric pulled down the sweat and cum stained jockstrap, spat on his dick and plunged into his boyfriend’s now hungry hole.

CUCKED BY THE GYM COACH

As Jake took his boyfriend’s gargantuan cock, his world continued to shift and fold. How could he ever think Eric was a bottom? The way he pounded Jake’s muscle pussy? It was nothing Jake had ever felt before…and Jake began to realize he had felt a LOT in his ass throughout the years. At that realization his hole suddenly reformed, loosening a bit with each of Eric’s thrusts, allowing for his man’s 10 inches to breed his man pussy for all it’s worth.

“That’s right slut take it ALL. Can’t help yourself around a big cock, can you?” Eric growled into Jake’s ear. Except for his ass Jake’s muscular, jock body remained unchanged, but he felt so small in his big man’s arms. Jake was always looking for cock to fill his needy mouth and ass…that is until he found Eric or better put, when Eric found his boy button. “Now slut. Daddy is getting close. I need you to clench your hole around my cock.”

With all his might Jake gripped his man’s cock, meeting each thrust with slutty moan.

“Fuck.

Fuck-

Me—

Daaa—

Dddyyy—-

Uhhhaaaeiiiii—“ Jake screamed out as Eric began to jack hammer his cock into his wet hole. The monster cock growing thicker and thicker until finally a torrent of cum exploded from its head deep into Jake’s well used pussy, triggering Jake’s own orgasm. The two men slowed their movements, Eric collapsing on Jake, spasming his cock into his hole.

All of a sudden Jake heard someone clapping, slow at first and then all at once it crescendoed into a full on applause. His eyes darted over to an older man in his 50’s seated on their lazy boy. The man was dressed in camo cut offs, a white tank, and thick military combat boots. He was muscular to the point of cartoonish, with silver hair, and the most intense blue eyes Jake had ever seen.

“Fuck babe that was incredible!” The man cheered, looking to Eric, his eyes smiling. “God you really plowed that bottom’s slut hole didn’t you?” The man admired, his eyes never leaving Eric’s.

“Babe?? Who the fuck are you calling babe? Eric is MY boyfriend.” Jake spat. Suddenly intensely protective.

“Boyfriend? HAH!” The giant, silver fox laughed. “Aren’t you too slutty to have a boyfriend?” Jake’s world began to twist and morph again.

“N—noo. I…” Jake stammered.

“Well maybe you once were boyfriends.” The giant smirked maliciously. “That is…until I came along. Now you’re just his slutty bottom cuck. Isn’t that right? Ya…that’s it isn’t it? Getting off while another man fucks your boyfriend.” Jake began to moan. His hole quivering as the giant stood up. His girthy form taking up his full vision. “You can call me Coach, by the way. It’s what your boyfriend screams out whenever I’m balls deep in his hole. Or whenever he’s balls deep in mine.” The man’s smile grew, his bulge becoming more apparent as he watched Jake got lost in the thought of being a slutty cuck.

Jake’s world continued to turn upside down as he remembered when Coach first came into their lives. His presence so domineering, even when Coach was on the receiving end of Eric’s mighty tool, it always felt like he was in charge. The Goliath made his way over to Eric, who was laid out on his back. Coach flipped him onto his stomach, separated his cheeks and dove in face first to Eric’s puckering man hole.

“Oh ffffuck babe. God your tongue! So thick!” Eric moaned. “Jake could never bring me this pleasure! God YES!” Coach came up for air, grabbed Eric’s head by the hair and forced the buff musclegod into a kiss. His eyes staring red hot into Jake’s as he claimed his alpha boyfriend as his own.

Jake could only moan. Drool spilling from his open mouth as he began to furiously jack off to the sight before him.

“Nu-uhh. No! Did you forgot you dumb slut? You only get pleasure from here.” Coach growled, his body rose up suddenly from Eric’s. He formed two fingers tightly together and unceremoniously began to pummel Jake’s sloppy hole.

“Ohh—oh fuck daddy yes! Fuck my man pussy!” Jake squealed. All at once his cock going soft and dreamily leaking as coach pleasured his prostate.

“Fuck ya, slut. Now, since you’ve been sooo good for Coach…he has a gift for you. The silver giant leered as he walked to a leather duffel bag he’d brought. From it he pulled out the largest dildo Jake had ever seen. Jake’s eyes lit up. “This is an exact mold of my cock. It’s what you play with whenever I’m here fucking your man.” Coach laughed.

Coach slammed the suction cupped dildo down, where it fixed itself firmly to the floor. Jake looked at him with pleading eyes and with a final nod of approval from Coach he launched himself onto the silicon cock before him. His unchanged muscular jock body going full force, while his new fatty, sensitive, muscular ass worshipped the silicon cock underneath it.

“What a fucking slut.” Coach laughed harder. He walked over to Eric, who’s ass was still lifted in the air. His hole winking eagerly for the pummeling it would receive. “Nu—uhh boy. I’ve done enough today. I want you riding my cock in time with your slut of a boyfriend.” Coach said, his eyes boring holes into Jake’s as the slut rode the dildo with wild abandon.

Coach laid his massive frame down on their couch and hoisted his cock into the air. His proud 12inches dripping with precum. Jake rode his new dildo harder as Eric lowered himself onto Coach’s cock. Eric couldn’t help but moan in time with Jake, losing himself to the throbbing cock burying itself in his manhole. The two boyfriends bottomed out onto the cocks that brought them untold pleasure, their eyes rolling into the backs of their heads.

“FUCK if this isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen.” Coach cheered. His breathing becoming ragged as he watched the two men debase themselves for him. Eric began bucking his huge alpha body faster and faster. “That’s it slut. Fuck ya. Milk Coach’s cock for all it’s worth, fuck you’re getting me close!” At that Coach grabbed Eric’s thick muscular sides and took over, pistoning his 12inches in and out of Eric’s wet hole. “Get ready boy, because

HERE—

IT—

COMES!!!!!!! FUUUCKKKK!!!!” Coach’s orgasm ripped through Eric, triggering the muscle giants own orgasm, his ass spasming, his cock shooting volleys of cum all over Coach’s giant hairy chest and muscle gut.

At the same time Jake femininely squealed as his own orgasm rocketed through him at the sight of his boyfriend getting bred by the very real cock that he rode as a dildo. His body convulsed, his ass a quivering mess, as his forever soft cock drained cum all over the floor. He barely had enough time to catch his breath before Coach called him over.

“Slut. Come clean us up.” Jake crawled over to the two giant men and began to lick them clean of all the cum they’d spilled, moaning all the while as he served his boyfriend and Coach. “Well babe I’d say it’s time for bed. Slut, clean up the house. We expect breakfast in the morning.” With that the Alphas of the house moved to the bedroom once belonging to Jake and Eric and closed the door.

Jake began to clean the pool off cum he’d unleashed when he heard the unmistakable sound of bed springs moving rapidly…he tried so hard to resist, but he couldn’t. The muscular, jock slut pounced onto the giant dildo once again and began riding it for all it was worth, screaming out as he pummeled his manpussy into eternity.

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Pups 4 Sale

“Pups for sale” the sign read in black blocky letters. John couldn’t believe it. He was just talking to his girlfriend about adopting a dog and here a sign just up the road from his house was offering them up. He couldn’t wait! He called the number.

“Heeelllo”, a voice drawled over the receiver. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m calling for the dogs for sale. Just wanted to to check and make sure you still had some.”

“Oh sure, we got plenty of pups. Take the exit off 95, can’t miss us.”

“Great! Is there an address or—“ **click**. The call ended. “Well okay then…guess we’re doing this the old fashioned way.”

John made his way down the highway and turned off 95. In his mind all the businesses off these highways were sleazy, porno hubs; but sure enough, a small building appeared as the last gleams of sunshine touched the horizon. As John entered the building he was overcome by a strong musk. His nose turned up at the heavy odor. It was like someone had thrown him head first into a hamper of his fellow Rugby bros used jockstraps…maybe this wasn’t the place for him. He heard a whimper behind one of the doors. Curious, he pushed the door slightly ajar.

“Well hi there. You must be the man that called earlier, John was it?” John turned around with a start to find himself looking down at a wiry, muscular man.

“Hi yes, but I don’t recall giving you my name-“

“Well, ain’t you a brick shit house? You’re gonna make one of these pups mighty happy. Come on in and we’ll get you outfitted.”

John wanted to protest, but the longer he huffed the potent, musk ladened air the less his mind could function. He found himself lumbering behind the scrawnier man toward a counter racked with leather collars and leashes, chains and crops. Before John could protest he found the man pulling off his shirt. John’s muscled chest was now on full display. To his horror his shoes and pants were next to follow. He could only watch as his jock strap covered crotch came into full view. Why was his bulge getting hard?! Was he getting off on this? His girlfriend would never forgive him.

“My oh my. We don’t have to change that jock that’s for sure. You worked out hard in that. Now why is a straight man such as yourself wearing jockstrap?”

“Rugby practice.” John responded robotically.

“Hot. Well I said straight, but you won’t be for long, just keep huffing away at that air.” The nearly naked John found himself breathing deeper, his body covered in a heavy sheen of sweat. Getting smellier and smellier with each passing second.

“Fuuckkkk”, John breathed out. Although lost in the pheromone haze, he felt incredible. He peered down at the smaller man, just in time to see him uncapping a dark bottle and emptying a thick oil onto his hands. Those hands made their way to his body. His chest heaving as they made purchase. His whole body vibrating as it absorbed the strange liquid; his muscles began to heave and swell larger and larger.

He could no longer see past his muscled chest, which quickly became coated in a thick pelt of black curly hairs, his sweat soaking into his new hairy chest. His abs rippled and convulsed into hairy cobblestones. His arms erupted into thick hairy hammers held up by his lats. His armpits began to emit the same pungent musk that permeated the air as wiry, rough hairs curled out from them. John could only feel as his legs followed suit, his jockstrap barely able to contain his new thick package and heavy balls. His legs became thick and muscular and just as hairy as the rest of him, his feet enormous and smelly.

“FUUUCCKKKK!!!” John’s new cock began to pulse and then surged to life, ripping his jockstrap to smithereens as pre cum and stink began to leak from the tip. The new hairy beast of a man could finally think again, but his thoughts drifted to new places. The overpowering musk from the place clarified into individual smells that he could piece out. Each one led him down a scent filled trail. He suddenly knew what kind of “pup” he would be taking home with him.

As the realization settled in he began seeing the gear that surrounded him in a new light. He needed a new jockstrap after all. He grabbed leashes and collars, he fitted his new massive body with a harness, leather gauntlets and bands. He was fitted with a new leather jock as well. Adorned with a thick zipper that covered a large cod piece, just big enough to hold his massive cock and bull balls. He pulled assless chaps over his tree trunk thighs and found size 13 boots to cover his gargantuan smelly feet.

The newly minted leather daddy breathed in deeply, pushing his wiry creator aside. The sleazy man could only watch in proud admiration as John followed his nose to a scent so sweet it was impossible to ignore. He made his way to the door he almost walked in earlier and with a heavy shove he slammed the door open. There before him was the most beautiful pup he’d ever seen, golden hair, blue eyes, muscled in all the right places with a fatty chest and plump, thicc ass. The daddy adjusted his chaps as fresh blood pumped to his fat cock.

“I’ll take him.” He smiled and with a quick **click** he attached the new leather collar and leash and led his new pup to his truck.

…

Several months passed, Master John and his pup Jake developed an impossibly strong bond. Out in the real world they were husbands, devoted and kind, the type of gays you’d want at your neighborhood barbecue. But behind closed doors? Jake was Spark the devoted pup to his Master, his holes always ready for use, his body smooth and immaculately tended to, his only purpose in life was to fulfill his masters every sexual desire.

Master’s scent drove all the other Dads in the neighborhood wild annd after asserting his dominance, Master would bring over other daddies for “poker night”. With each game the men would slowly transform into hot, hairy muscle beasts just like John, but none so dominant. Spark’s job was to service the smelly men in any way they needed. Often times they would unzip their jeans allowing Spark full access to their ever growing bones under the poker table. The ultimate pot winner was awarded the use of Spark’s tight asshole. The night always ended with Spark howling and whimpering as he bounced up and down on the hairy, smelly, muscular prize winner. His cock only spraying when Master John gave his permission. “Okay Spark…CUM!”

Maybe the other Daddies would have to get live in pups of their own? I’m sure their wives would understand. Master John knew just the place where they could adopt.

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Slut Shame

This is an excerpt from my story “Slut Shame” a tale of a monogamous man who shames the wrong slut. His boyfriend and life are stolen as he becomes the slut he shamed. You can read that and many other of my free stories here:

Dave and Steve see themselves as monogamous. Clark sees them as corruptable.

enjoy…

Six months have passed since that night. The texts from Steve becoming fewer and fewer until finally Dave found himself single, but he was never alone. Dave fucked his way though whole city blocks. In parks, in cars, on beaches, and movie theaters. It wasn't long before he got a reputation around the city as the newest Slut in town. He reveled in the knowledge that people knew he would more than likely blow them if they had a decent cock. Dave became a regular on the second floor of the Red Hawk. He loved the freedom of strutting around in his jockstrap, showing off his gym honed ass; something he worked meticulously hard to grow in the last few months since breaking up with Steve.

After one particularly dick filled evening Dave decided to venture downstairs to dance on the first floor, when who should he see, but CLARK! The man was sex on legs. He was surprised to see him fully dressed. How could he have never taken him up on the chance to ride his perfect cock? He was standing alone on the dance floor. Maybe he could finally get his chance to fuck this God. He confidently strode over to the sexy man.

"Well well, if it isn't Clark." Dave purred.

"Hey Dave! How you been?" Clark smiled back jovially.

"It has been a night...I'm hoping to make it better." Dave said, his hand palming Clark's cock.

"Ya, we actually saw you upstairs. You really put on a show! How many loads did you take?" Clark smirked. There was something in his eyes Dave could not quite place.

"At least forty I'd say! Why don't we make our own show? You're awfully overdressed Clark" Dave said, as he continued fondling Clark's thick club.

"Dave, you are so hot and the biggest Slut I know, but I'm actually here with someone."

"A threesome! Hot!" Dave swooned.

"Sorry Dave, Steve and I are actually going steady now." Clark nodded toward the man walking up with their drinks.

"Hey Babe." Steve said with a smile. "Oh. Dave, hi! It's been a while. I would ask how you've been, but we saw you upstairs. Great work." Steve said, handing his new boyfriend a water bottle.

In a flash Dave felt his world turn upside down. Wasn't Steve supposed to be with him? He looked down at the slutty jockstrap he wore in stark contrast to the fully clothed Steve and Clark.

"Sorry Dave, we decided to put up boundaries now and close the relationship. We're actually taking a cross country road trip for our six month anniversary. But who knows? Maybe one day we could open our relationship up to a Slut like you."Clark smiled moving Dave's hand from his fully hardened cock.

“Wait…this is wrong. Steve is supposed to be my boyfriend. You’re the slut!”

“Hey babe I’ll let you finish up your chat with Dave. Meet at coat check?” Steve said smiling deeply to Clark.

“Sure babe, just give me a minute.” Clark responded with a smile back.

As Steve left, Clark’s smile turned devilish towards Dave. He roughly grabbed the muscular hairy man by his jock and bent him over slightly.

Dave could not deny how much he loved the manhandling. With Clark’s free hand he roughly inserted two fingers up Dave’s loose, used hole. With a moan Dave squirmed under Clark’s touch, pushing his ass back against the invasion.

“Now you listen here you little Slut.” Clark spat in Dave’s ear. "One day I’m going to claim this ass for my own, but not until you really live like I did. God I miss it, but watching you succumb to it is so much better. I think you need to celebrate tonight,” Clark whispered into Dave’s ear. His fingering continued at a fever pitch, eliciting high pitched moans from Dave.

“Tonight you’re going to take as many loads as you can. If they are hard for you, you’ll accept any cock. Any time they allow to video the encounter you will take them up on it. I'll need some entertainment while I'm on this road trip with your ex. Sounds hot doesn't it?"

"Y-yess. Ohh fuck yes Clark. So hot!" Clark continued mashing Daves boy button, sending him to new slutty heights.

"I want you to keep building this ass up. Hell, build this body up. Become the dumb, hairy, himbo Slut you were always meant to be. By the time we return from this trip Steve should be good and ready to claim this ass with me. I know you'll love that, me and your soul mate DPing this perfect ass." Dave could only moan in response. "Now cum, Slut and let it be the most mind blowing orgasm you've ever had." Clark commanded.

And cum Dave did. He saw stars, his hole pulsed and grabbed greedily at Clark's finger. He pushed back harder and harder as his untouched cock exploded. Dave fell into new slutty depths he never thought he could reach.

"The second floor awaits you, Dave. 'I wouldn't want to cut into your search time for dick.'" Clark sang into Dave's ear as he removed his fingers wiping the remnants of loads on Dave's hairy chest.

Dave felt like a new man. He knew Clark had stolen his life, his man, his monogamous tendencies, but all he needed in that moment was to get dicked down by as many men as possible. How hot it would be to film every encounter and entice Clark with the videos. Maybe he would share them Steve, Dave hoped. Without so much as a goodbye he bounded back upstairs, his ass bouncing with each step. The second floor was where a Slut like him belonged. He made his way to the bathroom, when his heart seized. There before him stood the giant in assless chaps he had jacked off so many months ago.

"Still have that boyfriend?" The giant rumbled releasing his leather bound cock with a zip. "Come to Daddy, Slut." The man commanded. Dave already pulling out his phone and recording as he dropped to his knees

It was going to be a long night.

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