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hurriane23456 · 4 months ago

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Trading Spurs for Sneakers

Tyler and James had always thrived on their shared sense of adventure, but this time, they were about to push the limits in a way they had never done before. When Tyler invited James to stay with him for the week, they came up with a challenge: not only would they swap clothes, but they’d wear full-body silicone suits that made them look exactly like each other. They’d go out in public as each other, and for the entire trip, they would live in each other’s skin—literally.

Tyler’s style was straight out of a western catalog. His wardrobe was filled with rugged denim, thick leather boots, and plaid shirts, all carrying the earthy scent of the outdoors. James, on the other hand, was all about streetwear. His clothes were sleek and oversized—designer hoodies, joggers, and fresh sneakers that gave off an urban, stylish vibe. The idea of stepping into each other’s style was thrilling enough, but the bodysuits took it to another level.

When James arrived, Tyler showed him the silicone suits. They were disturbingly lifelike, each one a perfect replica of the other, right down to the tiniest details—skin texture, hair, even the faint freckles on Tyler’s arms. The suits were smooth, soft silicone that would cover them completely, with zippers running down the back, meaning they’d need to help each other into their new bodies. Attached to the suits were masks, just as detailed, transforming them from head to toe.

“So, you ready to become me for the next few days?” Tyler asked with a grin, holding up James’s suit.

James ran his hand over the suit’s smooth surface, already feeling a shiver of excitement. “Only if you’re ready to rock some streetwear,” he teased back.

They headed to the bedroom, and that’s when things got interesting. Tyler helped James first. He unzipped the back of his own silicone replica, and James stepped inside, sliding his legs into the suit. The silicone was cool against his skin at first, but it stretched perfectly, molding to his body like a second skin. As Tyler pulled the suit up, James slipped his arms into the sleeves, feeling the soft material hugging his muscles, creating the illusion of Tyler’s broad, rugged physique. Tyler tugged the mask over James’s head, adjusting it carefully so the silicone fit snugly over his face. The cool sensation of the mask pressing down, forming around his nose, cheeks, and forehead, was strangely comforting.

When Tyler zipped up the back, James couldn’t help but admire the feeling of the suit fitting him perfectly. It wasn’t just wearing Tyler’s skin—it *felt* like Tyler’s body. Every movement was smooth, every gesture natural. His hands, now Tyler’s rough, calloused hands, flexed as he stared at the mirror. It was like he had become his friend, in every possible way.

��Your turn,” James said, voice altered slightly to sound like Tyler’s.

Tyler grinned and stepped into James’s bodysuit. The experience was just as surreal for him. The silicone slid smoothly over his legs, pulling snugly against his skin, transforming his usually broader build into James’s slimmer, leaner form. Tyler could feel the cool material warming up as it molded to him, turning him into an uncanny replica of James. When James tugged the mask over Tyler’s face, the sensation of the silicone wrapping around his head was exhilarating. The mask fit like a glove, sealing him into James’s identity.

Tyler moved in front of the mirror, marveling at the transformation. His own reflection was gone, replaced by James’s face, his tattoos, and his slim frame. The bodysuit moved fluidly with him, and he could feel every part of the suit stretching and flexing like real skin. It wasn’t just a costume—it felt *real*.

“Man, I think I could get used to this,” Tyler said, his voice now identical to James’s.

James laughed, admiring how weird and amazing it felt to see Tyler’s face reflected back at him. “Same. This is wild.”

Next came the clothes. James reached into Tyler’s closet, pulling out a pair of well-worn jeans. They were thick, stiff, and smelled faintly of leather and dirt. He slid them up his legs, the denim feeling tight and rugged, a stark contrast to the soft joggers he was used to. The jeans clung to him in a way that made him feel powerful, like the sturdy fabric was wrapping him in strength. He fastened the heavy belt with its oversized buckle, feeling the weight of it pressing against his stomach. Next came the plaid shirt. The material was rougher than anything he usually wore, but it felt good as he buttoned it up, the tight fit making him feel more grounded, more solid. The cowboy boots were the final touch. As he slid his feet into them, he felt a satisfying firmness, the boots hugging his feet in a way that made every step feel strong and deliberate.

Tyler, meanwhile, was having the opposite experience. He pulled on James’s oversized hoodie, and it felt like slipping into a cloud. The fabric was soft, almost silky, and it pooled around his body in an effortless way. The joggers came next, sliding over his legs like butter, loose and relaxed. He pulled on a pair of James’s sneakers—lightweight and cushioned, like he was walking on air. The sensation was completely different from the structured feel of his boots, but it was freeing in a way he hadn’t expected.

Dressed in each other’s clothes, they both admired themselves in the mirror, reveling in the strange thrill of looking and feeling like someone else. It was more than just a swap—it was like stepping into each other’s lives, fully embracing the new persona.

Now it was time to go out. They headed into town, each fully committed to their roles. Tyler, now dressed in James’s streetwear, strolled down the sidewalk with a casual swagger, loving the way the loose hoodie swayed with his movements. The soft material brushed against his skin, a constant reminder of the freedom and ease of James’s style. It made him feel relaxed, like he could blend into the city’s energy without trying.

James, on the other hand, was adjusting to the ruggedness of Tyler’s outfit. The jeans were stiff but in a comforting way, like they were made for hard work and adventure. Every step in the cowboy boots felt strong, as if they grounded him with each clomp on the pavement. The belt buckle pressed firmly against his waist, a constant weight that made him feel solid and secure. The plaid shirt hugged his shoulders in a way that gave him a sense of confidence he didn’t usually feel in his streetwear. As they walked, he felt powerful, like he was embodying the spirit of Tyler’s lifestyle.

They hit the streets, walking into coffee shops, browsing stores, and even stopping at a park. Everywhere they went, they marveled at how natural it felt to be each other. Tyler loved the lightness and ease of James’s clothes, the way the hoodie made him feel like he was gliding through the day without a care. James, meanwhile, relished the weight and structure of Tyler’s outfit, feeling every bit the part of a rugged cowboy.

As the day wore on, the bodysuits felt less like costumes and more like their real bodies. The silicone had warmed to their skin, moving naturally with every gesture. The masks clung comfortably, fitting so snugly that they forgot they were even wearing them. There was something liberating about the whole experience—the idea of fully stepping into someone else’s shoes, literally living as the other person for a day.

By the time they returned home that evening, they were laughing, still fully enjoying their swapped identities. They helped each other out of the suits, peeling the silicone away, but even as they returned to their own bodies, they both knew they’d never forget the thrill of being someone else.

“That was insane,” Tyler said, wiping sweat from his brow, but still smiling. “I think I could do that all week.”

James grinned, tossing the bodysuit aside. “Same. Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

#male body suit #male costume switch #male bodysuit #body switch #malebodyswap #male transformation

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months ago

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Yan who likes collecting memobilia of their Darling with curly haired Darling who sheds all over the place- Remmy [Dollmaker Yan] would make a wig for his doll of them using the hair he's collected over the months- It would technically make the whole puppeteering thing Remmy has with his dolls stronger since the more blood, skin, etc is stitched onto it the tighter the bond is, but all Remmy is concerned with is having a piece of his crush attached to his dolls

Reader: Oh wow, Rem- Is that your new doll of me? It's kinda hard to find dolls with my exact hair texture.....It's so lifelike....

Remmy: Heheh..... Yeah....I uh... did a ton of research so I could find the right material..

#Remmy my oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere #male yandere

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shiyorin · 5 months ago

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#Horny Ferrus in your area

#Ferrus Manus x F!Reader

#All is his delulu

#NSFW, Horny Heresy, Delulu, from poipiku...

Ferrus Manus sighed heavily as he facepalmed, the iron-hard plates of his hands making an echoing clang against his brow ridges. Once again, he found himself utterly consumed by the most disgraceful thoughts and impulses.

He cast a sidelong glance at the anatomically precise... accessory he had painstakingly crafted for his own indulgence. It lay before him, a rendered facsimile of your own intimate petals fashioned with the most advanced printing technologies the Imperium could provide. Every crease and fold, each subtlety of texture and suppleness meticulously recreated to serve as the most exquisite self-pleasuring aid imaginable.

Just the sight of it caused his already stiffening arousal to throb with need. He could so vividly envision hilting himself to the root within that snug, yielding embrace. Sheathing his aching length in the sumptuous slick heat, snugly enveloped... savoring every undulating flex and silken ripple as he drove relentlessly into the clinging depths...

A low, ragged growl vibrated from deep within his chest. Slowly, as if drawn by an irresistible current, he reached down to curl one iron fist around his rapidly engorging girth. Just a few rough strokes of his calloused grasp was all it took for him to thicken and harden to his fullest, most excruciatingly swollen state.

Molten lust blazed through his veins as the first pearly droplets welled forth from the cock. His jaw clenched as he finally surrendered to temptation, snatching up the lifelike 'toy' to hover the open, flushed entrance just a hairsbreadth away from his quivering tip.

A harsh sound caught between a grunt and a groan tore from his throat as he began to ease forward, breaching the sleek, dewy lips with his ponderous girth. They parted in a deliciously bloom to accept his invasion with eager welcome, flowery folds stretching taut as satin around his engorged crown.

Bolt after agonizing bolt of electric rapture speared up his spine as inch after delicious inch was slowly engulfed in heavenly, suctioning friction. He could feel every last microscopic detail wringing blissful sensation from him, the sumptuous swirl of rippling texture, the incredible heated clutch fluttering and convulsing with each shallow thrust...

Ferrus braced his stance and gripped the quivering toy with both hands before beginning to hammer forward in a blur of piston-like thrusts. The sharp crack of flesh meeting fake flesh punctuated each slick, squelching impact as he rapidly built up.

A guttural moan split the air as he surrendered to the slipstream of rapture, hips pistoning forward with pile-driver force. The graphic sounds of his own lusty despoilment washed over him in a tide of shameful bliss. Scorching jets of semen forth to slick his throbbing, plunging cock with every fresh vulgar thrust.

But... something was unmistakably, achingly absent.

For all the craftsmanship, the exacting detail and attention lavished to create this sleek, perfect imitation... it remained merely a lewd copy of the true awaiting him. As skilled as his maker's touch had been in rendering it, the piece ultimately failed to capture that most crucial, most profoundly transcendent aspect he truly craved.

Those lithe, limbs that could coil about his bulk with tantalizing grace, beckoning and beseeching. Your soft hair to tangle his hand within as he hilted himself fully, plunging to the root through the untold bliss of your silken depths. Your serene, flushed countenance shattering with unconstrained rapture as moaning of pleasure rent the air while he claimed you with all the unchecked of his primarch stature.

Even as his own motions grew more frantic and the inexorable crest built within him, Ferrus knew the ultimate rapture eluded him. He imagined your voice in his mind, soft like smoky as you urged him on with cries of enraptured abandon. The idea alone of your surrender, of being the one to undo that imperturbable composure while you came undone beneath him drove him ever closer to the edge.

He arched his back and began to harder his hips with more force. It was so good, so sublime... but it was not enough. Never enough. It could never capture what he truly hungered for. Not mere flesh and texture and sensation... but the soul-rending, and primal ecstasy of truly becoming one.

With a harsh moaning, he finally crested release and felt the scalding flood erupt forth from his core. His hips snapped forward with brutal force, ramming to the root once, twice, three times more as pulse after pulse of hot, thick seed erupted in gushing torrents from his juddering cock.

As the final ebb washed over him, he slumped forward. A deep sound somewhere between a growl and a weary sigh gusted from his lips. His hips offered only shallow, weakening motions as he coasted through the aftershocks. Hot ropes dangled obscenely linking his pulsing erection with the dripping toy.

He glanced down to see his cock still remained at half-mast despite his recent exertions, flushed and heavy with the first smoldering embers of rekindled lust.

A harsh sound caught between a gutting and a groan tore from his throat as he ground one unyielding fist against the aching swell. It would not be long before the fever consumed him once more…

#shiyorin's writer #wh40crack #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #romantic stuff in 40k #nsfw.

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babeilovemonsters · 8 months ago

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You found it completely on accident. It was a mild day, with clouds covering the sky, but the air uncomfortably sticky with warmth. You soon regretted leaving the house, but c'mon, who isn't going to go on a spending spree once they get paid? So you sucked it up, put on what was at least comfortable, even in this weather, and left to splurge.

The town selection was nothing interesting. Rather depressing, actually. Not much caught your eye, and in all honesty, you probably spent more money on drinks throughout the day rather than treats for yourself. But when you finally reached the end of town, you found a new store. A curio store. Your excitement was barely contained. Not just a new store to look in, but one full of useless yet entertaining junk? Oh hell yes!

You entered the store, getting hit in the face by the overwhelming scent of dust. The clerk seemed friendly enough, cheerily greeting you as you wandered in aimlessly. The items in that store were beyond curious. Chocolate cocks and clits, giant lava lamps, glass sex toys on the shelves, taxidermy mice positioned in day to day jobs, lighters and antique knives locked behind a glass cupboard door, you found every corner had something to behold. But one lone barrel caught your attention, on account of it looking so out of place, even in a store as curious as this one.

Unable to shake away your interest, you wandered to the barrel, gently coaxing off the lid to peer inside. To your surprise, it was filled to the brim with a soft pink slime. Against your better judgement, you slid one finger into the substance. It felt... warm. Unnaturally so, like the inside of someone's mouth. You could've sworn you just felt the slime shudder as you did that...

You eventually made your rounds. Grabbing some candy genitals as a gag for your friends, of course, and a rainbow lava lamp that would really brighten up your room. But at the counter, you found yourself asking the clerk about the barrel of slime. She shrugged dismissively, saying it had stayed with her for a while, but that it wasn't her cup of tea. Perhaps it was the curiosity of the lifelike texture, or the simple nostalgia from childhood, but you impulsively decided to purchase the slime barrel. After all, at only $5, what's there to lose?

It was delivered by the clerk a few days later, in the store's branded van. You had forgotten about it, honestly. Unsure what to do with this completely bizarre purchase that you kind of regretted making, you just left it in the living room, hoping inspiration would strike. And it would.

That night, in your sleep, you dreamt of warm, soft jelly. Swimming in it, relaxing in it, under a hot sun. All your worries seemed so far... Although this jelly was getting quite sticky. In fact, that was a very convincing feeling. You awoke soon after, only to find that hot sticky feeling was still there, as the pink slime was coating your legs, two holes fashioned in a lump that was resting on your knee. Hang on, did those holes just... blink? You shrieked, wondering how it possibly could've gotten there, when your own question was soon answered, as the substance moved away all on it's own, retracting itself from you and clumsily dropping into a pile on your floor.

It began to stretch and mold upwards, taking on a wonky but undeniable humanoid shape, with those holes forming in the head just like eyes. Before you could scream, it uttered a quiet, soft apology, panic in it's own voice. You stopped your little freakout, processing the talking slime creature before you. It apologised again for waking you up, and for scaring you, stumbling back a bit as it struggled to keep it's balance. You quickly dismissed the apology, no longer threatened, now just curious. You questioned what it was, and it was honest, stating that it didn't exactly know. It admitted it was lonely, and tried desperately to gain the affection of the store clerk, only to find she had no interest in it's friendship.

You offered your own hand to it, jumping at the opportunity to gain the affection of a monster. How often does this opportunity arise? In excitement, the slime creature forgot it's boundaries, wrapping it's weighted, soft arms around you, it's warm body almost blending into yours. It was a weird, but incredible sensation, like a hot bath after a stressful day... In fact, it was quite cold that evening, right? Yeah. Definitely. This feeling should last longer. This new companion could keep you nice and warm in the night. You requested it's company, and while surprised, it accepted, just happy to have someone glad in it's presence.

You laid back down into your pillows as the creature slowly and calmly enveloped you, like a weighted blanket. You sighed in comfort, easing back into sleep, when a hot flush suddenly waved over you. A bit of slime had accidentally drooled down in between your legs, lightly brushing your most sensitive area. That's fine, you thought, you'd just move slightly and-- oh that made it worse. More slime slid between your thighs, intensifying that tickling hot feeling down below. You couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, stopping the creature as it tried to move away. You reassured it that you weren't uncomfortable, and invited it to actually keep doing this.

Confused yet not deterred, the slime did whatever it took to please it's new master, sliding a thick mound of hot slime all the way down to your hole, lightly teasing it as you internally pleaded for more. It stopped after one stroke, so you clarified your wants, saying that feeling had to continue, if the monster was comfortable. The slime quickly caught on to what it was supposed to, and rippled continuously over your genitals, giving a wonderful wavy sensation that pleasured your entire waist at once. You pushed down into it, moaning at last when a slight bit went through your clothes and into your hole.

Quick to catch on, yet not ceasing to stop the rippling at the same time, the creature pushed more slime into your hole, relishing in your sounds of pleasure. Almost using your internal walls like a mold for it's staff's shape, it began sliding in and out, slow at first, but ever faster, increasing in speed slightly with every whine and grunt of pleasure. It opened another hole in itself, this time over your own member, and enveloped it, rippling and stroking over it to hit every spot you delighted over, while sprouting another slimey limb to carefully and gently slide into your mouth. It was hot on your tongue, and tasted not like any factory manufactured toy slime, but instead of sweet, sweet flesh. Like the taste of licking cream off another human's body. The slime sliding across your taste buds only made you hornier and hornier, as you quickly realised it was an aphrodisiac.

Eventually, it all got too much, and you finally finished in a blaze of glory, mixing your own fluids with the creature's unique body.

You would always be a part of this creature now as your liquids added to it's mass. Every time you and your beloved slime embraced one another, it got bigger and bigger from the added material, even if only by a couple of inches each time. But even just those few inches isn't saying much when it's a constant stream, so keep up your stamina, because the bigger the slime gets, the more mass it has to cover you.

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corendisguise · 2 months ago

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Date with two daddies

Chapter 1

The jazz music hummed softly in the background as Jo sat nervously at the bar, drumming his fingers on the counter. He had been waiting for Tom for what felt like forever, and his anticipation was growing with every passing minute. He had met Tom on a fetish dating site. He was a muscular hunk daddy with a gorgeous mustache. Jo knew that it was just a elaborate rubber face mask. But it was his kink not to know who was under this lifelike mask. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, adding to the intimate atmosphere of the small, cozy bar. Just as Jo was about to check his phone for the hundredth time, a tall figure emerged from the entrance, his presence commanding attention.

Tom sauntered in wearing a worn leather jacket that hugged his stocky, muscular frame, only covered with a tight T-Shirt. A thick mustache framed his lips, giving him an unmistakably rugged charm. He looked as if he was in his 40s. Jo’s breath hitched as Tom smiled warmly, revealing a playful glint in his eyes. "Hey there, sweetheart," Tom’s voice was deep and smooth, sending a shiver down Jo’s spine.

“Hey,” Jo replied, his voice a little shaky but filled with excitement. He couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly Tom exuded confidence. The way he moved, the way he looked at him—it was all so intoxicating.

Tom slid into the seat next to Jo, his thigh brushing against Jo’s ever so slightly. “You look even more handsome than your pictures,” Tom murmured, his tone dripping with admiration. Jo’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, feeling an undeniable surge of pride.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Jo teased, stealing a glance at the man beside him. Tom’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I think we’re going to have a very good night together, don’t you?”

Jo swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of Tom’s gaze. The air between them seemed charged with electricity, and Jo found himself leaning in just a little closer. Their hands lightly brushed against each other as they reached for their drinks, and Jo noticed how warm and firm Tom’s hand felt. It was as if his touch sent jolts of pleasure surging through Jo’s body.

As the night wore on, the two men grew more and more comfortable with each other. Tom’s playful banter never failed to make Jo laugh, and his sweet whispers in Jo’s ear made him feel cherished and desired. “You’re so beautiful,” Tom would murmur, causing Jo’s heart to race. Every word, every touch, was designed to make Jo feel special.

Jo couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch Tom’s face, marveling at the slight roughness of his skin. The texture felt different, almost sticky, but in a way that only added to his allure. Tom didn’t shy away from Jo’s touch; instead, he closed his eyes briefly, savoring the sensation. “Do you like what you feel, sweetheart?” he asked playfully, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

Jo nodded, unable to form words. The way Tom looked at him, the way he made Jo feel, was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was as if Tom knew exactly how to bring out the best in him, to make him feel confident and sexy.

As the evening progressed, their touches became bolder, more intentional. Tom’s hand resting on Jo’s thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles against the fabric of Jo’s jeans. Jo reciprocated by placing his hand on Tom’s knee, slowly inching it upward. Both men were acutely aware of the hunger building within them, the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

“Let’s get to the restrooms,” Tom suggested in a low, husky voice, catching Jo’s eye. Jo felt a delicious thrill run through him at the suggestion, and he quickly agreed. Without another word, Tom stood up and offered his hand to Jo, who eagerly took it.

The pair made their way through the dimly lit bar, ignoring the curious glances of the other patrons. Jo couldn’t help but notice how no one recognized Tom as anyone other than the charming, older man he appeared to be. To everyone else, they were just another couple enjoying a night out. But to Jo, Tom was something else entirely.

Once inside the privacy of the restroom, the tension between them exploded into action. Tom pressed Jo against the wall, his strong arms caging Jo in as he leaned in for a kiss. The first touch of their lips was gentle, almost reverent, but it quickly escalated into something more passionate. Tom’s tongue slipped into Jo’s mouth, exploring hungrily, while his hands roamed over Jo’s body, igniting a fire within him.

Jo moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tom’s neck as his hands tangled in the thick, dark hair. The sensation of Tom’s stubble grazing against his cheek only heightened his arousal, making him crave more. “You drive me crazy,” Tom whispered against Jo’s lips, his voice laced with need.

Jo could feel Tom’s hardness pressing against him, and he gasped in response. Tom took advantage of Jo’s momentary distraction, sliding his hands beneath Jo’s shirt to caress his bare skin. The warmth of Tom’s touch sent shivers of delight coursing through Jo’s body, and he arched his back instinctively, seeking more contact.

Tom chuckled softly, pulling back slightly to meet Jo’s gaze. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Jo nodded fervently, his breathing ragged as he gazed up at Tom. “More than ready,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tom’s expression softened, replaced by one of pure desire. “Then let’s see where this takes us, shall we?”

As Tom and Jo emerged from the bathroom, their shared excitement still simmering between them, they were greeted by two familiar faces. A muscular leather daddy bear with a commanding presence and a twink, both of whom Tom knew well, stood by the bar, their eyes meeting Tom’s with a knowing grin.

“Well, look who’s been hiding in the loo,” the leather daddy drawled, his voice deep and rich with amusement. His gaze flicked briefly to Jo, then back to Tom. “And who’s this? A new playmate?”

Tom chuckled, pulling Jo closer by the hand. “Jo, meet Ben and Alex. They’re old friends of mine.” His tone was casual, but there was an edge of something more—something playful and undeniably naughty. Jo felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine, his heart racing as he realized what might be about to happen. He knew both from the fetish site, but never talked to them.

“Nice to meet you,” Jo said nervously, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. He could feel the heat radiating off Tom, and it only added to his growing arousal.

Ben, the leather daddy, stepped forward, his towering frame exuding confidence. “Well, well, aren’t you just adorable?” he said, his voice dripping with charm as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from Jo’s face. “And so eager too, I see.” He bent down and kissed Jo‘s skin, his masked face with a thick beard tickled at his chin. Like Tom‘s, his face looked absolutely life like, only slight details around the eyes proved for him the truth. All the crowd around them didn’t seem to notice. It was so exciting.

Alex, the twink, giggled softly, his slight frame pressed against Ben’s side. “Looks like we’ve got quite the party going on here,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tom leaned in close to Jo, his lips brushing against his ear as he whispered, “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” The warmth of his breath sent shivers through Jo, and he nodded without hesitation. “I do.”

“Good,” Tom replied, his voice low and seductive. “Because things are about to get very interesting.”

With that, Tom turned to Ben and Alex, his expression one of pure intent. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more… private? My place isn’t far.”

Ben grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with approval. “Sounds like a plan.”

The four of them left the bar together, the cool night air doing little to dampen the flames of desire burning within them. As they walked, Tom kept a firm grip on Jo’s hand, his touch grounding him in the moment. Jo couldn’t help but steal glances at the others, his mind racing with possibilities.

When they arrived at Tom’s apartment, the atmosphere changed immediately. The door closed behind them, and the space seemed to shrink, the tension between the four men palpable. Tom led Jo to the center of the room, his hands gentle but insistent as he guided him to stand before him.

“You look so good, baby,” Tom murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of Jo’s jawline. “So perfect.”

Jo’s breath hitched, his body responding instinctively to Tom’s touch. His eyes fluttered shut as Tom’s lips found his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Tom…” he whimpered, his voice trembling with need.

“Shh,” Tom soothed, his lips moving lower, his tongue darting out to taste Jo’s flesh. “Let me take care of you.”

Ben and Alex watched silently, their own desires clearly visible in their expressions. Ben took a step forward, his hands sliding down to cup Alex’s ass, pulling him closer for a heated kiss. The sound of their lips meeting filled the room, adding to the already electric atmosphere.

Tom’s hands moved to Jo’s waist, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of his jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid them down, freeing Jo’s erection. Jo gasped as the cool air hit his skin, his cock already throbbing with anticipation.

“Beautiful,” Tom whispered, his voice thick with desire. “So hard for me already.”

Jo’s legs felt weak, his entire body trembling as Tom began to stroke him. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He clung to Tom, his nails digging lightly into his shoulders as he struggled to stay upright.

“Please,” Jo begged, his voice barely audible. “Please, Tom.”

Tom smiled, his eyes dark with lust. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

With that, Tom sank to his knees, his lips closing around Jo’s tip. Jo cried out, his head falling back as Tom’s mouth worked its magic. The sensation was indescribable, the mustache tickle his skin, his body electrified by the feel of Tom’s tongue swirling around him, the warm suction drawing him deeper. Jo could se the sides of the mouthhole of the mask slipping back and forth with Tom mouth moving on his dig.

Meanwhile, Ben had lifted Alex onto the nearby table, his hands roaming freely over the younger man’s body. Alex moaned softly, his hands gripping Ben’s shoulders as the older man kissed his way down his chest, pausing to tease his nipples with his teeth.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” Ben growled, his voice rough with desire. “And so responsive.”

Alex blushed, his cheeks flushing a deep red as Ben’s fingers found his entrance, teasing and probing until he was panting with need.

Back with Jo, Tom’s mouth was relentless, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers to send Jo spiraling toward release. Jo’s vision blurred, his hips bucking helplessly as he sought relief.

“T-Tom!” Jo screamed, his orgasm crashing over him in waves of ecstasy. Tom swallowed every drop, his eyes locked on Jo’s as the younger man came undone in his arms.

As Jo’s body relaxed, Tom rose to his feet, his own hardness straining against his jeans. Without a word, he spun Jo around and bent him over the edge of the couch, his hands gripping his hips firmly.

“Hold on tight, baby,” Tom commanded, his voice gravelly with need. “This is gonna feel so good.”

Jo nodded, his breathing quickening as he felt Tom position himself behind him. The first thrust was deep and unrelenting, driving the air from Jo’s lungs. He cried out, his hands clutching the couch cushions as Tom set a punishing rhythm, each thrust hitting his prostate with precision.

“Fuck, Jo,” Tom groaned, his voice strained with effort. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”

Ben, seeing the action unfold, couldn’t resist joining in. He positioned himself beside Jo, his hand reaching out to stroke the younger man’s back as he thrust into Alex, the sounds of their coupling filling the room.

“Look at you,” Ben said, his voice dripping with admiration. “Taking it like a pro.”

Jo could barely respond, his body consumed by the sensations coursing through him. He felt like he was floating, his mind unable to process anything beyond the incredible feeling of Tom’s cock pounding into him from behind.

“Harder,” Jo begged, his voice breaking. “Please, Tom, harder!” Tom breathed hard now, but the white shirt was still sweatless, every drop of sweat was enclosed inside the mask.

Tom obliged, his pace increasing as he drove into Jo with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Tom’s grip tightened on Jo’s hips as he thrust into him with an intensity that made Jo’s breath hitch. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies moving together, the wet slap of latex against skin echoing like a drumbeat. Jo felt himself being pushed to his limits, but it wasn’t enough—he needed more. His fingers clawed at the couch, desperate for something to hold onto as Tom’s rhythm grew frenzied.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tom growled, his voice low and rough. “So tight around me, baby.”

Jo moaned, his head falling back as he surrendered completely to the sensation. He could feel Tom’s cock deep inside him, hitting spots that made his legs tremble. The weight of Ben behind them only added to the heat, his presence looming like a shadow ready to consume them both.

“Ben…” Tom’s voice was a command now, not a request. “Come closer.”

Jo’s heart raced as he felt Ben step in, his muscular frame towering over them. There was no hesitation, no pause—just the smooth slide of Ben’s hands reaching out to grasp Jo’s shoulders. The touch was firm but gentle, a contrast to the wildness of Tom’s movements. Jo shuddered, his body alive with anticipation.

“You want this, don’t you?” Ben murmured, his lips brushing against Jo’s ear. “Want us both.”

The words were whispered but carried a weight that sent a shiver down Jo’s spine. He nodded, unable to form a coherent response through the haze of desire clouding his mind. Ben’s hand trailed down Jo’s chest, fingertips teasing across his nipples before gripping his waist.

“Good boy,” Ben said, his tone approving. “Let us take care of you.”

Tom released Jo’s hips, allowing Ben to guide him onto his back. Jo gasped as Tom pulled out, the loss of contact momentarily jarring. But before he could process the emptiness, Tom was positioning himself above him, straddling Jo’s thighs while Ben knelt beside them. The sight of the two men flanking him, one above and one beside, was almost too much to handle. Jo’s cock twitched, already hard again despite the intense sucking it had just endured.

“Ride him,” Ben instructed, his voice calm yet commanding. “Show him how much you want him.”

Tom didn’t hesitate. With a wicked grin, he lowered himself onto Jo’s throbbing erection, the slick head sliding easily into his tight heat entering through a small gap in Tom’s muscle suit. Jo groaned, his hands instinctively finding Tom’s hips to steady him as he began to move. The sensation was overwhelming—being surrounded by Tom’s warmth, the feeling of being connected so intimately with someone who seemed to know exactly how to pleasure him.

“Oh God,” Jo muttered, his voice breaking. “You’re so… fuck.”

Tom chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as he took Jo deeper. His movements were deliberate, each grind of his hips sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Jo’s body. Ben watched intently, his dark eyes focused on Jo’s reactions, cataloging every twitch and moan.

“Look at him,” Ben said to Tom, his voice thick with amusement. “He’s loving this.”

“He definitely does,” Tom replied with a smirk, his gaze never leaving Jo’s face. “But I think he needs more.”

Before Jo could ask what he meant, Ben shifted closer, his hand caressing Jo’s chest. Ben entered his hard prosthetic dig in Jo’s mouth. The combination of Tom riding him and Ben’s expert touch was too much. Jo’s breath hitched, his hips bucking involuntarily as he fought to maintain control.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Tom cooed, his voice dripping with affection. “Just let go. Let us take care of everything.”

Jo closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations swirling through his body. Tom’s weight on top of him, Ben’s hand massaging him, smelling the faint smell of warm wet latex, the heat of their skin mingling—it was all too much. His mind spiraled, focusing solely on the pleasure coursing through him.

“That’s it,” Ben encouraged, his voice low and soothing. “Feel it all.”

Tom picked up the pace, his hips rolling faster as he rode Jo with increasing intensity. Tom was still hard, his dig chopping on his Abs. The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths mingling, the rhythmic slapping of flesh, and Jo’s increasingly desperate moans. He could sense the sweat of Ben’s body running out of the opening around his dig running down his hip with a tickling sensation. Every movement brought him closer to the edge, a precipice he was eager to tumble over.

“I’m close,” Jo mumbled, his voice trembling. “Please, I need—”

“Shh,” Tom interrupted, leaning down to press a kiss to Jo’s chin. “It’s okay. Just let it happen.”

With that, Ben squeezed Jo’s chest tighter, his thumb brushing over his nipples in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through Jo’s body. The final push was all it took. Jo cried out, his release washing over him in waves as he came inside Tom. His body convulsed, muscles tightening as he rode out the aftershocks. Tom came simultaneously on Jo‘s stomach, pumping out four huge loads onto his stomach. Also Ben started now to groan loudly and shot his load into his fake dig only letting a drew drops out at the tip.

Tom stopped moving and stayed seated on his dig, grinding gently as Jo came down from his high. His own breath was ragged, his chest heaving as he adjusted to the feeling of Jo’s seed inside him. Slowly, he leaned back, his arms braced on Jo’s thighs as he looked down at him with a satisfied smile.

“There you go,” Tom said softly, his voice tender. “Perfect.”

Ben moved closer, his hand resting on Jo’s chest as he watched the two of them interact. The air between them was charged, the intimacy of the moment palpable. Jo smiled faintly, his eyes fluttering open to meet Tom’s gaze.

“Thank you,” Jo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime,” Tom replied, leaning down to kiss Jo gently on the lips. The kiss was soft and lingering, a quiet moment amidst the chaos of their passion. When they parted, Tom turned his attention to Ben, his expression shifting from tenderness to something darker, more primal.

Ben stepped back, his breathing heavy, the heat of their shared passion still lingering in the air. Alex, ever playful and mischievous, took advantage of the moment. He leaned in close to Ben, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “You look like you could use a little break,” Alex teased, his voice light and teasing. “But first… let’s show Jo what’s under that mask.”

Jo watched with wide eyes as Alex reached up and gently touched the edge of Ben’s mask. The rubber felt sticky against his fingers, damp with sweat from their earlier activities. Ben didn’t resist, letting out a soft chuckle as Alex began to search the seam at Ben’s throat and stocked his fingers inside. He inserted his hand at both sides of Ben’s chin and stretched the mask to the side. With that he lifted his hands and pulled the mask up. Jo’s heart raced as the edges of the mask lifted about a bearded chin, revealing skin beneath—smooth, youthful, and glistening with sweat.

“Holy shit,” Jo whispered, his voice barely audible. The man he thought was a commanding leather daddy was now revealed to be something else entirely. Beneath the mask was a young face, flushed and panting, with a boyish charm that made Jo’s stomach flip. Alex giggled, clearly thrilled by the revelation, as he tossed the mask aside.

“Surprise!” Alex said, grinning widely. “Ben’s not as old as he looks.”

Ben smirked, running a hand through his now-exposed hair. “Well, it adds to the role, doesn’t it?” he said, his voice still carrying that deep, rich tone that had initially fooled them all.

Jo couldn’t take his eyes off Ben’s newly revealed features. The contrast between the imposing figure he’d seen earlier and this playful, younger version was staggering. And yet, there was something undeniably attractive about it. The drops of sweat glistening on Ben’s muscular latex chest, the way his muscles moved up with every breath, it all seemed to scream raw, unfiltered masculinity.

Before Jo could fully process what was happening, Tom moved closer, his own presence drawing Jo’s attention. Tom’s expression was calm, almost serene, but there was a hint of mischief in his dark eyes. He reached up to his own mask, his fingers tracing the edges with deliberate care. Jo held his breath as Tom began to remove it, the anticipation making his pulse quicken.

The mask came off slowly, revealing another young hairless face beneath. Tom’s cheeks were flushed, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead. His lips curled into a faint smile as he met Jo’s gaze, as if to say, “What did you expect?”

Jo exhaled sharply, his mind racing. This wasn’t the man he’d been picturing all night—the confident, charming daddy who’d swept him off his feet. But somehow, it was so hot. There was an intimacy to this revelation, a vulnerability that made Jo’s heart swell with affection. Tom wasn’t just playing a role before; he was allowing Jo to see him another part of his identity.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Jo admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Tom chuckled softly, stepping closer until their bodies nearly brushed against each other. “Don’t say anything,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “Just feel.”

With that, Tom reached for the zipper of his muscle suit, pulling it down with practiced ease. The latex peeled away, revealing a toned, athletic body underneath—one that glistened with sweat just like Ben’s. Jo’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his arousal returning with a vengeance.

“Fuck,” Jo muttered under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away.

Tom smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on Jo. He turned to Ben, his expression shifting to one of playful challenge. “Your turn,” he said, his voice dripping with mirth.

Ben rolled his eyes but complied, peeling off his own muscle suit with a flourish. Underneath, his body was lean and muscular, his skin slick with sweat. The three of them stood together, drenched in their combined heat, the air thick with desire.

Alex clapped his hands together, clearly thrilled by the unfolding scene. “This is way better than I expected,” he said, his grin widening. “We will be good friends.”

With that, Alex stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and Tom. He tilted his head up, his lips brushing against Tom’s in a soft, exploratory kiss. Tom responded immediately, wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist and pulling him closer. Jo watched, his breath hitching as he saw the two of them embrace, their bodies pressed together in a seamless union.

Ben, meanwhile, turned his attention to Jo. He reached out, his fingers lightly grazing Jo’s arm before moving up to cup his cheek. “You okay?” Ben asked, his voice gentle but laced with amusement.

Jo nodded, his throat tight. “Yeah,” he managed to say, though his voice wavered. “It’s… it’s kind of overwhelming.”

Ben chuckled, his thumb brushing across Jo’s skin. “That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Letting go, seeing where things take you.”

Jo swallowed hard, his mind flooded with conflicting emotions. He loved to know that there were very handsome guys underneath the disguise, but he preferred the masked faces.

„Now, let’s see how far we can push this.” Ben murmured, his tone challenging.

Jo’s breath hitched as Ben leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss. The taste of salt from their sweat mingled on Jo’s tongue, sending waves of heat cascading through his body. Ben’s grip tightened on Jo’s hand as their kiss deepened, the intensity building with every second. With this he turned aside and picked up Tom’s muscle suit and mask.

Tom, meanwhile, pulled away from Alex long enough to watch the situation with curiosity. “Looks like we are getting a sequel,” he said, his voice teasing but affectionate. He went over to Ben’s suit and masked and started to dress up aswell. The sweat inside made it easy for them to slide inside.

Alex grinned, his cheeks flushing as he looked between the two couples. “Should we help them?“ he suggested, his voice filled with mischief.

Jo’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched this identity switch. Tom was now looking as as the muscle bear and his hands roamed over Jo’s back, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. Jo moaned softly into Tom’s fully bearded mouth, his hips instinctively grinding against Tom’s.

“You feel so good,” Tom whispered against Jo’s lips, his voice low and intimate.

Jo could only nod, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure. He wanted more, needed more, but he wasn’t sure how to ask.

Ben must have sensed his wish because he closed in now with Tom’s mask on his face, his dark eyes locking onto Jo’s. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice firm but encouraging.

Jo swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I… I want you both,” he admitted, his words barely above a whisper.

Ben’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, leaning in to capture Jo’s lips next to Tom’s bearded face.

As their kiss deepened, Ben’s hands moved lower, sliding down to cup Jo’s ass. Jo gasped into the kiss, his body tensing as Ben squeezed gently. The sensation was intoxicating, sending shivers down his spine.

Tom moaning at his face, his presence adding another layer of heat to the already charged atmosphere.

Tom moved behind Jo, placing his hands on Jo’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Jo’s entire body shuddered at the touch of the rubber mask and the thick beard, his arousal spiking as Tom’s lips trailed lower, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath his jaw.

“You’re going to love this,” Tom murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that sent goosebumps skittering across Jo’s skin.

Jo didn’t respond; he couldn’t. His mind was too consumed by the sensations coursing through his body. Ben’s hands on his ass, Tom’s lips on his neck, the weight of their combined desire pressing down on him. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Lean into it,” Ben instructed, his voice steady and reassuring.

to be continued…..

#gay #unmasking #gay roleplay #mask #muscle #muscle suit #skinsuit #fleshsuit #male bodysuit

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"An ideal Sims game would have Sims 2's gameplay mechanics, Sims 3's open world, and Sims 4's graphics!"

I absolutely despise this take, and I want to explain why. This is a very long rant and it is full of piss and vinegar directed at everything in the Sims 4. I'm gonna try to keep everything kinda professional as much as I can but I can't guarantee an unbiased opinion.

If you'll let me talk your ears off for a moment, I'd like to explain, from my own experience as an artist and a casual player, my issues with the art style and direction of The Sims 4 compared to The Sims 2. (I'm not really going to comment on 3 because I've never played it.)

I want to start off by explaining the difference between better graphics and higher resolution. The Sims 4 absolutely blows Sims 2 out of the water when it comes to textures and polygon counts on sims, no contest. But I'd argue that the graphics themselves... aren't better. They're worse, even, so much fucking worse. The biggest problems come from the stylization and the animations, in my opinion, so I'll explain what I mean.

Have you ever felt like the Sims in 4 just look... weird? Not quirky, not kinda strange, but off. Distressing. Uncanny. Whatever the fuck the kids call it nowadays. When you strip away the packs and the CC and the shaders, the sims in the base game look bad. They're very close to being human; they walk like us, talk like us, have families like us, but they don't look like us, not exactly. There's always something off about them, no matter how close you try to get. Proportions will be a bit off, or your eyelashes will be like three polygons for some fucking reason, and the jig is up. The illusion is gone.

This is one of the instances where a higher resolution and more detailed models and meshes work against you. You aren't making believe. You are beyond the point of pretending that the pixelated shapes are real clothes and bodies and faces, because at this point, they're close enough that you don't need to. There's no gap to bridge. But that doesn't necessarily mean that they're lifelike, at least, not enough to be completely human. In some ways, they're still tethered to being cartoony and plasticky and fake. Just enough to frighten you. Enough to put you off. They're not using it to their advantage anymore, and instead, it's holding them back.

When the Sims 2 came out in 2004, the developers knew that they weren't going to make a perfectly accurate life simulator. They physically couldn't render every wrinkle in the face or fold in the clothing. In some animations, things clip strangely or the facial expressions are sort of janky or there's just some form of roughness around the edges. But that's okay; your brain doesn't need a perfectly accurate representation this time. That's not what you're here for, anyway.

The Sims 4 is basically Icarus-ing itself into disaster. The entire game sacrifices style for complete realism, a goal that was unachievable ten years ago, and is unachievable now.

The Sims 2 never thought of itself as a completely realistic life sim, though. It has cartoony, low poly meshes and exaggerated proportions and wild, raunchy storylines that would never occur in real life. BECAUSE IT ISN'T REAL LIFE. And it isn't like real life, not because it's failing to be, but because it doesn't want to be!

The Sims 4 is not ever going to completely replicate human looks or interactions or dynamics. And if it's trying to, it's doing a shit job of it. That shouldn't be the goal in the first place. If I wanted to watch a lonely college student talk to himself in the mirror to try and get better at interacting with people, I'd close the computer and go look at myself. It somehow highlights the most mundane parts of life without any of the whimsy and goofiness that the earlier installments had. It takes itself too fucking seriously for its own good, and it's killing both the gameplay and the art style.

The other point I'd like to bring up is the animation. The Sims 4 allows for much more customization of both sim and environments, but at the cost of dynamic animations. How many times is that grab animation reused? How many times is the same set of animations used for sims with wildly different personalities? Your sims barely feel alive with how little they express themselves.

Now, look, I'm a digital artist. I've dabbled in animation, but only briefly, and only in 2D. I've got no clue how 3D animation works, much less how it worked 20 years ago, but I can see the passion in every single animation in the Sims 2. The more niche interactions allowed for more expressive animations than in 4. They could afford to have a distinct animation for mean sims throwing the football extra hard to be assholes, rather than every sim using the same generic football-throwing animation to save time and money. I get where they're coming from. I get the idea. But in one move, you've both made the art style stiffer and less expressive, and you've made the personalities of the sims seem meaningless. Everyone acts the same, regardless of what their moodlets or their traits say. It's hollow. It's stifled. It's a waste of potential.

But for what Sims 2 lacks in polygons, it makes up for in smaller animated details. Quality over quantity. The sims have hair physics, they open the door before they get in the car, they take utensils out of the counters when they cook, they jump on the couch and the cushions smush under their weight. When they dance, the weight is realistic, and when they smile, it tugs at every one of the few dozen shapes that make up their faces. The sims are lively. They dance and sing and love and hate just like humans, and rather than being some strange attempt at mimicry, it's almost a tribute. They were made with love. You can tell that they were drawn up and rigged and animated by a bunch of people working together, studying each other and making faces in the mirror for reference and watching their kids and neighbors and dogs and hands for reference. The sims are not human, and not trying to be, but they're taking the most human parts of us and making them their own.

You could never have a game with the Sims 4's graphics and the Sims 2's gameplay. The gameplay and graphics are inexorably connected, and the Sims 2 just has so much glorious detail baked into it, that you could never really make it work underneath the limitations of the later games. The developers of 2 knew what their limits were, and they worked tirelessly to make the game as full and complex as they could within those limits. The developers for the Sims 4 just did not have those guidelines, and thus, the drive to bend the rules was no longer there. They didn't go wild in rebellion because they were never told they couldn't in the first place. They spent the entire time chasing a goal they couldn't meet, and lost sight of what made the series fun to begin with.

It wasn't the realism you came for; you had realism already surrounding you. It was the caricature of it that made it interesting.

#sims 2 #sims 4 #rambling #please hear me out here #if I hear this one more time i'll explode #please #the problem is so deeply ingrained that it corrupts all it touches like an oil spill #you cant separate the graphics from the gameplay #please guys #THIS is why the sims 4 feels hollow #IT IS #IN EVERY WAY IT COULD BE #every advancement it claims to make only digs its grave further #GUYS PLEASE #CAN ANYONE HEAR ME #does this count as an essay #it felt like an essay #it's 5am

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