#malebodies

[celebtf]

Controling Noah Beck

Bryce Hall couldn't stand it anymore. Every time he scrolled through TikTok, Noah Beck’s perfect face, charming smile, and millions of adoring fans haunted him. Bryce was no slouch in the popularity department, but Noah’s meteoric rise seemed to eclipse his every move. Fueled by jealousy and frustration, Bryce concocted a wild revenge plan that would change both their lives forever. Late one night, Bryce found himself in a corner of the internet filled with dark, obscure spells. One spell, in particular, caught his eye—an incantation for swapping bodies. "This is it," Bryce muttered to himself, "This will make Noah understand what it’s like to be me."

The next day, Bryce invited Noah over to his place under the pretense of brainstorming new TikTok ideas together. Noah, always friendly and unsuspecting, agreed. As they sat in Bryce's room, Bryce pretended to be engrossed in his phone. "Hey, Noah, check this out," he said, handing Noah his phone.Noah glanced at the screen, confused. "What am I looking at?"Bryce didn't answer. Instead, he whispered the incantation under his breath. Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped them both.

Bryce woke up first after the blinding light had hit their eyes, Bryce now saw Noah’s hands where his own used to be. His plan had worked. He was now in Noah Beck’s body. Bryce now started to flex his new body, dragged his new big hands over the new six pack, feeling the hard muscles. His new hands traveled up his neck and felt his new Jaw and felt the light stubble. He cracked a smile from his new face.

Noah had woken up, trapped in now Bryce’s body, looking around, didn't regognize his hands, started to touch and feel his face, felt the fresh cleaned shaved face and a softer jaw.

"Bryce, what did you do?" he demanded, his voice shaking.Bryce, reveling in his new identity, smirked. "I just leveled the playing field. Now, you get to see what it’s like to be me for a while."

The new Noah took out a piece of paper from his pants and started chanting, he saw his old body freeze and the eyes on the new Bryce closed, he went up to Bryce and whispered in his ears

" You will forever forget ever being Noah, you have always been Bryce Hall, and everytime I snap my finger you will be under my control, now when I snap my fingers you will make up and your old life will be forgotten"

* Snaps *

" Oh hey Noah, did I forgot we were hanging out today ? " the new Bryce asked, the new Noah cracked a smile again " Noo I was just picking up somethings i left here before my meeting with IPHIS ( Noah’s clothing brand ) "

* Snaps *

The new Noah went over to Bryce " I want you to put on the white Jockstrap, it's hidden under the pillow on the bed. When I get back, you and me will have some fun "

The new Bryce still under the new Noah's control went up staires, and the new Noah, well, he could feel a tent forming in his new pants, he grabbed his bulge and laughed, went out to his car and drove away to his meeting, dreaming of what would happend later.

[fleursdumale-boudoir]

[oleksandrbalbyshev]

In my new painting «Red Guy with Color Spots» is a personal exploration of what it means to be a man today. In this painting, I try to break free from the traditional ideas of masculinity that feel too rigid and outdated. The male body, often either glorified or hidden, becomes vulnerable here, layered with vibrant colors and abstract forms that disrupt the familiar.

As a queer artist, I’m interested in how we can reclaim male nudity, not as something to be censored, but as a powerful statement of identity and desire. The homoerotic elements in my work are intentional-they reflect my own experience and challenge the cultural discomfort around male vulnerability.

This painting, like much of my art, is a way for me to reflect on my own relationship with masculinity and the ways it constantly shifts and evolves. Through it, I hope to invite others to reconsider their own ideas about male identity and the body.

[renauddeputter]

Souvenirs dormants, watercolor, 12cm x 12cm, 07/02/23, (c) Renaud De Putter

[youngmaleheart]

Who wants to check the heart?

[archaictorsoofapollo]

Paul Cadmus - The Bath.

[sayxit]

The most beautiful part of a man’s body

[celebtf]

THE TRUE ALPHA PART 1

Theo Raeken paced in his dimly lit lair, his mind swirling with schemes to dethrone Scott McCall and claim the title of Alpha. Despite his formidable strength, Scott's pack remained loyal to him. But Theo had found a weakness in Scott’s armor: his best friend, Stiles Stilinski.

Theo’s eyes gleamed with malevolent delight as he recalled his recent encounter with the witches. They had given him a spell capable of transforming him into anyone he desired. With this power, Theo could switch bodies with Stiles, infiltrate Scott’s inner circle, and take Scott down from the inside.

In the heart of a ancient forest, Theo approached a circle of hooded witches. The air was filled with dark energy as they chanted incantations. One witch stepped forward, holding a vial of glowing liquid.

Theo smirked. He took the vial and headed towards Beacon Hills, ready to set his plan in motion.

Late one night, Theo cornered Stiles in an abandoned warehouse. Before Stiles could react, Theo uncorked the vial and drank the potion. A blinding light enveloped them, and Theo felt his body morphing, bones and flesh twisting painfully.Theo dropped to his knees, gasping as his skin bubbled and stretched. His bones crackled, reshaping themselves with excruciating precision. Muscles tore and reformed, leaving him trembling and drenched in sweat. Stiles screamed, clutching his head as the same agonizing transformation wracked his body.

When the light finally dimmed, Theo looked down at his hands—Stiles’ hands. They felt strange, smaller and more delicate. He ran his fingers over his new face, smirking at the unfamiliar contours. He could feel the new strength in his limbs, the quick reflexes that came with Stiles' lean frame.

Theo stood up, a wicked grin spreading across his new features. He glanced at a shattered mirror on the warehouse wall and stared at his reflection. Stiles’ brown eyes looked back at him. Theo tilted his head, examining the angles of his new face, the way the light caught the sharp lines of his jaw.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice now carrying Stiles’ distinct timbre. “Absolutely perfect.”

Meanwhile, Stiles, trapped in Theo’s body, stared in horror. He looked down at his new, larger hands, the claws tipping each finger, and felt the raw power coursing through his unfamiliar muscles. His mind raced.

“No...no, this can't be happening!” Stiles shouted, his voice a guttural growl that echoed through the empty warehouse. He stumbled towards the mirror, recoiling at the sight of Theo’s reflection. “What have you done?!”

Theo, now fully embracing his new identity, shrugged nonchalantly. “Just playing field, Stiles. Or should I say... Theo?”

As Theo adjusted to his new body, he played the part of Stiles flawlessly, gaining Scott's trust and access to the pack's secrets. Scott and the others noticed "Stiles" acting strangely, but they attributed it to the stress of their constant battles.

Stiles, as Theo, tried to warn Scott, but his new appearance made it impossible. The pack saw him as an enemy, and Scott, though conflicted, couldn’t risk trusting him.Theo’s plan progressed smoothly. As “Stiles,” he sowed seeds of doubt and discord within the pack. He subtly undermined Scott’s decisions and manipulated events to weaken his leadership.

To be continued...

[oleksandrbalbyshev]

With my new artwork «Hands of God Nebula»

[renauddeputter]

Fritillaires et épines, watercolor, 02/04/23, 20cm x 20cm, (c) Renaud De Putter - with a vase by Tapio Wirkkala.

[fleursdumale-boudoir]

Tableau de Chasse. 2024

digital collage, featuring personal media, vintage gay magazine and a picture from my upcoming selfportrait series « Le Danseur », available soon on my Flickr…

Hope you will like it ⚜️

[celebtf]

Archie Andrews and FP Jones swap and become each other

My son's best friend

The night was cold and windy, the storm had moved over-seas and settled down in the small down Riverdale. The tree's gaught the wind and went back and fort, hitting the windows. The rain smacked on the roof very loud.

FP Jones sat alone in his couch this stormy night and watched some TV, some half shitty show that he really didn't pay attention to, he was just very bored since his son Jughead had left for the night to hang out with his best friend Archie. Jughead didn't really tell FP what they used to do, but Ofcourse FP was curious.

Tonight would just be one of those nights were FP stayed up, waiting on his son coming home, eat a late dinner and then go to sleep so he could rest for work tomorrow.

* Knock Knock * somebody knocked on the door to the trailer three times * Knock Knock Knock * again, Fine said FP to himself and turned the TV off and went over to the door.

On the other side of the door was a smal cup with a note. FP picked the note up first not wanting to touch the cup, you never know it could be something conected to a crime, then FP don't want to be a suspect or getting in jail for something.

" I gave you this cup because I heard what you said, take a piece of someone's belonging and drop it in the cup "

FP was not buying it, why would anybody wanting to help him? Was this some kind of joke? He put the note in his pocket and went back to his TV-show, he probably missed the good parts now.

" Hey dad, we are home, Archie followed me home from Pop's. I know, I'm late "

FP looked over at his Son and his best friend, he couldn't punished him for being late, he remember how he was back in the days.

" It's alright son, I'm happy you're home" FP smiled at his son and his best friend and started thinking back when he was younger and about his friends, how he wished he could go back in time and re-do everything again.

" Archie grabb the helmet and jacket, I will drive you home on my bike, it's late and it seems like it's about to start raining"

Archie grabbed the helmet, said goodbye to Jughead and sat behind FP on his bike, grabbing around FP's waist to hold on.

FP got home and it was dark in the house, he took a quick look it to Jugheads room, he was sleeping. FP walked back out to the living room/ Kitchen and put the two helmets down, that's when FP remembered the cup he had placed on the Kitchencounter. He looked and and decided to give it a try, what did he have to lose, probably nothing since it wouldn't work.

FP took the second helmet, he picked up a ginger color hair and drop the hair in to the cup, a small orange smoke came out, FP just did it, he drank the mix and first everything was normal, then he felt his beard fade away, and his stomach started to form a strong six pack, and his pecs and biceps started to muscle up. FP could feel his skin change, like the time went back, his dark circles disappered and he lost the cap and his hair grew out longer and ginger.

" Damn Jughead will love this new body of mine"

Hiii I'm back, I had my work and then my Appendix broke so I had to get rushed to the ER and have surgery. And I have been working on something for the bigger fans that and can... 🤫

[cyberneticcreations58blog]

[oleksandrbalbyshev]

In my studio right now, I’m fully immersed in the creative process. Each brushstroke feels like it’s carving out a new world on the canvas, transforming light and shadow into something that speaks beyond the obvious. The smell of paint fills the air, and there’s a certain rhythm to how the colors come together. I’m exploring forms and textures that challenge me, pushing the boundaries of what I usually do. It’s that moment where inspiration turns into something real, something tangible, and it’s both exciting and unpredictable. 🎨

[renauddeputter]

L’ange des ténèbres, watercolor, 2022, 28cm x 18cm, (c) Renaud De Putter

[alcide-sulfurik]

Photomontage.

Model : Gael Augusto.