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misctf · 2 years ago

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Getting Over Him

Amanda wiped a few tears from her eyes as she looked into the mirror at her puffy eyes and ruined makeup. This was supposed to be a fun weekend trip with friends. But she didn’t want to be just friends with Brad. She had come to love everything about him: his kind personality, his respectfulness, and physically- he was exactly her type. But while Amanda developed feelings for the blond college jock, he never seemed to view her as anything more than a friend. But she always hoped that maybe one day he would.

“I just wish I could get over him.” She mumbled, drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep, barely registering the odd symbols glowing on the wall.

Meanwhile, Brad sat at the edge of his bed, feeling like shit. He replayed the events of that night in his head- Amanda bringing up her feelings and him awkwardly turning her down. Brad massaged his temples. He knew she had feelings for him, and honestly he had feelings for her. But he was hesitant, worried about their friendship.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” He mumbled, stripping off his shirt, pants, and boxers. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, “Could use a good workout.” As he turned towards his bed, he noticed the glowing symbols on the wall around him, “What the fuck...”

He saw them when they first arrived, but didn’t think much of it given it was an older home. Now that they were glowing, his curiosity peaked. As he reached out to touch one, several glowing orbs emerged from the symbol, dancing around the room. Brad yelped in surprise, turning to leave, but suddenly finding he couldn’t move.

“What the hell? Help!” But his words were only a hoarse whisper.

“Is this him?” Brad felt a cold sweat wash over him as he heard the voice.

“Yeah that’s the one!” Another voice cooed.

“I can totally see why she’s into him.” Another voice giggled.

Brad was terrified. Sure the house was old, but haunted? There was no way. He moved his eyes around frantically, eventually landing on his own frozen form in the mirror across from him.

“Hmm but that seems to be the problem!” One of the orbs approached him, “She’s totally into blonds.” Brad watched in shock as the orbs moved through his hair, each blond follicle changing and becoming darker until settling on a dark black. Simultaneously, he involuntarily raised his arms, where a few more of the orbs tickled his pits, the hair there changing too.

“H-how?” Brad strained to ask the simple question.

“Hmm but that won’t be enough!” one of the orbs said, “She loves a clean shaven man.”

Brad recoiled as the orbs began to move across his body. Each area they touched, became increasingly itchy. He grunted in frustration as the itchiness became unbearable. However, the feeling peaked and calmed as hair follicles began to push out from his previously well-shaven body. Tiny black hairs emerged from his chest, shoulders, crotch, arms, and legs. The jock’s face was no exception as the dark hairs emerged, giving him a small beard. His body turned, so that he could see how hairy his ass and back had become. But to his horror, the hair began to thicken, covering him in a thick pelt.

“Almost missed a spot!” Brad raised his arms and the orbs worked on growing out and thickening his pit hair.

Brad felt his frustration building, “Why are you doing this?” He forced out. Brad was happy with his appearance- blond, clean-shaved, muscular- and he knew that women liked it too. He couldn’t be seen like this! And he couldn’t even imagine how long it would take to shave.

“He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it!” A voice whined.

“Don’t worry, we can change that!”

Brad watched as a few of the dancing lights moved towards his cock. He tried to move out of the way, but his resistance faded as they began to massage him, the pleasure causing him to moan. He had never felt anything like it- the sensation as they bobbed up and down on his cock, which had quickly hardened at the sensation. He could barely focus as they continued to dance around him, the jock’s mind consumed with pleasure.

“See! He looks so happy!” The one celebrated as Brad let out another silent moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His arms moved freely, as he rubbed his hairy chest and massaged his nipples, “See he’s sooooo into it!”

“Let’s focus now! Poor Amanda. Always attracted to guys with big muscles.”

As Brad rubbed his hairy chest, he felt his firm pecs start to soften. As he pushed on them, it felt like they were deflating- losing the definition he had worked so hard to get. The jock forced himself to open his eyes, doing his best to resist the pleasure. He wished he hadn’t. Brad watched as his muscular frame began to shift. His pecs had already deflated, and his abdominal muscles followed, quickly losing definition. His arms were not spared as his biceps and triceps atrophied before his eyes. The jock grunted as he felt his shoulders press in on themselves as his back muscles decayed, leaving him more narrow and lanky.

“Wa-wait, please... stop...” He said between pants. He let out another grunt though as a thin layer of fat began to cover his lanky body, a small paunch protruding from where his abs had been.

“Aww don’t cry Brad.” A voice cooed, “Just focus on the pleasure.” Brad moaned and threw his head back as the pleasure in his dick intensified.

“But while he’s definitely not her type now, there’s always still a chance.” A voice whispered, disapprovingly.

Brad felt a shift in his mind as his sexuality flip- a sudden need for cock down his throat or up his ass invading his thoughts. And as these thoughts became cemented, he felt an inward pulling from his dick. He watched as his manhood shrunk- as it did the pleasure there moved to his ass. He moaned as he grabbed his ass and explored his hole with his fingers.

“Th-this isn’t right!” He huffed, wincing at the higher pitch of his voice. He had never played with his ass like this, yet now he couldn’t help it, the pleasure there dwarfing anything he had experienced from his dick, “Y-you can’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t worry Brady.” A voice whispered in his ear.

Brad was about to respond when he felt an intense pressure in his head. It felt like something was trying to push him out of his own mind.

“Amanda likes him for his kindness and respectfulness.” A voice giggled, “I doubt she’ll care for slutty and judgy!”

The jock became aware of a new set of memories- his time sucking off the football team, the men who bent him over, and the nights he would spend clubbing and partying. He had become a total size queen too, only caring to suck or get fucked by hung men. And as these new interests blossomed, he could sense this new personality pushing him out.

“No stop!” He moaned, “This isn’t real!” He was holding on desperately to his old memories, to who he was.

“We’re doing this for Amanda.” Brad’s eyes widened in confusion, “Just give in to the pleasure.”

Brad moaned, trying to resist. Part of him knew if he gave into the pleasure, it would be over for him. But just as he got closer to climaxing there was a knock on the door. The orbs vanished and the symbols stopped glowing. Brad fell to the ground, huffing, his small cock still rock hard and his ass throbbing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” He whispered, moving his once restrained limbs, “Need to find Amanda.” His thoughts were a mess- his old personality still present, while the new one continued to try and dominate.

The former jock threw on a pair of underwear and opened the door, desperate to find help. However, standing at the door was one of his teammates.

“Shit!” Brad said, again wincing at his voice. Nick looked at him, seemingly confused, “You’ll never believe me man but...” Brad stopped midsentence, his eyes traveling down Nick’s muscular and bare torso. His eyes landed on Nick’s compression shorts, where an evident bulge was growing. He bit his lip- what would it be like to have that python down his throat?

“Oh uh hey man.” Nick replied, the confusion leaving his face, “You’re Amanda’s friend, right? Brady?” Brad felt his heart sink- did Nick not remember him? The concern dissipated though as Brad refocused on the growing bulge in Nick’s pants, “Uh so...” Brad continued to stare at Nick's bulge, “Uh yeah I was wondering if...”

Brad wanted to resist, to push Nick away and find Amanda, but as he stared at the growing snake in Nick’s shorts, he gave in, “I can help you with that.” Nick grinned and without hesitation, pushed Brad back into the room.

The next morning, Amanda woke up and slowly got out of bed. As she entered the hallway, she watched the door to Brad’s room open. She grew confused when a sweaty Nick walk out, a stupid grin on his face.

“What the fuck?” Amanda whispered.

“Oh hey Amanda!” Nick said, blushing, “Uh yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, “Uh thanks for bringing Brady.”

Amanda was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about, but Nick quickly darted to his room. She narrowed her eyes and walked over to Brad’s room, intent on finding out what that was all about.

“Hey Brad, what...” Her eyes landed on a man swiping on his phone in Brad’s bed, someone who she didn’t even recognize. But before she could say anything, something clicked in her head. That was Brady, her gay best friend. He had insisted he come along when he saw the guys who would be going. Amanda sighed, this was so typical of him, “So, had fun last night?”

Brady looked up from Grindr and giggled, “Hun, you have no idea.”

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #personality tf #wish gone wrong

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onelittlespiral · 7 months ago

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I'd like your BOGO offer. I am the scrawny waterboy for my college. I'd like the kicker of the football team to get taken down a peg or five. I want him to be a nerd and no one else remembers him being a jock.

Subject: Order #100567

Dear (REDACTED),

Thank you for your recent purchase from The Spiral, home for all your transformation needs! Your order #100567 has been received and is on its way as we speak. Your order includes:

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Expect delivery in 3-7 days.

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We knew you’d come around and round and round and round…

You had seen just yesterday that your order from The Spiral had finally come through. When you saw some nerd hanging around the practice field, you checked your inbox for the email confirmation. They had provided some details on how they had done it. As the kicker had been leaving practice, they grabbed him and pulled him into an empty supply room. They had him bound and gagged before stripping him of his cleats and cramming his feet in a pair of penny-loafers. The changes, they said, were near instantaneous. Change rippled up his legs as muscle deflated and his lower pads turned to cargo shorts. His stomach flattened and his jersey and pads changed into a sweater and bow tie. He had shrank so much that his restraints had nearly come loose, not that he would be able to fight the men holding him now.

He was already defeated by the time his new glasses were slipped on, which triggered phase two of his changes. Any and all past as a jock we’re gone in an instant, replaced with memories of his advanced mathematics degree and research projects. His memories of summer workouts and practice were now late nights in the library. Football games turned to Quiz Bowls. His mind would no longer be focused on working out his body, instead it was filled with stretches and skills for prepping himself for bottoming. His IQ was shooting up, and he could now understand exactly how to calculate an integral and when to squeeze tight around a dick to elicit the deepest grunts. The team packed up as he was left tied up, growing hornier at the thoughts of his old teammates dominating him like they did the opposing teams…

You couldn’t believe the efficacy of service. Hats off to them for the quick turn around. But you knew you were supposed to get a delivery of your own. You were tired of waiting. But as you were walking home from practice, after scrubbing out bottles and avoiding harassment from the team, you noticed something off. It was strange, but you thought you had smelled one of those jocks following you around. You turned around, worried that some guys were following you home, but the streets around you were empty. Instead, the smell was still coming from behind you, in your book bag. Rolling your eyes, you searched the pockets, expecting to find a jock or some other nasty garment as a dumb prank, but you instead find a chain, buried down at the bottom. In an instant, you feel compelled to hold in in your hands and take a whiff. The scent is metallic and cold how you would expect, while at the same time rancid and wet. You don’t fight the urge as your hands open the clasp and secure it around your neck. The feeling is electric. Your body ripples in response, and you feel your body begin to ache. The cold metallic feeling reaches into your bones and fills your veins with ice. A cold sweat breaks out of you as your body stretches taller and your muscles are filled with cool, hard lead.

I have to get warm, you think, I have to.

Your body seems to respond, as peach fuzz erupts from every inch of your chest, itchy and burning like fire. You scratch, and the hair only grows more in response. It begins to curl around your callousing hands and take root up your arms, spreading its fiery tendrils. You make the mistake of scratching your face, where it also takes root, as a beard erupts from your baby face. The hot licks of fire and freezing spikes of ice is reaching a crescendo as your body is engulfed, ready to reach a melting point and boil off all together when finally… it stops. You are left panting like a dog, sweat dripping from every pore. You knew the transformations offered were powerful, but you never expected this. You take stock of your furry, sweaty body, inspecting every inch of muscle. You feel so… powerful. Flexing your guns and let out an animalistic shout.

But then, something begins to tickle your nose. It smells like the necklace has surrounded you in that layer of stench. Except, it isn’t the necklace. It’s you. Your own sweat is beginning to dry and fill your head. Your past rolls off your brain like the sweat rolls down your washboard abs. Drop by drop you are no longer a waterboy for your football team. You hardly can even understand the sport. You have spent the last few years perfecting your reps and carving your physique. College sports? Who cares. You were lucky enough to graduate high school. You only saw those guys when they needed a personal trainer like you to give them an extra little boost. Those boys spent most of the game standing around. Real men need stamina. And you knew a cardio routine that would get their hearts racing. Bottoming for you was an hours long affair that left boys like them sore, sweaty, and moaning for more. Just how you liked them. You got up off the ground, dusted yourself off, and smirked in the mirror.

Gotta meet my next client in an hour, you think, sticking your tongue out.

In your pocket, you receive an order confirmation from some company called “The Spiral”. Whatever, probably some scam…

Subject: Order #100567 Fulfilled

Dear (REDACTED)

Your order has been fulfilled. We know you have many options, but thank you for supporting The Spiral.

Sincerely,

The Spiral

#male transformation #transformation #bro #straight to gay #jockification #reality change #nerdification #bogo

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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months ago

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You know what I would loove to read from you? Pussy Steve (or pussy Bucky? 👀) and virginity/Innocence kink. Just pure smut of shy, inexperienced kitten getting their cunt pounded properly for the first time and cumming stupid. 🫶🏼

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

First, you probably would be interested in this previous fic rec I did for an ask

Second, I can't not think of this part of one of my evanstan drabbles that hinted at virginity kink because...

It's good. It's hot. It's, it's-- It reminds him, suddenly, guttingly, of whispered rumors of dirty, bad men told in private. Words pressed into ears, raising goosebumps, hidden behind cupped hands. Gossip that drips down your spine and pools inside you, wrong but... helplessly intriguing at the same time. Intoxicating. A fly caught in a honey trap. He feels like a dirty, bad man taking--thieving--some poor lady's worn panties and smothering himself in them, burying his face in the tiny, pretty, white-cotton underpants and fantasizing about her body, not her clothes. Picturing, filthily, how sweet and sensitive she'd be. How she'd moan and squeal and take it in a tight fit, pinned down. And as horrifyingly arousing as the nasty, vile comparison is--appealing only with his inhibitions lowered to the fucking ground, stupidly turned on and horny, not in his right state of mind--he can't quit. And, further, he makes it worse. He makes the comparison all the more real as he tilts his head to the head, thrashing side to side for a helpless, breathless moment before settling and pressing his blushing, burning face into Sebastian's pillow. He shamelessly inhales a chestful of his scent and leans that much more into it. He doesn't just rut against Sebastian's shirt as if it's a pillow conveniently held between his legs then. No. It's even more crude. Worse. He wraps Sebastian's worn shirt around his cock and defiles it.

Yeah 🥴🥴

And third... here's pussy Buck losing his virginity (which, again, like in that linked ask for recs, isn't real and doesn't mean shit):

When Bucky imagined losing his virginity, it was primarily a passing idea in the deep private space of his horny, lonely high school brain. But, he was a realist, even back then--and, not to mention, gay--so it wasn't the fantasy of white sheets, red rose petals, and fragrant candles to ward off the total darkness of having the lights off with a long-term boyfriend, ideally supposedly even good-Christian husband. He didn't imagine it slow and good, he imagined it fast and bad.

And he imagined it that way because he imagined it, again and again, with his crush, one of the jocks on the football team he pinned stupidly after who, really, seemed to be a jerk to all the girls he made out with at lame, underage drinking parties that cops would look the other way about 'cause their kid was amongst 'em and then, somehow, he would forget about who that Friday night girl was by Monday. But... he was just so fucking guh.

That jock, just a fucking pretty man who looked so good rolling around in the field, muddy and streaked with grass stains and sweat, pulling up the bottom of his jersey to wipe the drool across his chin from his mouthguard, flashing a strip of taut abs and the faintest trail of hair leading south where Bucky wanted to get. Shamefully, even if he didn't think it would be good. He just wanted.

But.

It didn't happen in high school. Which was probably a good thing, considering how progressive his town was.

It didn't happen in freshman year of college, either, even though Bucky's fantasies took on a whole new life, especially the summer before arriving, thinking about how he was surrounded by so many different men in his dorms and would be showering with them and--

It turns out, college dorms are fucking gross.

So. Not there.

And, slowly, as he slogged through college, Bucky stopped imagining it. It would happen when it would happen, there was no point rushing it or torturing himself by imagining it at every turn. Just enjoy the ride, he told himself, don't get impatient. He kissed boys men, made out, cuddled, and did some over-the-clothes shit in cars and shitty college apartments, but, it just didn't progress all the way.

So, all in all, Bucky is fucking blindsided when it does happen. He hasn't really sat down and thought about losing his virginity in... a long time. He especially hasn't imagined it happening with a hot, older PhD student. But. It does. It happens with Steve Rogers, a PhD student when Bucky's a term or two away from getting his Bachelor's. And, most shockingly, it's good--

"Ahh, ohmygod, aH-!" Bucky moans underneath the man on top of him, sweaty and heavy and pressing him bodily into the mattress, which is a good thing because if he didn't, Bucky thinks he could float away. He didn't think it would feel so good the first time. He thought it would hurt or that, best case scenario, it would be fine, but not good or great because he doesn't know what he likes and he assumed he would be with someone his own age who was also unsure and fumbling and inexperienced, therefore, innocently bad.

He didn't--shit, a wave of heat crashes through Bucky, sticky and intense as Steve keeps going despite his embarrassing sounds of pleasure--he didn't think he would want to slap a hand over his own mouth during his first time because, fuck, it was embarrassing enough when he had to red-faced explain to Steve that he's never done this before, he's 23, it means nothing that he hasn't, but... just looking at Steve? Steve fucks. And, now, he's more embarrassed because he can't stop making sounds.

Breathy, shocked, hot noises that curl out of his gaped-open lips like mewling moans as he has his cunt fucked loose for the very first time. He feels loose. Loose lips, moaning, loose joints, neck limp, and losing timing.

He's so fucked because, yes, literally, Steve's cock is inside him, it's heavier and hotter and thicker in his pussy than he would've ever thought to imagine, but he's also fucked because this feels so good. He gets it. He gets why no one can shut the fuck up about sex. He understands. He's not going to shut up about it. Even as embarrassing as his reaction to it is, he's never going to go without this again.

God.

It feels like a revelation.

It is a revelation.

He wants to do this forever.

This is the only thing that matters to him now.

Sex.

Every time Steve thrusts forward inside him, he gets in so deep. The pressure and friction are so good. The slide is wet but tight. Bucky is so much more sensitive inside than he ever realized.

Jesus Christ, it's laughable now to think that Bucky didn't think he liked penetration that much just an hour ago. An ill-informed opinion based on how it felt when he was touching himself. Having Steve touch him is so entirely different. Bucky almost always just stayed on the outside of his body, playing with his achingly sensitive clit and tracing the folds of his inner and outer lips when it got too much to keep rubbing his clit or to gather up the wetness that would leak out of him for easier circles around his achy, pulsing clit. Whenever he tried to finger himself in earnest, searching to find his own g-spot according to Cosmo's top ten salacious tips for better sex, he just ended up with a crick in his wrist, was frustrated by the fact that it didn't feel that great when he thought it ought to, or being unsure if he was even doing it right in the first place. He didn't know that--

"Oh, ohh," Bucky's eyes roll back in his skull despite all his effort to focus on Steve on top of him. He's muscle, just, everywhere. How he has time for school and living at the gym and charming the pants off Bucky, Bucky does not understand. How else can he be built like a Greek god if he's not always at the gym? He's so fucking handsome, pale and blushing, strong and muscular, nice but dirty. He's everything Bucky never dared to think about, thinking men like Steve were so out of his league.

Steve is here, though, Steve is making him helplessly moan and whine on his cock as he fucks him within an inch of his life in his bed. One of his hands is planted next to Bucky's fanned-out hair restlessly curling across the pillows as he thrashes his head side to side and his other hand is on Bucky's body, tracing the line of his throat, toying with his nipples, finding his hips and squeezing, pawing at his clit to leave his toes curling and using his fingers to slide down, down, down his wet slit and trace where his cock is splitting him open, leaking around the intrusion of him.

He's so big.

Bucky doesn't know how it fits in him.

He doesn't know how big Steve really is, he's got nothing to compare him to, but he just knows that it feels like it's in more than his pussy--Steve's filling his belly and fucking into his throat. That's why Bucky can't breathe. That's fucking it. He's so chokingly full.

And Bucky is having the fucking time of his life.

Choking, sputtering, and writhing as Steve goes at him, buried within him and showing him what he's never known before. Their chests heaving and hitting together, colliding perfectly.

Steve is fucking him so good, his hips rolling smoothly, just hard and deep and fast enough. It's perfectly good, making Bucky really fucking feel every inch of him, clenching, trembling around him in a daze of arousal. Eyes rolled back. Feeling like he can't do anything but take it.

Take it.

Steve's cock is plunging expertly into his wet, squelching cunt, moving to the rhythm of a thudding, window-shaking, whole-body-rattling house-music-style song that Bucky can't hear but shamelessly revels in anyway; Steve's hands caressing his body like he's precious, touching him everywhere and making him sweat like crazy, feeling so much, and filled to overflowing with heated desire; Steve's lips on his, colliding hard and swallowing his sounds down, then smearing hungry kisses across his face to his jaw to bite and suck at his neck, the thin, delicate skin there so much more alive then Bucky ever knew it could be, crackling with want; Steve's hot, honey-dripping words meeting Bucky's sounds of pleasure in the scant few inches on thick, humid air between them, so charged that it's hard to take any oxygen into his lungs, barely breathable, too, too much--

Steve chuckles, amused and pleasantly teasing as he tells Bucky, "you can touch me, too, sweetheart."

He's been doing that all night, coaxing him into participating in his first time more and more. It's active. He's taking but he's also giving. Bucky loves it.

Bucky fucking loves sex.

And, really, Bucky had not realized his hands were just shaking in limp, unsure fists by his sides until Steve's words finally process in his mushy brain. He blinks open his eyes, fighting against the sticky, too-thick lust poured over him, weighing him down, making him slow. Dumber. And for a long moment, the best he can do is arch his back. It feels so rauchy, but he's possessed. Bending. Breaking. His head is dropped completely back against the pillows. His neck couldn't hold the weight of his head if his life depended on it. He... he... he feels like he's moving through molasses, trying to lift his arms and touch Steve.

It's nearly impossible. Bucky is spread so thin, melted into Steve's mattress like a thin layer of marmalade on hot toast.

He's never going to recover.

He gets about halfway into holding his arms up, muscles trembling weakly before Steve takes pity on him and uses his sure, knowledgable grip to loop his arms around his neck. Bucky moans, feeling how feverish and sweat-soaked Steve is--it's not just him. Steve's in it, too. He's here with him. And Bucky uses all of his wimpy strength to push his quivering fingers into the short hairs at the base of Steve's skull, cupping his head and staring foggily into his ravenous eyes. He looks ready to swallow Bucky. Something inside Bucky adores it, preening and pushing his chest forward, feeling big and bold and wanted. Desired, even. It's hot as fuck. Bucky wants to feel like this forever.

"Yeah," Steve rewards him with a groaning word of agreement and a lewd kiss, tonguing him, no, fucking his mouth with his tongue as his cock just fucking keeps at it, grinding, digging, carving into him.

Bucky can't breathe, he can only gasp.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Steve encourages, "why don't you hold onto me, hmm? I know it feels good--"

Bucky whines. It does. It feels good. It's so good he could cry.

"--and I know 's a lot, so just hold on and touch me a little while I fuck you, yeah? Don't worry about anything else, jus' right here, touch me, lemme in, c'mon, babyy."

Bucky nods uselessly, letting his hands slide down Steve's body, openly adoring and admiring his unreal body, squeezing the meat of his hugely broad shoulders and following his fingers with his eyes, nearly going cross-eyed when--

Oh.

His vision is fucking filled with the overwhelming, gut-punchingly hot vision of Steve's chest. Bucky felt up his chest when they were making out just before this, he knows he has big, tight, high pecs. Part of his unreal, gym-sculpted physique. He didn't--he doesn't know--how was he supposed to know that his pecs would jiggle when he's fucking into him?

"Go on, h-honey," Steve kisses his temple, just a little sloppy as he moans against his skin, "touch 'em," he urges him on, "grab my tits."

Bucky does. He doesn't need fucking brain cells to follow those tempting directions. He just does. He wants to bite Steve's tits and, fuck, he's never had such an aggressive, intense urge before but it doesn't matter. He has no ability to process it. He just feels it.

He wants to bite.

Further--because that's not it, of course, that can't be it--Bucky fucking holds on for dear life, he wraps an arm around Steve's muscular fucking back and lifts himself forward an inch, maybe not even that, clinging to him, shoving his face against Steve's neck, feeling his pulse thunder through him, and smashing his hand tight against Steve's pecs--his tits--and his own heaving chest.

Just that little bit changes the angle, and suddenly, a squeal is ripped out of Bucky.

He has no choice but to cling tighter, curling his legs around the formidable line of Steve's body, needing him even closer, deeper, tighter, more, shoving them together tip to tail. Christ. His body couldn't be hungrier. He needs. He--

He accidentally shoves his clit tight to Steve's pelvis changing the angle, making the hot, hard line of Steve's body rub harshly against his clit with every thrust into his soaking pussy.

"OH!" Bucky's mouth drops open wide, hardly muffled against the junction between Steve's neck and shoulder. His hold, arms and legs wrapped around Steve's body, is like if he were drowning in shark infested waters and someone threw him a life preserver. It's frantic.

Fervent.

Steve doesn't even have to touch him between his legs anymore. His cock can do all the work. And he's free to plaster the huge, heavy hand, not holding himself up against the small of Bucky's back and keep him there. Keep him tight. Keep him close. Keep, keep--

Keep thrusting.

Bucky is fucking losing it. No. He's lost it. Already.

He's squealing, he's hyperventilating, and he's crying. He's crying not because it's so beautiful and emotional like he might've once assumed losing his virginity would be, hell no, it is beautifully filthy with every wet sound of Steve's cock fucking into him and every cry of pleasure from them both, but, instead, tears are prickling his eyes, hot and pressurized behind his squeezed shut eyelids, because it's so fucking good.

He's crying and he's tipping over the edge with Steve inside him and against him and overwhelming him and he's cumming so hard that he can feel it in his teeth.

It's official: Bucky's imagination doesn't hold a candle to reality.

#asks #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #pussy buck #virginity kink #bottom bucky #top steve #fandomfluffandfuck

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fafnir19 · 7 months ago

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Genie's lamp - Part IV

Jafar's freedom

It was on a humid day that Trevor found himself seated on a weather-worn bench at a beach promenade, the distant sound of crashing waves creating a soothing backdrop. Beside him sat his girlfriend, her eyes tracing the path of a well-dressed man in his thirties with an air of confidence that made Trevor's jealousy simmer beneath his skin. "Who's that guy you can't take your eyes off?" Trevor's voice cut through the tension, his gaze fixed on his girlfriend's face as she turned to look at him. "Oh, him?" His girlfriend's tone was nonchalant, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just admiring his style, that's all." The words stung Trevor, his pride wounded by the casual response. "Admiring his style, huh? Seems like more than just fashion to me."

The tension simmered between them until his girlfriend excused herself to the restroom.

Left alone on the bench, Trevor's thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of doubts and insecurities.

It was then that the enigmatic stranger approached him, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Can't blame her, can you? I mean, look at me! By the way, I’m Jafar," the man said, his voice smooth like silk. Trevor's hackles rose at the insinuation, his jaw clenching. "You'd better watch your mouth, buddy," Trevor spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "You probably think that you are quite the stud, right?" Jafar remarked, a sly smile playing on his lips. Trevor bristled, "fuck off, buddy."

Jafar chuckled, "You seem upset. Don't tell me you're getting jealous." With a scowl, Trevor retorted, "I'm not gay or anything, so don't even try." Jafar's gaze shifted downwards, and he smirked, "Oh, but it seems you're quite responsive to my presence as well, aren't you?" Trevor felt a strange sensation in his pants and looked down to see the undeniable bulge. "What the hell?" Trevor exclaimed, his face flushing in embarrassment.

Jafar took advantage of Trevor's stunned state and leaned in to kiss him, catching him off guard. Trevor struggled, but Jafar was surprisingly strong, pushing him down on the bench. As Jafar towered over Trevor, his emerald eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and desire, Trevor's breath caught in his throat. With a swift movement Jafar positioned himself between Trevor's trembling legs and stripped Trevor of his pants, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

His gasp of surprise was drowned out by the commanding tone of Jafar's declaration, “I will ride you like the stallion you think you are!” As Jafar's throbbing member breached Trevor's entrance, a mixture of shock and pain overwhelmed him. Trevor, a college football jock used to being in control, tried to fight against Jafar's powerful force. But his efforts were futile against Jafar's expertise and strength. With each rhythmic thrust, Trevor found himself teetering on the edge of a pleasure he had never known. The raw force of Jafar's movements sent shivers down Trevor's spine, awakening a primal energy within him. Trevor's mind swirled with a blend of conflicting emotions—pleasure, astonishment, and a newfound sense of power. In the midst of their passionate encounter, Trevor felt a surge of strength and virility unlike anything he had experienced before. “Jafar knows how to treat a virile and strong stud like me,” Trevor thought, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting desires. The acknowledgment of his own allure and power resonated deep within him, fueling the flames of his inner fire. Sensing Trevor's transformation, Jafar intensified the rhythm of their union, driving them both towards the peak of ecstasy. Trevor's body responded eagerly, his cock and balls growing to impressive sizes, reflecting his intensified lust. With each thrust, Trevor's cries of pleasure transformed into primal neighs, a testament to the primal energy that now flowed through him. As the culmination of their passion drew near, Trevor felt a surge of release building within him. With a primal roar of pleasure, Trevor released his human seed, followed quickly by a gush of horse cum that marked the beginning of a stunning transformation.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he felt an unfamiliar weight between his legs, a throbbing sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Trembling with fear and confusion, Trevor gazed down to see a majestic horse cock where his human member once proudly stood. A guttural neigh escaped his lips, his voice stolen by the enchantment that gripped his very being. In that moment, a primal force surged through Trevor's veins, igniting a transformation beyond his wildest nightmares. His body contorted, muscles rippling and bones shifting as he felt his form elongate and morph into that of a magnificent stallion. Hooves replaced his feet, a glossy coat of fur enveloped his once human skin, and a mane flowed down his powerful neck. Trevor’s mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the surreal metamorphosis unfolding before him as he succumbed to the fate woven by Jafar's wicked magic. Breathless and stunned by the intensity of the experience, Trevor could only neigh in astonishment and horror.

Trevor's puzzled thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion until he felt the weight of Jafar's saddle upon his back. Jafar, with his commanding presence, effortlessly mounted Trevor. Trevor's equine instincts urged him to resist, to rebel against this invasion of his will, but Jafar's control was unyielding. "Whoa there, Trevor," Jafar murmured, his tone both soothing and commanding as he guided the stallion with a firm hand.

"You may have the spirit of a stallion, but you still need a master to guide you." Trevor's equine body tensed under Jafar's touch, muscles rippling with restrained power as he tried to throw off his rider. Yet Jafar's skillful expertise kept him firmly in place, each movement calculated to keep Trevor in check. "You can't fight this, Trevor," Jafar continued, his voice a velvet temptation that echoed in the stallion's mind. Struggling against Jafar's powerful influence, Trevor grunted and snorted, his hooves kicking up sand in a futile attempt to resist. But Jafar's mastery over Trevor was undeniable, his control unwavering as he deftly guided the transformed stallion along the shoreline. With each rhythmic stride, Trevor's defiance slowly crumbled, giving way to a burgeoning sense of pride at being ridden by Jafar. The once cocky and boisterous young man now reveled in the sensation of Jafar's weight upon his back, his muscles rippling beneath the sun-kissed skin. A newfound allure emanated from Trevor, magnified by the presence of Jafar astride him, showcasing his bare, sculpted chest to the world.

As the time ticked by, Trevor's resistance melted away like sand slipping through fingers. Acceptance settled in his heart, melding with a strange contentment at his fate. The stallion once known as the cocky jock Trevor now found solace in his new role as Jafar's prized mount, a symbol of power and virility beneath the watchful eyes of the ocean.

Sensing the shift in Trevor's demeanor Jafar's laughter rang out like a melody, a triumphant sound that filled the air around them. "You see, Trevor," Jafar announced, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "Now, you are truly the stallion you were always meant to be. And I must admit, it suits you well." Trevor nickered softly, a sound of submission and resignation to his newfound owner, Jafar. "You revel in the idea of becoming a mindless, horny animal, don't you?" Jafar's voice was smooth, a hint of amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. Trevor's equine ears twitched at the words, a surge of primal energy coursing through him. Without warning, his horse cock emerged from its sheath, a bead of pre glistening at the tip. A low, guttural sound escaped Trevor's throat, a mix of surprise and defiance battling within him. Jafar's laughter filled the air, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he beheld the transformation before him. With a swift motion, Jafar dismounted from Trevor's back, his gaze lingering on the proud stallion before him. "You are no longer the man you once were, Trevor. Embrace your new desires, revel in the raw power coursing through your veins."

Trevor's human mind struggled against the primal instincts that now consumed him, the urge to mount mares in heat growing stronger with each passing moment. A sense of longing mingled with confusion as he grappled with his newfound identity. Jafar's hand reached out, a touch of tenderness in his eyes as he caressed Trevor's powerful neck. "You are mine now, Trevor. Embrace the freedom of the wild, the untamed spirit that now resides within you."

As the sea breeze carried their intertwined scents across the beach, Trevor let out a low whinny, a mixture of acceptance and defiance echoing in the salty air. The transformation was complete, his destiny forever entwined with Jafar's as he surrendered to the call of the wild.

Meanwhile Jafar mused to himself, "I should totally give Lex the stallion. It'll definitely make him more graceful and stylish." Jafar's thoughts drifted to Lex and he felt a sinister sense of satisfaction and amusement at how effortlessly he still could manipulate Lex - just like moldable clay in his hands...

#male tf #male transformation #mystery #horse tf #horse transformation #genie's lamp #genie #personality change #servant

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roseykat · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 11

TITLE: Hells’ Baby

PAIRING: Jisung x reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: A blurb about Jisung, who is not a jock but friends with many, comes across as a seemingly dominant person. It’s not until you shatter that facade of his, only to find out that he’s a switch, mainly leaning towards a bottom, wanting desperately to be put in his place.

TAGS: submissive Jisung, implied dom reader, mentions of sex, choking, use of names such as ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, handjobs, oral sex, pussydrunk Jisung.

KINK: Top/bottom dynamic

KINKTOBER - MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @lizzekat @queenmea604

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Sub!Jisung who happens to be a good friend of yours and is close with some of the players in the college’s football team.

There’s always that scene associated with jocks and football where it’s overly masculine, they’re loud, boisterous, and obnoxious which is true, but even though Jisung doesn’t play the sport, his friends have rubbed off on him that way.

It’s like he’s part of the team too when in reality his group of friends are just players whom he hangs out with a lot. However, it takes a whole party for you to find out that Jisung isn’t who he appears to be. That friend of yours who you thought was as macho as his mates, turns out to be the complete opposite – a very submissive person at that, which you find out after hooking up with him at that party.

You discovered that he can be a whiny, whimpering mess when you tease him for too long, that he loved it when you were dry humping him in his lap, that he loved to be choked, and brought to the verge of tears when you were giving him a handjob.

But it wasn’t just during the party that this façade started to crack. You managed to strip that fake curtain of dominance right back when you both started seeing each other casually.

Nights with Jisung were spent handcuffing him or tying him to the bedpost and riding him until he couldn’t take it anymore. You found it so easy to overstimulate him which he, deep down, really enjoyed. But edge him and he will become an emotional mess. Tears will fall from his big brown doe eyes as he looks up at you pleadingly, hoping that you’ll let him cum.

“What makes you think I should let you?” You would ask him, slowly stroking his hard cock with your hand.

“B-Because I’ve been good,” he’d stammer hopelessly with his words as he tried not to succumb to the pleasure you’ve helped build inside him.

“Yeah? Is that what you think? That you’ve been a good boy?”

Whenever he hears those words, Jisung is and will be spilling a white, warm load over your fist without you doing little to anything. It should count as a ‘verbally stimulated orgasm’ because you barely have to put in any work when you call him a ‘good boy’.

As you spend more time with him, you realise that praise isn’t the only thing that he loves to hear. He also likes being degraded.

Call him a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’ and he’d get hard just as fast as he breathes when you’re edging him.

In his beautiful cave of kinks, Jisung also likes it when you use him – particularly his mouth. If that’s the case, then that man becomes as pussydrunk as they are. There is an undoubted chance in your mind that Jisung could probably cum just from making you cum when you make him go down on you.

At first, you established him eating you out as a form of punishment until you quickly realised that it’s more of a reward for Jisung. He can’t stop unless you tell him to, otherwise it’ll be well into the night of overstimulation for you.

Despite the fact that sometimes he doesn’t get anything in return, he is okay with it. Sure he finds it frustrating as fuck if he makes you cum and you don’t get him off, but he just wants to satiate your needs before his own.

That’s how submissive he can be. Just for him to please you; the complete opposite of how he acts when he’s in the vicinity of his friends.

But when he’s just with you but outside of the sexual sphere you’ve both created, Jisung still remains submissive. He wants to make himself useful for you. If you’re stressed from studying, he’s there to give you a massage. You’re thirsty? He’s already at the sink fetching you a glass of water. Hungry? Dinner is on him.

That’s just the realm Jisung thrives in.

A/N: working on so many things atm lol, still 1 day behind - and no I did not forget about Minho’s day to upload for Kinktober! That work is taking longer than I expected bc it’s sort of angsty and it has a plot to it and everything so I’m trying to develop it well. And I’m also starting to write up Part 2 to my Seungmin one piece that I uploaded yesterday bc some of you guys ate it right up so yes it’ll be on the way!

Once again, thank you for reading and interacting with my work, following, leaving comments, likes and reblogs! I appreciate it so much! Ily ❤️

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #bang chan smut #han jisung smut #hyunjin smut #changbin smut #felix smut #i.n smut

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beakersmeepersmeep · 1 year ago

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Something I am really looking forward to in the Community movie is (presumably) getting to see Troy return with a greater sense of who he is as an individual. I want to know about his hobbies and interests and opinions and values. And I want to know these things not just because I care about Troy as a character, but because I love the relationship between Troy and Abed.

I think that Troy has one of the more meaningful (albeit incomplete) character arcs in the show. We watch over the first two seasons as Troy lets go of his former identity as a jock and prom king, and learns that he can be vulnerable, or silly, or dorky. He realizes that being a man doesn’t have to look a particular way, and all of these realizations are largely due to Abed.

But stripped of his old identifiers, Troy begins to build a new identity largely based on his relationship with Abed. And while his relationship with Abed is unabashed, and joyous, and revolutionary (for both parties), the reality is that it’s not possible for Troy to build a stable, healthy identity based solely on a relationship with some other person, no matter how fulfilling that relationship is.

[I’m always slightly torn here with this lack of individual identity for Troy at this stage. On the one hand, it leads to this aforementioned meaningful character arc. Moreover, the idea of someone shedding an old identity and trying new ones on is a good and realistic storyline for a show set in college, especially one like Greendale. On the other hand, it sometimes seems like the writers just never got around to fully reconceptualizing the character of Troy after this shift away from jock-Troy, instead relying on his chemistry with Abed, together with DG’s talent for improvising funny one-liners, his ability to make gif-able faces, and his knack for portraying a physical and/or emotional meltdown. Okay, tangent over.]

In many ways we reach the full realization about Troy’s lack of an individual identity by Pillows and Blankets in the back half of season 3. And while we see some additional exploration of Troy via the Truest Repairman plot line as well as via his relationship with Britta, I think Troy largely postpones exploring his own sense of self (whether consciously or unconsciously) up until his decision to leave Greendale and sail around the world in Season 5. [I certainly don’t want to assign value to characters based on their labor output, but I think it’s telling that in the episode Repilot, Troy can’t seem to name anything he has been doing—whether recreationally or otherwise—and instead can only share a vague, half-joking plan to sue Abed in the future.]

Meanwhile we get some really wonderful Troy/Abed moments throughout this time period, but to me they often feel bittersweet, exactly because we as the audience are aware of this tension and its lack of resolution.

I’ve been focusing on Troy thus far—simply because Abed is the one that stuck around, so we actually do get to see him grow and change further—but Abed, as the other half of this duo, has the opposite struggle and we can see his journey in parallel to Troy’s:

Abed knows who he is as an individual but is inexperienced in connecting to others and in building and maintaining relationships. (Unlike Troy who is tremendously likable and connects easily with others but does not know who he is yet.)

It is Abed’s relationship with Troy that shows him he can in fact connect with others. (Just as Troy’s relationship with Abed helps Troy to shed his fake persona.)

But because Troy has a propensity to always defer to Abed and to not stick up for himself, Abed was able to build a relationship with Troy without fully accepting the importance of compromise in a partnership. (Similarly, Abed’s strong personality, imagination, and creativity meant that Troy could adopt Abed’s interests and goals instead of finding ones of his own.)

None of this diminishes the value of Troy and Abed’s relationship—if anything, I think it elevates its importance, as each was exactly what the other needed. But I think it does mean that, as written, Troy’s departure became the inevitable conclusion. And you could write a series that diverged from the prime Community timeline around Pillows and Blankets which allowed for Troy and Abed to both grow and change without either of them leaving, but that’s not the show we got, and ultimately, I’m not sure if it would be a better series. After all, I think Community really shines in this bitter-sweet intersection.

So one of the things I am most looking forward to in the Community movie is getting to know who Troy is as a more fully realized individual, and then getting to see the relationship between new Troy and new Abed. Having a more complete arc for Troy is something I’ve wanted for a long time, and I think it is going to be cool and funny and really cathartic.

#community #nbc community #troy barnes #abed nadir #trobed #six seasons and a movie

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mythicalmyles · 2 years ago

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A dream i had has been haunting me so here i am.

A jock any sport my dream wasnt specific just a popular jock is the reader and he is just so popular and everyone loves him and of course everyone assumes since his this big jock his the dom in the relationship between him and his boyfriend when in fact his the complete opposite.

The boyfriend can be in the band or a part of the cheer team again it depends on the sport and my dreams never clarify, He hears one of these conversations and has a brilliant idea that he was gonna put the reader in his place and everyone is gonna know that place.

I have no idea what kinks would be used, Just kinky and maybe some praise but ropes are involved or something, just use your imagination

Honestly just nerds putting jocks in their place 🤭🤭

U have in turn haunted me with this request 😤 i hope u enjoy since u didnt say who so i used toby bc hhhh i hope das oke <3 yall need to tell me more dreams ong (football is soccer) also sorry for so much toby but hes my cc and i need hims content

/tobys back story for today, put up w bullying met you, go to college together he kills his parents a couple weeks before instead leaving them in the basement and hiding their deaths, tobys already snapped but still has comprehension of who he was as a kid/

college au/jealousy kinda fic/comfort at start kind

/violence(toby gets violent too a character who doesn’t matter)blood/minor gore(?)/

You let out a gasping huff, bending over hands on your knees as your body scraped for oxygen. Sweat caused your football strip to stick to you, you dragged the wet clothing off of your sticky body, fanning it hoping to cool yourself down. “Thats it for today ladies!” The coach shouted, finally dismissing you all from practise.

You wiped the sweat off of your brow using your shirt as you jogged to the locker rooms. Mentally preparing yourself for the stink of many sweaty men crammed into one room, you pushed the door open immediately hit with the odour and cringing. You ignored it and made your way to your locker, you were convinced of the fact the cleaners had never stepped foot in here.

You all but threw yourself down into a bench after collecting your things, leaning against the wall and taking deep breaths. Your soaking hair clung to you and you brushed it away, the wetness helping it stay out of your face. A towel was thrown next to you and you cocked an eyebrow up at the intruder, trying to keep the scowl off of your face when the team captain came into view.

His cocky smirk drove you to the brink of insanity, the urge to knock it off of his arrogant face overwhelming. “Whats the deal with you and twitchy?” You glowered at him. “Dont call him that.” He had the audacity to laugh as he began stripping, the locker room falling silent as your voices bounced around the room. “Well?” He laughed armed raised and looking around as if he was confused. “You fucking him or something?” You tried not to flush, doing your best to cover any affect he might see with a glare. “If we were? So what?” You challenged, keeping eye contact with the prick.

He laughed and shook his head. “Calm down princess no need to get so angry, was just askin’.” Before you could respond your boyfriends voice had your attention to him, shock covering your face as you thought he still had band practise. “Speak of rats and they come crawlin’.” Your captain was incredibly lucky your entire life was banking on a sports scholarship.

“Fuck you want?” Toby’s deep voice always sent shivers running up your spine, the anger in his tone not helping. He sounded even hotter when he was spitting fire at someone. You took a deep breath, ready to tell Toby to forget it and to go home. “Yeah he was telling us alll about how he fucks you.” Paul chucked, arms crossed as he smirked at you both.

You could feel how angry Toby was getting at this point, dealing with his shit for way longer then you had at this point. What you didn’t expect was for Toby to lunge forward slamming straight into paul and slamming his head off of the ground, you froze completely as your teammates rushed to pull the scraping two apart, well, Toby was currently punching Paul and Paul was currently taking it while wailing for him to stop.

Toby had changed a lot recently, he seemed a lot quicker to react with anger then he use to be. Eyes holding something dark that scared you, you wanted to run and pull him off. You really did. But Toby barely looked human in that moment, blood covering his face as he continually wailed into Paul. Your team mates finally pulled them apart and when Paul stood you couldn’t deny the relief that flooded you as you quickly ran to Toby.

You ran through the corridors, your footsteps slamming against the ground and echoing off of the walls. Toby suddenly took over, dragging you instead. Surprise took over you and you tried your best not to trip as you both ran towards your home.

Luckily you didn’t live far away, having a small house your parents had left you. You both practically broke the door down and you paused to stare at the back of Toby’s head. “Yo-you could’ve killed him.” You choked out after a few minutes of silence.

“And so what?” He suddenly growled out, bloody face staring you down as his eyes bugged out. Rage was still burning through his veins, you could see his twitching worsen as his breathing got more laboured. He marched towards you backing you into a wall. His hands slamming either side of your head. “So wh-what, huh? Whu-what if i di-d-d-id!.” He slammed his palms against the wall as his stutter worsened. “What then?” His voice was normal, almost sounding hallow as he spoke. His dull brown eyes gazed into yours, you could see the unshed tears gathering in his lashes. You felt a warm heat flood inside of your chest, making a promise in that moment.

Your shaking hand came to rest on his cheek, causing him to flinch. Shock was written across Toby’s face. “I’ll always love you.” You took a second to clear your throat. “No matter what. No matter what wrong you do. I. Love. You.” You kept looking into his eyes, hoping with each word it’d work its way into his head.

Toby’s mind had went blank, his heart twisting almost painfully as he say the earnest look in your eyes. Shining, full of love for him. Toby pushed his lips against yours, tongue quick to push its way into your mouth. He gripped your ass tight and pulled you close together, grinding your hips together. His mood swings always threw you through a loop, this one happened to be the most unsettling. “You know who yo-you belong to r-r-ri-right.” He stuttered out, eyes glued to your face. You bit your lip. “I belong to Toby Rogers.”

That was all it took for him to yank your jeans down, scooping you up into his arms and press you against the wall as his tongue made its way down your throat. Moans poured out of you as he ground against you, your back scraping against the wall with the force. “Th-tha-ts right. Good boy.” He made quick work of his fly, his cock flopping out and hitting against you. All you could do was moan in excitement as Toby lined himself up, he found his way to your neck his breath tickling your skin. He licked his lips, tongue flicking against your skin and sending your body shivering.

“T-Toby.” You whined you, grinding down against his cock and moaning as he pressed against your hole. “Sti-still we-wett from this morn-morni-.” He cut himself off with a growl, slamming into you and relishing in your scream and the way your nails dug into his shoulders. Toby easily fucked you against the wall, almost acting as if you weighed nothing. You wondered whether it had to do with his disorder or not. Toby was quick to fuck any thought out of your brain, in love with the dumb mess you turned into when you had sex.

“Who ma-makes you feel thi-is good?” You kept eye contact as he used you like a flesh light. “F-fuck, Toby, only Toby. You!” You screamed out as toby railed into your prostate, eyes crossing as he fucked you stupid. Toby growled and bit into your shoulder, you let out a yelp. Pain flooded your neck and Toby pulled back to give you a bloody smile, the idea of being marked by Toby forever going straight to your heart and cock. “Do it! Ma-mark me up. Want every-on-one to know who i bel-belong to.” You moaned out, Toby’s thick cock wreaking you from the inside out.

You choked as your orgasm came quick, sending you screaming Toby’s name as you came on his cock. The tight heat of your ass was enough to make him cum, the feeling of you actually cuming on his cock is what sent him over the edge, desperately fucking into you. Part of him hoped he left a hole no one else could ever fill.

His knuckles went white as he clung to to you, deep breathing as he rode his high out inside of you. He fell into you, pushing you into the wall as you held him. Hand making its way into his fluffy brown hair, you tugged it lightly to get those beautiful brown eyes you loved so much to look at you. Everytime you looked into his eyes you felt breathless, despite the tired, cold, hardened look to them that had developed, they still made your knees weak. “I love you.” You whispered against his lips, slotting them together after he repeated his words to you.

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malebodyexhibit · 2 years ago

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The Start of a New Life (a Next Door Boy tale)

Thomas posed for the picture while his friend took a picture. He felt so comfortable in this body. It was such a daddy bod, but he was a hunk with stomach fuzz and boulder-like biceps. His cock wasn’t anything scoff at too. At 8 inches, he loved the gray that peppered his pubes. The man whose life he took over had children in their late 20s, about a decade older than Thomas’s original body.

The guys in their teens like Thomas had been were obsessed with stupid stuff like chasing girls, action movies, or getting blasted on the weekend. Thomas just wanted a grown up relationship where he could talk about art, history, and important things. So he signed up for NDB services and matched with a daddy.

The man was nothing impressive with exception of his bank account and hunky body. He wanted what most men wanted on NDB: a young body to have great sex in. He was a massive horn dog. His libido caused his divorce and estrangement of his children. He didn’t care. He wanted to look young and fuck hard.

He spent so much money on Thomas’s body. The first few days, Thomas watched in surprise as his teenage body posted slutty social media pics. Tomas’s friend kept him up to date to with what his teenage body did. He got drunk and partied hard, slept with several jocks, played strip poker, and changed his wardrobe. No more polo shirts or khakis, his teenage body was decked out in sports gear even though Thomas hadn’t been particularly sporty or athletic. That seems to have changed when the video posted with his teen body being piledrived by a couple gym bros. It was honestly impressive how much upper body strength Thomas’s old body had.

The abuse his old body went through didn’t phase Thomas. The deal was already made. This wasn’t a vacation. This was the rest of his life. Thomas stretched his meaty arms and stripped off his pants. While he didn’t party hard like the old guy, he still had urges, and thankfully his friend was here to help him.

He wrapped his arms around his friend, a 30-something medical student, he met in college. They tried dating but his friend loved older men who were more mature and responsible. Now that Thomas was near twice his age with a stable income and maturity, he fit the bill for his perfect man.

They kissed and Thomas moaned as his friend reached around pushed him harder against him.

“What did you need the photo for, babe?” Thomas asked.

His friend turned around and fondled his erection. “I wanted to show my friends what a hot man I had. Maybe we can take a couple more pics for my parents? With your shirt on I mean.”

“That’s gonna kill your father. I must be near his age!” Thomas laughed and pulled his friend’s hand away and knelt down taking in his cock into his mouth. “Not to mention my own children are a year younger than you.”

“Honey, don’t talk with your mouth full.” He moaned and gripped the back of Thomas’s head and slowly thrusted. His hands caressing this body’s thinning hair. “My dad will love you. You both like the same old people stuff.”

Thomas pulled back and the wet cock smacked his friend’s thigh. “Oh, you’re going to get a spanking for that!” Thomas picked up his boyfriend, so much easier with these bulging biceps, and playfully smacked his ass. The two resumed their kiss, enjoying each other’s warmth.

In another city, Thomas’s old body woke up. He went by the name of Dylan and his head pounded from a hangover. The previous night was an exciting blur of a pub crawl. As Dylan turned on his side, the men on either side of him covered his naked body with their jacked arms. The day promised another exciting night.

Unbeknownst to each other, the two men thought of how their dreams came true.

#male body possession #body possession #gay male story #male body exhibit #a next door boy tale #next door boy #old to young #young to old #male takeover

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octuscle · 1 year ago

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Loved the inferior white boy and Indian thing. Would love to see massive Arab studs reducing white boys to their natural state: tiny, inferior, submissive, obedient.

Ian drove his sports car briskly into the gas station lot. He tossed Adil his keys and shouted, "Yo, wetback! Fill it up and polish it. ¿Comprendes, hermano?" Adil was used to American jocks mistaking him for a Latino. Dark skin, already everything was clear to most infidels. Normally, he would be taking a deep breath right now, doing his job, and praying that his hard work would pay off for once. But not today. Today he had to make an example.

Adil grabbed Ian by the shoulder, pulled him to him, looked him deep in the eyes and asked him why he was driving his car. When had Adil allowed him to do that? Ian wanted to protest at first. But he looked deep into Adil's eyes. And said that the car was a dream. An infidel was not worthy of the car. "Good boy", Adil said. "But since when are you allowed to work with shoes?" Or to wear a shirt. "Sorry, Babo! "replied Ian, stripping down to his shorts.

"Good boi! Now clean my car. And hurry up, my pals are bringing their cars over too. And don't you dare not work properly!"

Ian knew that Adil was a strict, but also a fair boss. Here at the gas station, Ian was just the unworthy temp. But if he worked well, he was sometimes allowed to bring a shisha to Adil's friends. And maybe even smoke a puff or two with them. Once he was even allowed to drive with Adil to the parking lot of the college and give him a blowjob. Some of the white lads had made fun of Ian and asked when he had become a dago's whore. But they were just infidels like him, their words didn't count!

#male tf #reality change #male transformation #revange tf

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gaytuebesteaklover · 1 year ago

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I will say this. As a pred there is no man I won't turn into gut fat, ass padding, or nut sludge. Daddies, twinks, chubs, bears ,otters, jocks, once they get a whiff of my pred musk they all end up begging me to swallow them down. Course I end up needing to milk out the ones that end up in my nuts, but they don't go to waste. Once milked out that's 100% pure protein that I just end up drinking down when I need something to wash down a nice squirming college kid or prof. Gods I'm glad I got this gift, course since preds are rare, we can pass people by without getting caught. Now my favorite prey are other preds. I have a good sixth sense for this. For instance let me tell u about this jock that thought he could just eat up anyone that was weaker than him and not face consequences. So he was my neighbor, him and his little harem of frat jocks that had been getting away with everything. I snuck in there kitchen, which had a fan to spread my musk throughout the entire house, I waited about an hour and then walked into their living room. And I see that the lead jackass himself had already had a snack, but one look at his eyes showed that my scent blitzed him and his boy toys to where they'd do whatever I said. I barked out to the skinny jock bois to strip and feed themselves to my cock. Once all 12 of those boys filled my nuts I lightly smacked the head punks cheek and told him to breath in my musk from my underarm and then used some scissors to cut off his tank and shorts. I then lapped at his face tasting his great meaty flavor. As I swallowed him he ended up busting his load over his stuffed gut adding more flavor. After u got to his gut I started lightly chewing on his gut and thighs. Once his toes were in my mouth I bit down hard to snap him out of his trance and swallowed. "Buuurp. You messed with the wrong pred punk. That nerd you swallowed was gonna be my personal cum tank and future lunch. How's it feel to fill up the gut of a superior pred? You think you can get away with eating any boy u want? Hah! I came here cause the deans a friend and wanted u and your frat gone due to a lot of the scholarship kids going missing. Enjoy fuelling my workouts for the next week as I digest u and your buddies, in fact in an hour your buddies will be nothing but liquid protein or should I say brotien shake, and will be joining u in my gut." He started cussing and threatening but one large belch and gut clench ended that. I waited an hour and then went home to enjoy my custom cock milking set up so I'd have plenty of cum to drink for the next 2 weeks. All that was left after the asshole gurgled was just a couple small bone fragments that my special custom heavy duty toilet .

#gay vore #vore writing

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scarystoriesfromthegayside · 11 months ago

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The Scent of my Dad

I came home from college during the summer. It was the time for my dad and I to bond a lot. We would go to bars and he would try to find a guy for me and I would try to find a woman for him. After mom left he has never been the same. It seems he would be desperate for some action. My dad was a very attractive guy, quite the bear if he was gay. But that summer was so different for both of us. Now I know that it’s forbidden but sometimes fantasies have to come true. My dad came in from doing lawn work one day. He took a shower and told me to grab the dirty clothes from the bathroom and take them to the laundry room. I got to the bathroom to grab the clothes and saw my dad’s jock strap in there. I don’t know what got over, maybe just haven’t had much male action lately. I grabbed my dad’s strap. I felt around, still a little damp from his sweat. I placed it up to my nose, smelling the ripe stench of his sweat from his balls and dick. The moment gave me a bone that was hurting to be released from my shorts.

“Jason,” my dad startled me. “What the hell?”

I turned to see my dad, still in his towel, looking at me. My dick was hard as a rock and he noticed. My face went all kinds of red as I stood there my dad’s strap in my hand. He stood there waiting for an answer but staring at my dick.

“I’m sorry dad,” I said.

I grabbed the rest of the clothes and rushed out of the bathroom. The rest of the day was silent. My dad did not speak to me for the rest of the day. But the next day my dad wanted me to help him in the garden. After about an hour tending to the garden, sweating our asses off, we went inside for a soda. As I was sipping my soda I noticed my dad got close to me to where his dad belly was touching me.

“So,” he said to me. “You were being quite a naughty boy yesterday.”

I gulped whatever I had in my mouth. He looked at me with something in his eyes. I’ve seen it before and it was something I like to call hunger.

“Did I smell good, son,” dad asked.

“Umm,” I said.

“You can be honest,” dad said. “We’re grown men here.”

“Umm yes,” I finally said. “Yes, you smelled great. I love your stench.”

My dad nodded but then lifted his arm to show his hairy armpits. Then he grabbed my head and forced me to the sweaty hairs on his arms. His stench was strong and ripe. He smelled like a fucking man.

“Smell daddy,” dad moaned. “Smell your daddy.”

I grabbed his arm and rubbed my face into his stench. Dad moaned in pleasure as I worshipped his armpits. I then started to lick and grab his hairs with my teeth. My dick became so hard that I moaned with daddy.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “You smell so fucking good daddy. You’re making me hard”

Just then daddy forced me away and he went to his knees. He stripped my shorts and briefs down to my shoes. He then placed his nose to my pubes and starting sniffing, licking. It was so hot that I moaned loud. Started to think that this was wrong. But it seemed we didn’t care. Dad started down my shaft and then to hairy sac when he rubbed his face into. Admiring my scent as well.

“Son, you know how to smell like a man,” my dad growled.

He started to suck on my sac, juggling both balls into his mouth. After a moment he went to my dick and started to suck it. He gagged and growled. He cupped my ass cheeks with his hands as he went up and down on my dick.

“Daddy,” I moaned. “I want that ass.”

Dad stood from where he was and looked me in the eye. He kissed my lips with force, making his way in me with his tongue.

“You want daddy’s ass?” He said.

“Fucking do,” I moaned.

Daddy turned to the island of the kitchen and I peeled down his shorts to reveal his hairy ass. I went to my knees to get a closer look. I spread his cheeks apart to reveal his handsome opening. I then went in, tasting the salty sweat of his hole. My mind went a blur at the taste of him. I smelled the hairs prickling my nose at my face went deep. I slobbered and spit at over his ass. Daddy growled and moaned in pleasure. I stood to make my way up to daddy, placing the head of my dick on his entrance.

“You gonna fuck daddy,” dad asked. “I want my son to fuck daddy.”

Just then I started to enter my own father. He growled and yelled as I slid into him. Making sure not to hurt more of him, I stood there with my dick inside. Just then I went all the way for it, making sure to make the clapping while I fucked daddy.

“Oh God son,” daddy moaned. “Give it to daddy. Fuck me hard, fast. Oh God ahhh.”

Daddy yelled loud, I moaned with him.

“Take that fucking dick daddy,” I yelled at him. “Ugh that daddy ass feels so fucking good.”

I then became too close, I didn’t even have time to tell him I was coming. I screamed my orgasm, filling my daddy up with my come.

“Oh good boy,” daddy said. “Fill daddy up.”

I pulled out and daddy turned with his thick dick in his hand.

“My turn,” daddy said.

He turned me around, placing his hand at my entrance with saliva a couple times. Then I felt his thick dick head at my entrance. I whimpered and collapsed on the sink as he started to slide into me.

“Oh god daddy,” I moaned. “Oh you’re so thick.”

Daddy didn’t waste time to start fucking his son. I screamed as he pounded me, making my hole stretch open. He violently fucked me, both of us screaming at each other.

“You like it boy,” daddy screamed. “Take that big fucking dick.”

“Fuck daddy,” I yelled. “Ugh you feel so good.”

“I’m coming,” daddy yelled.

Then he gave one last thrust until I felt the warm ooze enter my inside. It felt like heaven. I turned toward daddy, both of us panting and sweaty.

“Don’t tell mom,” dad said and he kissed me until I was ready for round 2.

#gay #gay underwear #gayfeet #gayhot #gay art #gay bear #gayguy #gayman #queer #gayboy #gay dad and son #gayerotica

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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i can see it both ways, which doesn't necissarily help your situation but...

frat!charles x stoner!gf x nerd!max

prince of monaco charles lecelerc (but like in vibes, not official title) where he rolls up looking all kinds of old money and everyone is falling all over him and people look at reader and max and are like "damn how did they pull him????"

like he's giving rich international student which is interesting to me bc there is no variation of college max that gives me that vibe (and like tbf i only have experience with a very SPECIFIC type of international student but still, why does it not work with max ???? like he just does not have the je ne sais quoi, he is just a guy™️)

frat!max x stoner!gf x nerd!charles

frat!max looking all kinds typical basic frat boy but pulling out an 🤓☝🏻"akshually" the moment he hears someone pretends to be knowledgeable in something that he knows a lot about

like he's just a little secret nerd. like yeah he's taking rocks for jocks but he is actually in fact very serious about rocks

also just max getting CRUNK at a frat basement that's only decorated with those damn colored led strips

sub charles in glasses <3

-🌠

I JUST DONT KNOW WHICH ONE

like on one hand: backwards cap max who’s a little too fucking cocky and doesn’t take shit from anyone with his wee glasses wearing boyfriend who actually just loves listening to max ramble and softly correcting him when needs be. and the way he’s just buff and a lot more intimidating than his golden retriever boyfriend who’s happy to make friends with anyone and is a little naive

the other hand: arrogant, egotistical charles who knows he’s pretty and knows everyone wants him, but he wants the little geography nerd who he sat next to in one class and became absolutely obsessed with when he started rambling on about something unapologetically and just loves to shut people down in class when they are wrong

AND either way, their wee stoner gf is an icon and she’s definitely a little scary when she wants to be. but most of the time she’s chill and she loves her boys and it makes her cackle when people point out their differences because yeah, they are all different but that’s why they work so well

#cece answers #lestappen.thots #🌠.anon

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badlysummedupmoviestournament · 1 year ago

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If you recognize the movies hiding behind the decoy titles, please do not give identifying details about them in the notes.

Movie n°1: Not too many llamas

A detective teams up with a military doctor and a young child who's father disappeared in mysterious circumstances to investigate said father's disappearance. They discover quickly he was captured by a shady organization because of his technical training, and they want him to build a machine to help them take over the government. The child is kidnapped, the two men go into a strip-tease club to get information, get baited with the child's clothes only to fall into a trap, and are let in a devious trap to die, before escaping in extremis by making the trap turn on itself, going very quickly to the place where the attack will take place and saving everyone. Also there's a cute dog.

Movie n°2: Don't believe their maths

A recent college graduate about to enter the workforce finds himself unsatisfied with his restrictive community and tries to get in with a bunch of cool jocks, but a series of comical accidents leads to him meeting an outspoken and compassionate woman. The two grow closer despite his parent's disapproval and the interference of a jealous boyfriend. The two of them team up on a labor rights lawsuit that secures his marginalized community the stolen profits of their work, but then realize they've accidentally caused an environmental catastrophe in the process, forcing them to go on a daring mission to fix the damage.

#tournament poll #movies summed up badly tournament

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captainlondonman · 2 years ago

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RUGGER BUGGER

Rugger Bugger

Charlie had worked at the Rugby club for a few months to earn a bit of extra money for college. It meant being there on a Saturday after the match to pick up all the towels after the guys had showered and put them in the washer and then generally tidy up. All easy work but Charlie enjoyed being in the changing room after the matches and seeing the lads strip off to go into the shower. They had all worked out and being rugby players had real thick legs and well built upper torsos. More than 6 pack with all their dedicated training. Most guys shaved their chests and Charlie relished seeing their well developed tits and rippling arm muscles. Some had beards, some had their hair tied back and most had shaved heads which Charlie preferred. Christ they looked Real Men. Charlie was slim built and was never going to be man mountain. Some guys liked to shave their pubes but all of them showed off their cocks as they went into the showers. Charlie also liked to hear them talk especially if they had won a match as it was usually how much of a high they were on and what they were going to do that night with their wives and girlfriends, the talk was always about screwing and getting the girls to give them blow jobs. Often as they talked the guys would give their cocks a quick pull one or two of them clearly horny the length just before going erect. There was always banter, mildy slapping arses and hugging. Charlie watched quietly hoping that his cock was not seen by the guys as usually he had such a boner. Often he would go home and wank furiously thinking of what the guys could do to him but knowing it was only a dream. There was one of the players that Charlie liked most. Matt.

He had legs like tree trunks and a wide chest with big pecs and muscular arms. He was always telling the team about how much he worked out during the week to prepare for the game and how at the gym the women were drooling over his body. He was the leader of the group who told stories about all the women they fucked. He had dark hair cut like a crew cut with a squashed nose that had been broken several time on the pitch due to his aggresive nature. He always liked to show a couple of days unshaven growth. Said the women loved the feel as he worked on their pussies

Though Charlie may have had the hots for Matt it was certainly not reciprocated from this pure male stud. All Matt thought of Charlie was that he was the one to tidy up after the games.

That Saturday the lads won so were all shouting and swearing in the showers as they got ready to leave,

Charlie said to Matt as he went into the showers

‘Great score, Matt’

Matt didn’t even bother to reply.

After putting most of the towels into the washer he returned to the changing room to check all was done and the team had all left leaving only a few towels and still the smell of their bodies lingered in the room which Charlie found such a turn on. He saw hanging on Matt’s clothes hook a jockstrap, clearly the one Matt had worn during the game. It was like a gold nugget for Charlie. He picked it off the hook and put it to his nose. He could feel Matt’s balls and cock sweating in the jockstrap. It was high with sweat and he could also smell the piss when Matt had pissed at half time. The more he smelt it the more aroused he became, pressing the jockstrap against his nose, his cock was ramrod stiff. With one hand holding the jockstrap the other went down to the crotch and started stroking his dick. Shit I have to cum here and then I can take it home with me and wank all week.

‘What the fuck do you think you are doing’, a voice bawled out behind him.. Matt stood there with his towel wrapped round him, legs apart.

‘You dirty little faggot, shit you’re getting off smelling my jockstrap you little pervert. I always thought you were a queer boy and I’m dammed right and it’s my fucking jock that isturning you on. Well you’re not getting away with his, no way you fucking little bitch. Get your pants down now, you hear me.’

Charlie was helpless and could only obey the command. This was never what he had dreamt off. Matt walked over and snatched his jockstrap out of Charlie’s hand

‘So you fucking like my smell do you. Well open your mouth and see how much you like this’ With that he forced the jockstrap into Charlies mouth making him choke as it was rammed in.

‘Not so much of a turn on with that down your throat. Now bend over the bench you little poof. You won’t be able to make a sound when I finish with you’

Taking his wet towel off he wound it up making a tight strap. As Charlie bent over so Matt took his aim and slapped the towel hard against Charlies arse. The pain was acute but he could only mumble as the tears started to roll down his cheeks.

‘That’s one for being a fucking queer, now this for taking my jockstrap.’

2, 3,4, 5,6 times the towel hit hard on Charlies cheeks the red weal mark showing and his arse tingling with pain.

‘Now look what you’ve fucking gone and done.’

Charlie looked round and Matts cock was showing a good sized boner.

‘Christ belting you has turned me on, you faggot. I don’t get hard without needing to come.’

He pushed Charlie away from the bench and sat down on it, his legs wide apart and his prick sticking upright. He gave his cock a couple of long strokes and let some spit fall onto his shaft.

He grabbed hold of Charlie and brought his body over for Charlie to sit on him.

‘Well this is what you wanted isn’t it. All I want is to get some cum out of my balls.’

Matt forced Charlies raw arse to move down on to of his prick and as he felt Matt’s head touch his hole, so Matt forced him down his cock ramming straight in and up to the hilt.

‘Now then you little poof now you’ve got what you want my hard big dick up that arse of yours, and sniffing all my sweat and piss from my jockstrap’.

As Charlie was pinned down on Matts cock, the changing room door opened and in walked another of the rugby team, Joe.

‘Fucking hell mate, what the fuck are you doing.’

‘It’s not what you think Joe, I ain’t bloody queer. This little ponce was getting off on my jock so I decided he need to be taught a lesson and after a good belting, shit my cock got a boner seeing all the marks on his bum so I thought a rape fuck would be best for him and me.’

‘Jesus that lad looks as if he got more than one cock up him.’

Joe walked over to them.

‘So you’re a little perv eh. You like watching all us butch guys in the changing room. Getting in and out of the showers. Christ you must be hard as fuck watching us. Surprised we’ve never see your dick sticking out. Maybe you need to get a lesson from me as well. Any game we win always makes me horny and needing to get back to shalft the girlfriend but I came back to get my jacket and I’m still horny.’ Joe said rubbing his crotch which was showing a long outline in his joggers

‘As Matt has his dick up your arse then you’ve still another opening that can service me.’

With that he pulled the jock out of Charlie’s mouth with one hand and with the other flipped out his thick dick now hard his massive head showing signs of precum.

‘So open your mouth wide boy and take my dick. Joe grabbed Charlie hair and pulled his face into towards his cock teasingly letting his head slide gently into his mouth.

‘So you like us rugger men do you. Then you must just luv this being shafted by Matt and having my cock in your mouth. Must be bliss for you.’

Charlie knew he could do nothing. He was being raped by the two guys who were so much stronger. No one would believe his story as they were clearly so hetero.

Joe moved his cock in and out until Charlie had taken the full length and could feel Joe’s pubes brushing against his mouth.

‘Christ boy that throat of yours knows how to take dick.’

Seeing Joe’s cock inside Charlies mouth made Matt’s prick start to throb. He now needed to shoot his load all the way up Charlies arse. Putting his hands around Charlies waist he started to move him up and down so Matt could feel his cock being massaged by Charlie’s arse. The more he raised and lowered Charlie the more Joe was pushing his cock in and out.

‘Tell you what Joe, I’ve never fucked a guy before but this tight arse is almost better than a bit of pussy but I won’t be doing any more of this. Looks as if you are getting a good blow job judging by your face.

‘Tell you what Matt this fucking pansy’s got some bloody big throat. Christ he’s about to take a fucking great wave of my spunk.’

Mine too’ moaned Matt. ‘Jesus I’m about to cum

‘Mate let’s do this together. I’m ready.’

‘Shit I’m coming Joe.’ With a final shove Matt erupted his spunk up Charlie’s arse and Joe let go all the way down Charlie’s throat so much cum that it was running out of Charlie’s mouth and down his face.

Joe took his cock out and wiped his dick on the towel Matt had used to fly Charlie then stuck it into his joggers. Matt pushed Charlie off his cock and also wiped himself.

The door opened and in walked the Coach.

‘What the hell is going on here? What the fuck are you two doing with Charlie? I’ve a good idea.’

‘The little poofter was asking for it Coach.’

‘Don’t make me believe that load of crap you morons. Get the fuck of here now, I said NOW. Grab your things and get out before I fucking hammer the two of you.’

Joe and Matt grabbed their things and left.

‘Come and sit here Charlie, the Coach said putting his arm around his shoulder.

‘I can guess what happened and know you were not able to stop them. They are too strong for you to fend off.’

Charlie broke down into tears and buried his head into the Coach’s chest.

‘Look go and get a shower and really clean yourself and then come back. Don’t worry I will make sure you get your own back.’

Charlie spent ages showering cleaning as much cum as he could out of his arse and this throat. He came back dressed and stood in front of the coach.

‘Now listen carefully Charlie. I will put a bag outside your front door next Saturday. Do as the instructions say and then come here before the match. Look don’t worry, Matt won’t see you and you will know what to do. Believe me. Now go home and relax and wait until next weekend. OK?

Charlie did not know what the Coach meant but knew the guy was honest and caring. Sure enough next Saturday when Charlie opened the front door a sports bag was sitting in the front steps. It seemed quite heavy as if full of clothes. He undid the zip and saw a page of instructions on the top and under it a small bag.

The instructions started

‘Open the bag and you will find a jockstrap, a well used one, take it out and start smelling it getting as many of the piss fumes up your nose as possible.’

As Charlie opened the bag he could immediately smell piss and sweat. He felt as if he hardly needed to stick his nose into it. He felt a bit nervous after what happened the last time he did that but this time he was on his own and so safe. In fact he thought this time it could be a real turn on so he took of his dressing gown and stood in front of the mirror so he could see himself getting hard and then wank shooting his spunk into the mirror.

He put the jockstrap next to his nose and slowly took in the pungent aroma. Christ it was high but he loved the fact that someone had worn this and pissed. The more he smelt it the more he pressed to his nose and the more he started to feel like an electric current run through his body. He felt as if his body had started to shake , the heat intensifying the more he smelt but he could now not take his nose away. His body was not only tingling but he felt as if his skin was stretching every way. Pulling him upwards and outwards. He looked into the mirror and his eyes could only make out a blur so he looked down at his body and saw his legs thickening to look almost like the tree trunk legs Matt had, dark hair was sprouting all around his legs in curling clumps. He was taller ,much taller than before. His arms were massive with bulging muscle and again hair sprouting all down the full length and onto his thick hands. His chest was no longer the skinny frame he had always hated. He had a good slim waist but from there up the body grew outwards showing every strong muscle with big pecs and raised tits. In between his breasts dark curly hair sprouted. Shit what is happening. He then looked down to his groin and between his legs was a thick heavy cut cock hanging between massive balls all covered in hair. His cock was huge and he could see the vein outlines struggling to stop being fully erect. Finally the blur started to clear and he could look into the mirror. He was looking not at just a different body but a different face. He now had like a rugger forward bulldog face with a snub nose that had been broken, a shaved head and heavy facial growth. He looked as if he would mow down any guy on the rugby pitch. He pinched himself to make sure it was him and yup it was.

He started to feel so horny as this is what he had always imagined himself as wanting to look like in his dreams. As his hand went down to start stroking his lengthening cock he looked at the instructions

‘Do not masturbate. You need to save yourself for the match and after. Get dressed in the clothes from the bag and get down to the rugby club.’

Taking his hand away from his new large prick he looked again into the bag and brought out the clothes.

He put on the thong with enhanced cock profile, pulled on the jeans with large belt with it cinched high to show off a proud cock outline. The T shirt was almost glued to his chest so tight it showed every bone and muscle. Heavy black boots completed his change. Charlie looked admiringly into the mirror, swung the bag over his shoulder and set off for the club.

As he walked in feeling fully confident he met the Coach.

‘Hi Chas’ he said ‘glad you could make it today to help us out. Let me take you into the changing rooms and meet the lads.’

They walked in together.

‘Shut it for a moment boys, meet Chas, a great player and I’ve asked him in to help us today as Joe is off with a broken arm. Matt meet Chas you will be working together in the scrum so make sure you get on.

Matt said ‘Well Chas you’re built like a brick shithouse, should be great in the scrum. Haven’t seen you around.’

‘Well Matt, just back and been doing a lot of work out to get back into a shape so I can play again. Coach rang me up and suggested that as one of your guys broke his arm, I should step in.’

‘Yes shame about Joe. Coach was with him at the time. Says he will be out for the rest of the season.’

The guys changed and went out on to the pitch to meet their opponents. A great dirty game with Chas scoring two tries.

‘What a fucking great game that was. Thank God we had Chas in the team. You did a bloody great job and would not have won without you.’

‘Yeah good to be back in the game.’

All the lads went into the shower and Chas held Matt back to discuss the game and what they might do next week so by the time they stripped off most of the lads had finished and were on their way out the door.

Matt and Chas stripped off and walked to the shower, Matt looking Chas up and down.

‘Shit you have certainly worked out Chas. Takes a lot of work to get a bod like that. And that’s some tool you’ve got. Shit a bit of a monster I’d say. You won’t have any trouble meeting the chics later in the pub. They will be drooling over you. Every Saturday they are always hanging around looking for a good fuck.’

Both guys stood side by side in the shower lathering themselves and cleaning off all the dirt. letting the cascade of water run down them.

Matt stood facing the wall and wiping his face as the water splashed over. He didn’t stand a chance. Chas moved over and stood behind him, quickly clasping his strong right arm around Matt’s neck taking him fully by surprise.. Matt brought his arms up to try and free himself but the more he tried the more Chas choked him until he realised it was hopeless to struggle.

‘What the fuck are you doing that for?’ he spluttered.

‘Just think a minute. Remember last Saturday eh?’

‘What the fuck do you mean?’

‘Remember that kid you raped in the changing room with your mate Joe. Well Joe has been taken care of but you need to be reminded.’

‘It was only a joke. The bloody little queer was wanking himself with my jockstrap.’

Wasn’t doing you any harm but you still had to fuck the young guy.’

‘He was probably gagging for it.’

‘Really mate?’

‘Shit Chas what is that you’ve got against my arse?’

‘You noticed my massive dick a few minutes ago so you obviously took note. Well it’s now hard and I’m needing to fuck and you’re the only one around.’

‘You’ve got to be joking. I’m not a bloody homo and no one has ever fucked me.’

‘Well this is going to be the first time for you then. Now widen your legs to let me in.’

Chas pushed Matts legs apart. Seeing Matts broad back and his hairy arse sticking out made Chas’s cock swell to its full length. Shit he was going to enjoy fucking this virgin arse. Chas pressed his manhood against Matts crack, his head forcing the hole to widen.

‘Don’t tense or it’ll be worse for you. I’m going the whole way in so accept and let that big cock of mine work its way up you.’

‘No please don’t. I can’t take all that meat seriously you are too big. I ain’t ever been done.’

Tightening his hold around the neck, Chas felt more and more horny knowing his cock was the first ever up Matt’s arse.. With his free hand he widened Matts cheeks to let his cock start to slip in.

‘Oh my God you can’t do this’

The more Matt begged the more Chas wanted to fuck and cum all the way up. He inched his cock up and as Matt tried to struggle all he did was push his arse out making it easier for Chas to ram the whole way up. When he was fully in he could feel Matt relax his muscles. So he slowly started to move in and out hearing Matt groan with pain but was it? Chas moved his free hand round to grab Matt’s cock which was rock hard and good 8 inches.

‘For someone who ain’t ever been fucked your cock is loving it. Bit more of a queer than you think.’

‘I am not’

‘Well that stiff dick of yours tells me differently.

Feeling the erect cock made Chas start to hump more and more furiously his hand rubbing Matt’s dick and feeling precum at the tip.

‘You’re going take every drop of my cum and shoot yourself, you fairy. The more Chas rammed the more Matt’s arse responded and the louder he groaned until Chas erupted wave after wave of cum op Matt’s arse

‘Shit I’m coming Chas’ and with that Matt spunked all over the shower tiled wall.

Chas slipped his cock out and washed off the remaining cum pushing Matt against the wall.

‘Now get yourself off and look for all those chics of yours. If they know you have just been fucked by a man they might not be so keen. Piss off and look out next time.’

Matt quickly got dressed and said nothing as he sloped off.

As Chas went to get dressed Coach appeared from a corner of the room

‘Well Charlie I said you would get your revenge on Matt and you sure gave that bum of his a mighty fuck. Now you have to think if you want to stay as Chas or go back.’

Looking at himself in the mirror a full rugger player he replied

‘There is no going back Coach. This is me now the way I have always wanted to look like. If there is anything I can do for you.’

‘Well take a look at this Chas’

Chas looked at the tenting in Coach’s joggers a meaty pole sticking out horizontally.

‘That fuck of yours Chas has made me ready for a blowjob. Hope you can oblige.’

Chas pulled down the joggers releasing Coach’s cock as it sprang up to hit off his chest. Pulling Coach down onto the bench Chas knelt down to stare at his cock. ‘This is going to give both of us satisfaction’ Chas said as he opened his mouth to rim the tip of his head..

‘Let me get my saliva going, Coac,h around your dick makes it easier to take the full length.’

As the cock slipped down Chas’s throat so Coach took hold of Chas’s head and started moving it back and forwards his own body arching back with pleasure his breathing deepening with every suck.

‘That’s right Chas take it all the way. Shit what a cocksucker. Joe was right. Go on Chas wank yourself now as I want you to enjoy this as much.’ As Chas started wanking so he sucked more and more the two men reaching a frenzy of pleasure.

‘Christ Chas I’m coming, take every drop ‘ and forcing Chas’s head right up to his pubes Coach rammed in mouthful after mouthful of cum down Chas’s throat as Chas let out a groan his own spunk spurting out across the floor.

‘Am I glad to have you in the team Chas. I may have to give you a bit of personal training from time to time.’

‘It would be my pleasure Coach’

As Chas walked out the clubhouse his phone rang

‘Yes?’

‘It’s Matt. Christ my arse is sore but I now realise what I did last week was wrong. Poof or not I should not have done it and will apologise to Charlie next time.’

‘No need, telling me is enough’

‘I’ve thought of little else since I left you and I’m not going out with the lads tonight. I wondered if you might come round to mine.’

‘So I thought you were Mr Straight.’

So did I, but when you get a cock like yours up your arse it makes you think twice. Now that you’ve opened me up I hoped you might like to have another go. And Christ man I never thought I’d say it but I want to take your dick all the way down my throat. So all right if you want to know I fancy you like fuck.’

‘You don’t need to ask I’ll be round in an hour so get ready for a long night you rugger bugger.’

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