#pulled my right pec muscle Somehow????????

[mindmelter]

A Body Stealer Tale: A Capture To Remember

When I arrived in Italy, I found out my camera was broken from the travel. Frustrated, I wandered through Italy until I found a small, dusty shop tucked between old buildings. Inside, an elderly shopkeeper offered me an old camera model, calling it "special." I was desperate, so I bought it, not realizing just how “special” this camera would actually be.

I’d only been in Italy for a day when I spotted him—an absolute Adonis. I was just wandering through the cobbled streets of the old town, camera in hand, getting lost in the architecture and the vibes, taking photos of every old building I saw. Suddenly, there he was: this hot Italian guy walking alone past me. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little risky, but I raised my new camera to grab a quick shot of him without him noticing.

I mean, I would never see him again after that, so I should as well capture the moment to remember.

But then, the moment I pressed the shutter, there was a flash of bright light. It wasn’t from my camera. It was like a white ball of light bursting out from the man's back and zipping straight into my camera, vanishing without a trace.

And before I could even gasp, his whole body crumpled like a pile of clothes, totally hollowed out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I mean, there was this whole empty Italian guy lying there on the street—skin, hair, face, everything—but no bones, no organs, nothing inside. Just a bodysuit.

I just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at the bodysuit that had been a whole man only seconds before. Luckily, there was no one on the street but me, which honestly was a miracle. My heart was racing, but curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, making sure I was alone, and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the hollowed man's face. It was surreal, it felt smooth, soft, and very real, I mean... it was real. As I caressed his stubble beard and admired his slack empty face, I noticed an opening on his nape. Curious, I pulled his sagging head by the hair and noticed a small opening on his back, it was the exact place where the ball of light had come out of him.

An idea popped into my head—completely insane, but somehow, I knew I had to do it. Before I could second-guess myself, I slipped off my shoes and started undressing right there on the sidewalk. Yeah, risky, but I wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away.

One leg at a time, I stepped into the suit's open hole, pulling his muscular calves and thighs over my own legs. The fabric—no, the *skin*—wrapped around me like a second layer. I could feel his muscles molding to my shape as I slid my arms into his and finally tugged his handsome face over mine like a mask.

Then… something amazing happened. I could feel the strength of his body taking over, the weight of his muscles filling me up, the opening in his back closing, and even his face settling into place over mine. I wasn’t just wearing him—I *was* him.

I glanced down and saw those fit pecs, those ripped abs, and a big flaccid cock that now belonged to me. The guy was very hung, I thought.

I couldn't help but give my new cock a few strokes. I chuckled at the thought of someone walking and seeing this stud jerking off naked on the street.

But I wasn't in the mood to spend my new hot body in an Italian jail, so I grabbed the man's jeans from the ground and pulled them back up. His wallet fell out of his pocket, so I grabbed it and looked for his ID.

"Luca Moretti, 23 years old," It said.

Well, I guess that's my new name for now, I thought as I put a shirt on.

I grabbed the camera from the ground and looked at the lens, my eyes squinted as I tried to look inside for any sign of life, "Hello? Do you hear me?" I waited for a response and chuckled at how ridiculous I looked talking to a camera. I was about to put it inside my backpack when I heard a distant voice in my head. It was a male voice, and it was screaming in Italian.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo? Non sento più nulla… posso solo vedere attraverso questa maledetta lente! Ma cosa mi è successo? Sono intrappolato qui dentro? Non può essere vero… Aiuto! Qualcuno mi tiri fuori da qui, vi prego!"

I couldn't understand what he was saying—I don't speak Italian! I gazed into the lens, letting a look of gentle compassion soften my new features.

"I'm sorry man, I can't understand what you're saying. But it looks like that's your new home now. Your body is mine and It's going to be so fun being you, I hope you don't have a girlfriend because I'm really going to put this ass to use. But don't worry though, I will make sure you get some company soon."

I put the camera inside my backpack and casually walked away as if I’d always been him. I’d never felt this confident in my life, and proof of that was the huge bulge I proudly displayed in my jeans. This is going to be one unforgettable trip.

Next time, I won't be taking photos of old buildings, but of hot men whose bodies I want to capture.

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

Tit For Tat [M] — Kim Mingyu

✧ Better think twice before you play ✧

Plot: Picture this… your boyfriend enjoyed his ice cream a little too much and you decide to clean up the mess he made. 

🎥 Starring: fem!reader x boyfriend!Kim Mingyu (SVT) 🎥 Genre: light SMUT [+18], established relationship 🎥 Word count: 0.9k+ 🎥 Warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, grinding, nipple play, orgasm denial/edging 🎥 Notes: I am a little later than usual but it’s here, voilaaa 💜 🎥 Shout out: thank you @nothoughtsjustfic my lemon drop for reading it through for me!!!

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God, he's so fucking messy. 

That was the thought that ran through your mind as you observed your boyfriend with fascination from your spot beside him.

The two of you'd had a busy week at work so you decided to spend this warm and sunny Saturday lounging by your pool in the garden. And while you had been reading for the majority of the afternoon, Mingyu had gone for a swim and was currently recovering from said activity with a cold sweet treat that had you more than a little distracted from your book.

The man was greedily licking at his ice cream as he laid on one of the lounge chairs, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that half of the cream-colored substance was steadily dripping down his fingers, or that you were ogling him like a piece of meat. 

Mingyu was a messy eater, always had been, but you didn’t mind it at all. In fact, it was one of the things you adored about him so much. However, not once had you thought that the sight of him eating so messily was arousing. But then again, he was half naked with all his perfectly defined muscles on display and still slightly wet from the pool, and the way his mouth was moving around his ice cream reminded you of something else — something you very much wanted him to do to you. 

Yeah, you definitely couldn’t tell that you were ovulating. 

You finally had enough when some of the sticky cream landed on one of his pecs and he didn’t even bother to remove it. It was almost as if he was doing it all on purpose. 

So you put down your book and got up from your own chair, not even giving him a second to process your approach before you were sitting in his lap, legs on either side of him to trap him in. 

“Well, hello to you too.” Your boyfriend licked the ice cream from his lips as he took a moment to admire the revealing bathing suit you were wearing. 

“You know you're fucking messy, right?” You hungrily eyed the bit of ice cream that was now slowly making its way towards his taut nipple. 

His lips formed into a sly smirk. “Not my fault the ice cream is melting faster than I can eat.”

You raised your eyebrows and released an amused snort. “I somehow find that hard to believe, Mr. Kim.” 

“Too bad,” he responded, making sure to keep his eyes locked with you as he finished the remainder of his ice cream. “Are you going to help me clean up, though?”

You bit your lip, unsure if you wanted to leave him hanging or give in. But as he raised his sticky fingers to your lips, you could no longer resist the temptation.

Your lips parted almost automatically, taking in two of Mingyu’s fingers while you ground yourself against his hardening dick. 

“Fuck, baby. You look so hot with my fingers stuffed in your pretty little mouth,” he groaned, placing his free hand on your waist to help guide your movements. 

The combination of the sticky ice cream hitting your taste buds and the delicious constant pressure against your clit had you absolutely delirious with desire. Your tongue danced around his fingers with skill, sucking lightly here and there to tease him for a bit until you decided to move on to the next best thing. 

You released his fingers from your mouth with a loud pop, sending your boyfriend a mischievous grin while your hands reached for the chair handles. 

“Holy shit!” Mingyu exclaimed when you suddenly pulled on them, forcing him to lay completely flat without warning. 

“That’s better.” You chuckled, leaning down to hover your lips over his. 

Thinking you were about to kiss him, Mingyu closed his eyes, head lifting slightly to meet you halfway. Only you had other plans, so you avoided his lips and ducked your head, trailing a path of wet sloppy kisses along his neck all the way down to the part of him you had been eyeing for a while now. 

A hiss left Mingyu’s mouth as your teeth scraped over his sensitive nipple. Satisfied with his reaction, you did the same to his other nipple, making sure to lick up the trail of ice cream that had formed before clamping your lips around the hardened peak. 

As a result of your administrations, Mingyu had turned into a whiny mess beneath you, his breathing heavier than a minute ago and his hips frantically bucking against yours as you used a mix of teeth and tongue on his nipples to bring him closer to his high. 

He was exactly where you wanted him to be. 

“I’m about to fucking c-cum, shit!” 

As soon as the words had left his mouth, you were up and gone, letting a devilish grin cover your features. 

“What the heck? Where are you going?” a clearly confused Mingyu protested, reaching for you only to realize that you were already too far away. 

“Now you know exactly how I felt this morning.” You gave him a pointed look, referring to when he thought it was fun to edge you again and again, only for you to finally get your release after an hour and a half of torture. 

“Really? You’re seriously going to leave me hanging like this for that?”

You nodded, crossing your arms to emphasize your point. “Sure am. Serves you right.”

“Are you sure you want to play this game?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he slowly got up from the chair, his dick now visibly straining against his swimming trunks.

“Are you?” you challenged, forcing yourself to back up the closer Mingyu got.

He smirked, his eyes sparking with heat as they devoured your body from head to toe. 

“Bring it on, baby.”

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[bearforcecaptions]

Alex and Bryan had always been close, the kind of friends who made a pact over soda and pizza to turn things around, to finally hit the gym and build some muscle. They’d been nerdy, skinny guys their whole lives, and they felt awkward and out of place as they stumbled into the gym’s locker room after their first workout, faces flushed and sore from the exercises. Both of them wore cheap workout clothes they’d picked up from Walmart just that morning — faded T-shirts that hung loosely on their frames and ill-fitting, generic sneakers.

“Dude, my arms feel like noodles,” Alex groaned, shaking out his skinny limbs as he looked at Bryan.

“Right? I think I pulled something just trying to lift those dumbbells,” Bryan chuckled, but his laughter quickly turned into a grimace as he rubbed his shoulder.

Their voices echoed in the empty locker room, and the fluorescent lights flickered slightly as if the room were stretching itself, adjusting to accommodate these two new, inexperienced bodies. They walked over to the sink, looking at themselves in the mirror, barely recognizing the sweaty, tired faces staring back at them.

But then, almost imperceptibly, something started to shift. Alex leaned closer to the mirror, and he noticed his reflection looked… different. Just a little. His face seemed somehow sharper, his cheekbones a bit more defined.

“Hey… do I look weird to you?” he asked, glancing at Bryan.

Bryan squinted at him. “Maybe? Or maybe I’m just so tired everything’s blurry.” But then he stopped, staring as Alex’s T-shirt started to tighten around his chest, like it was shrinking or his chest was expanding. He looked down at his own shirt and noticed the same thing happening. The fabric stretched and then almost melted away, like it was dissolving into thin air.

Underneath, their chests were broadening, muscles slowly forming in places they’d never had them before. Alex stared, mesmerized, as his pecs seemed to inflate, one solid inch at a time, swelling until they were firm and full. He was startled to see a dark line beginning to etch itself over his right pec, the beginnings of a tattoo forming. Bryan looked over, his eyes widening as he saw the same tattoo mirrored on his own left pec.

“You’ve got the same one!” Bryan pointed, his voice trembling slightly, as he stared down at his own chest​. Both of them were transfixed, watching the tattoos slowly darken, bold lines taking shape, though Alex’s tattoo was slightly clearer and etched on the opposite side of his chest from Bryan’s. Their bare chests shone under the locker room’s bright lights, and it felt almost surreal, as though they were watching themselves transform from afar.

As their chests solidified, so did their arms. Alex flexed instinctively, watching with wide eyes as his biceps bulged out, the veins snaking along the surface like thick cords. Bryan mirrored him, mimicking the same pose, even though he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. Their shoulders broadened, traps rising like hills beneath their skin, framing thick, muscular necks that hadn’t been there moments ago.

The cheap Walmart sneakers they wore started to warp, reshaping into sturdy gym shoes, and they felt a strange tickle as white athletic socks rolled up around their ankles. Their old, ill-fitting shorts slowly lengthened and changed texture, becoming soft gray sweatpants that clung to their powerful, thickened legs.

Bryan felt a sudden pressure on his head, and reaching up, he realized he was now wearing a black baseball cap. He turned to Alex, who was wearing the same cap, the brim low over his eyes, shading his gaze in a way that felt… different. He felt his thoughts slow, like they were softening, melting into something simpler. He wanted to look good, feel strong, and—

“Yo, dude, check it out,” Alex said, his voice deepening, each word sounding slower, less articulate.

Bryan grinned back at him, an identical expression on his face, as his mind began to echo Alex’s excitement. They stared at each other, an odd tension hanging between them as their minds dulled, syncing up, their personalities flattening into something singular, something almost blank.

At some point, Bryan found himself staring at Alex, watching him flex. His own arms lifted in the same way, though he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. He felt a strange compulsion, a need to mirror Alex’s actions, to match him move for move. As he flexed, his mouth moved of its own accord, saying the same thing Alex was saying, their voices blending into one deeper, dumber tone.

“Lookin’ good, bro,” they said in unison, their gazes fixed on each other, and yet somehow, only on their own reflections.

The locker room seemed to shift, as if walls were moving subtly, altering to create the illusion that there was a mirror between them. Bryan blinked, realizing he was standing opposite Alex, but his own reflection now felt hazy, as though he was losing himself in it, becoming less real, less independent. The only thing he could think was how good it felt to flex, to see his thick muscles rippling beneath his skin.

With each passing moment, Bryan’s sense of self faded further, and he became more of an image, a reflection. He could feel his mind flattening into a mere echo, a shadow of Alex’s thoughts, his individuality dissolving as he mimicked Alex’s every action and word. Soon, there was only one real man left in the room, looking into the mirror.

“Lookin’ huge, bro,” Alex grinned, his voice a low, slow rumble.

And Bryan, now only a reflection, grinned back, saying the same words at the exact same time, a perfect mimic. The tattoo on his pec was a mere shadow, reversed and less distinct, as if to signify he was nothing more than Alex’s reflection. With one final flex, Alex turned to leave, leaving the locker room behind, and the reflection vanished, leaving nothing but an empty mirror.

[joontroverted]

𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮!

boyfriend ryomen sukuna x reader

fandom : jujutsu kaisen

tags : just fluff!!!

summary : your boyfriend falls asleep on your lap during movie night... of course you can't help but mess with his sexy sexy back 🥰

author's note : i don't even like this man... but i watched what was unfortunately, the perfect tiktok for boyfriend sukuna! divider credit : @anitalenia

"you asleep baby?"

there's no response from your boyfriend, his back gently going up and down. sukuna's cheek remains pressed against your thigh from where he had laid down halfway through the movie.

"baby?" you try again, and this time he grunts a bit and turns his face on the side to face you instead of the television. he then slowly begins to turn the rest of his body, causing you to shriek.

"wha- what is it?" he immediately says, his voice still hoarse from sleep, sitting up.

"you almost ruined my masterpiece!"

"what masterpiece, woman?" he grumbles, as you urge him to turn away from you. when his back is back in full view and all the little kittys are unharmed you sigh.

he tries peering over his shoulder, "i can't see shit."

"get your ass up and go look in the mirror then."

sukuna heaves himself up, finally rubbing off the remnants of sleep from the nap he took. the moment he's up and walking, your british shorthair pixel decides to claim him, running behind him and clawing at his feet.

he looks over at pixel and rolls his eyes and bends over. "all right, all right, crazy girl," he tells her fondly, as he slings her over his forearm and nestles her against his chest. she rubs her head against his plush pec.

she sure is your cat.

"now, let's see what my woman's been up to," he says, half to pixel and half to himself as he stands in front of the mirror. he turns away from it and peers over at it to see the vast expanse of his back decorated with dozens of hello kitty temporary tattoos.

"ahh, hello kitty, my familiar foe. we meet again," he hums, raising his arm to flex it. he raises his eyebrows and sets his jaw, narrowing his eyes. the sharp cut of his jaw and the serious glint of his eye contrast against the hello kittys peppered on his back and the fluffy bunny slippers he's wearing.

all the kittys move about as the tendons of his muscles flex and bounce, hardening as he pulls his arms up in a pose. pixel scampers up to try and balance on his head.

"wait for me, wait for me!" you hop off of the couch and hug sukuna's thick, firm waist, looking at the mirror image of his giant form posed and flexed with you on your tippy toes peeking up from the divot between his shoulder and his neck, pixel (somehow) seated on his head.

you snap a few mirror selfies of the three of you. sukuna has learned by now when and how to change poses whilst also not covering the camera or changing the angle. and of course, the last picture has to be one of you grabbing his ass, one hand holding the phone and the other's nails sinking into one of his thick and soft and juicy globes. you can't resist yourself as your nails go deeper, even after you're done taking the pic.

"tch."

"popping your ass all by yourself, handsome?" you smirk and nuzzle into the valley between his b̶̶o̶̶o̶̶b̶̶s̶ pecs, inhaling his deep, natural scent.

he pushes a large hand across the side of your face, into your hair, bending down to drop a kiss onto your lips. a kiss that he deepens as your arms circle around his shoulders, his tongue stroking and pushing against yours. his lips taste of strawberry, and you have to bite back your smile from how smooth and plump they are now after he's been stealing your lip balm. you bite his lip as he lifts you up and takes you to the couch, dropping you down gently and nuzzling into you.

you feel pixel move over the two of you and take her usual spot at the corner of the couch.

"was i a good instagram boyfriend?" sukuna hums into your neck.

"a very good instagram boyfriend."

"is the master happy with her masterpiece?" he moves lower, dropping his head onto your chest, and this time he's between your boobs.

"uh huh, are you?"

"mm, can i go back to my nap now?"

you giggle as he twists about to settle himself back on you, this time his entire body covering you like a blacket, from his shirtless top half to his bottom half covered in pink and black sweatpants.

"you can nap now, baby. you can lay on your back too, if you want! i think the tattoos are all dry now."

"face in titties," he mutters, shaking his head. "where did you even get all these tattoos from? did you plan this?"

"oh, i actually had them for a while now, but i think i have sticker anxiety, because i don't think anything is cute or worthy enough for me to stick my stickers or in this case..."

you chatter on about the little sticker and tattoo cards that you couldn't help but buy whenever you saw them, even though you don't know where to stick em. sukuna sleepily smiles into your chest from the implication that you found him was cute/worthy enough to finally use them.

the scratching of your pointy nails on his scalp, and the way you gently pat his back in a rhythm pulls him back into the deep sleep he was in before you had woken him up. your soft chest serves as a better pillow than anything he's ever laid his head on, other than your ass, perhaps. he is so comfortable, you make him feel so comfortable, all the damn time.

"and that's why i chose to watch the terrifier tonight! but you didn't even stay awake to protect me, did you big boy?"

your answer to his question had managed to take a one eigthy and end up on a completely different subject. you look down at your boyfriend who has been fast asleep on your tits from the second he asked you the question, a small pool of drool spreading from the corner of his open mouth onto your skin.

"aww, my baby," you whisper, dropping a kiss on his pink hair. "look at him, pixel! our big scary boy's more like you than he is like a guard dog, isn't he?"

pixel mrrps and continues licking her paw.

you scrunch your nose and pull out your phone, looking through the pictures you just clicked, and click some more of him drooling and dozing.

he might have learned how to be the best instagram boyfriend, and posting this will definitely bring in all the likes and comments but for now, you want him just like this, sweet and snuggly, and only yours to admire.

inspo

[blackswan7x]

— jjba: you ride Joseph Joestar’s face

character: Joseph Joestar, female reader

rating: NSFW. minors DNI.

Imagine…

Despite your protests, Joseph insisted he wanted you to sit on his face.

You objected saying you’d much rather lie on your back if he wanted to go down on you, but he wasn’t having it.

“When I say I want you to sit on my face, babe, I mean it. Besides could you imagine a more handsome seat for you. Honestly?” He had gave you his mischievous grin that was so gorgeous sometimes it made you ache.

So of course…you said yes.

Now, he is underneath you. You sit astride is face, positioned so you are resting your hands on his strong pecs and looking at the rest of his naked body. You try to touch his throbbing cock, hard and neglected and leaking precum across his lower stomach but he swats your hand away.

He had made it clear beforehand this was suppose to be all about your pleasure.

Soon, he has you whining and whimpering at the way he enthusiastically laps at your folds and teases your sensitive clit. He sucks hard suddenly and you throw your head back, your hands rest on his firm pecs as your arch your back.

Suddenly, he pulls away from your core.

“FUCK!” He groans loudly, causing you to shiver. “You taste so good, baby. Goddamn.”

He slaps your ass hard and you moan at how good it feels, any pain quickly transforming into endorphins that make you tremble. He grabs your ass with his big, calloused hands and spreads your cheeks apart.

You blush terribly, feeling so exposed to him but some part of you loves being this vulnerable to him.

“Oh my god!” He moans, “You’re dripping me for me.”

Any response you had is quickly lost as his mouth latches on to your engorged clit as two thick fingers press inside your swollen pussy. He curls his fingers in just the right way to stimulate from the inside as he continues his torturous licking of your clit

You rock your hips against his face, really riding him and it only prompts him to chuckle and increase his pace on you. Your thighs begin to shake and you feel the sparks of the pleasure to come deep within your belly

It all becomes too much. The sound of his moans as he worships your pussy. The feeling of his fingers filling you up. The added friction of your own hips grinding against his face. The rush of orgasm ignites within you, setting fire to your entire body.

Joseph works you through your high never stopping his fingers inside you or the suction of his mouth on your clit.

You clutch onto his waist as you cry out. You watch his cock twitch and somehow grow even harder as you moan. You shake and pant as the high leaves you, but you know you could go again.

You don’t care if he’s said this was all about you.

You need to taste him.

You need to give him as much pleasure as he’s given to you.

You lay down on him, already feeling electrified at the way his muscled body presses against your soft curves.

You take his thick length in your hand and begin to stroke him.

“Couldn’t resist me any longer cou— OH GOD!”Joseph’s smug words quickly turn to a groan as you take him fully into your hot mouth.

You use your hand to works his base as you hollow your cheeks and press your tongue along the bottom of his cock. You go until your cheeks ache and part from him with lewd pop of your mouth.

“Your next line is, ‘god, I love you…” you tease, before kissing his tip.

“God!” He moans, his hands gripping your hips, lost in the pleasure you’ve given him, “I love you….hey, wait! Th-that’s my thing!”

You laugh before taking him once more.

[joshslater]

Resizing

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"Care to make it more interesting?" the guy said. We were both about the same age, size, and build. Me, a ginger electronics engineer student dedicated to exercise for years, and recently getting serious with bodybuilding, and he, a Latino who obviously didn't skip gym or his meal plan too often. I guess that was why he'd asked me to spot for him at the barbell. He returned the favor and I felt the need to use the same weight as him and do his reps plus one. That led into testosterone fueled adventure hunt through the gym where we one-upped each other on various equipment and exercises. No one else was in there at this hour. Very mature behavior conducive to optimal results, not. We'd likely regret this the rest of the week.

"Interesting how?" We were standing under the pull-up bars.

"Most pull-ups win muscle and size."

"Isn't that always the prize?" I asked.

"I suppose it is. Chin must come above the bar and then the head fully below it for it to count. Are you in?" He held out his hand. I shook it.

"I'm game," and took a small jump up to the bar and started without any hesitation. I could feel fatigue from what we had done previously, but I tuned it out best as I could. He was counting. I came past eight pretty smoothly, but then I started to struggle. I would have hoped to at least would be past twelve by that point. By thirteen I had to really push it to get number fourteen above the bar, but then I had to give up. I felt a bit disappointed, as I normally can go past fifteen, but he should be just as tired as I.

"Strong going," he congratulated and slapped my shoulder. Then he leaped to the bar, also trying to show off, and began. While it didn't look easy for him, I couldn't see him struggling too bad either, rhythmically going up and down, perhaps slowly getting closer to the agreed limit above the bar. "Ten. Eleven. Twelve." His pace didn't falter. "Thirteen. Fourteen." He made a little smirk. "Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen." That last one wasn't perhaps a legal pull-up, but I had already lost. Perhaps he felt it too, so he dropped down to the floor.

"Fuck, I'm tired," he said, no need to pretend anymore. "Well, at least I won. I shall claim my prize," and he grabbed my hand again. Suddenly I was in agony. It felt like the dull day-after-soreness after a particularly grueling gym session, but there was more to it. It felt like I couldn't move anymore, at least not much. I wasn't frozen in place, but my body refused to detach from him, refused from stepping away. I was hot. I could feel droplets of sweat running down my body, and my eyes were watering up, making the entire room hard to see. But I could see that everything was somehow shifting.

Once he let go I felt unsteady, my body still in flames and sore as hell. His face however wasn't in front of me anymore. Instead I stared right into his chest. I looked down at my body. Years worth of work was gone. It was still an athletic body, but all definition in arms and legs were gone. Pecs and shoulders like any track and field student. "What the hell did you do!" I shouted.

"Muscle and size," he said calmly and flexed his now much larger arm. He looked down at me. "Don't worry. Girls like short boys with abs. Boys too I guess."

"Fuck you! Turn me back!"

"Or what? You're going to tell someone a guy you don't know stole your height at the gym?"

He had a point there. If I hadn't just seen it happen it would be completely unbelievable to me too.

"Just be the bigger man," he said and walked towards the showers.

[star-suh]

Gym Bros

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, semi public sex, chest play, nipple play, titjob, facial, implied sweat kink, feminization, yn goes commando, degradation, rimjob (mingyu receiving), gaping hole, impregnation kink, sir kink at the end, implied second round.

an: idk the names of the gym machines so excuse me with that and this is unrealistic.

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the first time yn went to a gym he immediately made some friends who were more than pleased to help him learn how the machines work and all those things a beginner must know. mingyu was one of them, a big strong guy who dedicated a lot of time to his body, damn it looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.

when time passed a certain feeling grew between them, it wasn't love it was something more carnal and lustful. thoughts of mingyu manhandling him crossed on yn's mind meanwhile on mingyu's, he just wanted to rail that little guy into oblivion.

“hey” yn greeted mingyu who responded the same, a quiet sweet “hey”, the awkward silence after that added to the sexual tension growing between them “so what are you going to train today” yn asked with a slight blush covering his cheeks. “today’s chest day” the big guy says proudly. fuck how much yn wanted to grab those pecs and squeeze them as hard as he can.

hours passed and the gym began to be emptied, people returned to their homes except mingyu and yn, the first one somehow convinced the owner of the place to let him continue training saying that he would close it when he left.

yn decided to ask mingyu to help him lift some weight, he agreed.

everything was fine until yn noticed mingyu’s bulge right above his face, unconsciously mingyu was leaning closer and closer towards his partner’s face. yn’s face was red he decided to stop lifting weights and take a break. still in that same position he closed his eyes, his head right between mingyu’s big thighs and then suddenly something hits his face, it was thick, sweaty and it was throbbing..

“i helped you with that, now you help me with this” a cocky smirk on mingyu's godly face. yn just went with it, it was something he was yearning for since day 1 so why would he deny that offer. yn’s head was hanging from the bench so it was easy to mouthfuck him, slowly and little by little mingyu's cock went inside yn's mouth, the latter struggled at taking it all but he did his best to give a lot of pleasure to mingyu.

the dick was going in and out, forming a little bulge on the other's throat, a bulge that mingyu caressed and made him even hornier. yn focused on suppressing his gagging reflexes like a hungry animal he wanted to swallow all of his shaft and feel every single vein on it. “you're acting like a bitch in heat. fuck!! hungry cockslut”.

mingyu pulled his dick, all the thick saliva dripping on yn's face. he tapped his shoulder and said “let's get that pussy to work”, in a swift motion mingyu ripped yn's pants exposing his ass and dick “oh you're one of those who goes commando.. i like that” mingyu slapped his ass causing a shy laugh to come out of the other's mouth.

first thing mingyu did wanted to do is lift some weight while lying down on a weightlifting bench, yn was sitting on his crotch area, his dick already stuffed inside him, every time mingyu pulls two ropes yn will go up and then he will go down when mingyu stops pulling them. in that way mingyu can exercise while fucking the little slut.

next thing mingyu did was to lift more weight while doing squats and every time he goes down his ass meets yn's wet tongue that's ready to taste that delicious sweaty muscle ass…

“i love this fucking pussy, it's so wet and warm.. perfect for my big dick” mingyu groans while pounding strongly causing a recoil on the bottom's ass. “hngh.. more i want more~ please” a cockdrunked yn begged, he wanted to be fucked into oblivion by sich fine gentlemen.

mingyu lay down on one of the benches and let tn ride him. "shit, you're really deep" the bottom mutters while masturbating.

“there you go.. you really know how to milk a dick” mingyu grabbed his ass and started pounding harder “i'm gonna knock you up”, he grunts “this pussy belongs to me and no one more, you get it?”; “yes sir, impregnate me… hng… give me all of your babies” the other replied.

mingyu came inside yn but he didn't stopped, he kept fucking him to ride his high causing all the cum to be spilled down his shaft and everytime he slams himself some drops splashes and land on yn's ass and back. “look at this mess you made” the taller smirks, cum and sweat being smeared in their bodies and the bench, “you wasted all the cum sir, you have to put more inside me to knock me up”; “don't worry we're gonna have a lot of time for that, now give me your cum” mingyu made yn to sit on his torso, put his dick in between his tits and urged him to thrust in between them “this feels so good” yn moans, “you can fuck this tits whenever you want pretty whore”; “yes sir” replied yn almost immediately. yn kept fucking the other's tits while groping and pinching them “these tits are so big and sexy, i feel like i'm gonna cum soo-” he didn't finished his phrase when he spurted ropes of white cum directly at mingyu's face who lick it like it was some sweet stuff.

“that was so hot” yn tries to catch his breath laying on top of mingyu, tracing circles on mingyu’s chest with his finger, “yeah… you really know how to please me” the top smiles and kisses his forehead “let’s go take a shower” he grabbed yn and he put it on his shoulder as if it were a sack and slapped his ass, “what do you think about a second round?”, yn’s dick got immediately hard thinking about it and mingyu felt it poking his arm, once again smirking by thinking how cute yn was.

the bottom then replies “yes sir”.

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Sneaking around as an idol was hard but easy at the same time. You just had to be careful. Dispatch wasn’t the problem all the time, it was mostly the fans that you had to worry about. Somehow Y/n managed to sneak into Jeongin and Chan’s while the leader was out and no one was around.

It wasn’t like the rest of Jeongin’s group didn’t know about Y/n. He just preferred to not have them hear all about their business and they respected that, especially Chan now that he lived with the maknae.

Jeongin had invited her over once he realized his roommate was out for the night. More than likely at the studio with the rest of the production team. Ordering some food in as well. The food hit there just as Y/n did and he barely had time to unpack so they could eat before she was stalking mm

"Bedroom?" Jeongin offered as she trailed her lips down to his jaw and neck.

"No dinner tonight?" Y/n referred to the food he had door dashed on the coffee table before initiating a very heavy make-out session on the living room couch

"You don't seem too eager to eat it either."

"Later. Want something else right now."

She could feel the singer's excitement at what she was implying. She got off his lap and pulled him from the couch to his room. Jeongin closed the door behind him. Not that he needed to since his roommate wasn't home.

Y/n pulled him into the room and sat him on his bed as she pressed her lips to his again. Jeongin smiled and grabbed her ass as she straddled him again. Slowly pushing him onto the bed. The maknae moaned as she pushed his shirt up, hands roaming over his abs that she knew how hard he worked for them. Her hands pushed them up the fabric just below his pecs then trailed her hands back down to the band of his sweatpants.

She sat up, pulling her lips away from his, and pushed down the front of his sweats. Jeongin lifted his hips for her to pull the sweats further. Y/n got off his lap and kneeled on the ground between his legs, pulling the fabric with her.

"Get off the floor,” Jeongin told her as he sat up.

"How else am I supposed to suck your dick?" Y/n asked him

"I wasn't joking earlier when I told you to come over and sit on my face," Jeongin teased, pulling her back up onto his lap.

"Are you sure?” She asked as he pulled her shirt off her body.

"Yes," he chuckled. "Been begging you to sit on my face. Just a bonus for you to suck my dick at the same time. ”

"If you're sure."

Jeongin pulled his shirt off and laid back on his bed. Y/n stood momentarily to take off her bottoms. Jeongin smiled as he pulled his pants and boxers off, throwing them to the side then helped her over his face. She hovered over him for a moment as she leaned down, wrapping one hand around his cock. Jeongin pulled her hips down and sat her on his face.

Y/n tried to lift her hips away from him but he wouldn’t let her. Kept her down on his face and kissed her folds. Y/n accepted her fate and licked his tip. Both went back and forth teasing the other and making them moan before Jeongin slipped his tongue into her and Y/n took him into her mouth.

Both idols entering the back and forth of trying to make the other cum first. Y/n bobbed her head up and down as the man under her fucked his tongue in and out other. Occasionally moving the muscle out of her and toying with her clit. Wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking, making her moan around his cock, which made him moan as well.

The cycle never ended which made it all more enjoyable and sensitive. Jeongin gripped her ass tight as her tongue swirled around him, his own diving into her again. Y/n moaned around his dick, taking him further into her throat. Jeongin had to stop for a moment to take in how deep he was in her throat. Hips bucking up into her throat out of pure pleasure.

Y/n was a bit proud of herself as she kept going. Fighting for that bit of dominance between the two. But Jeongin wasn't going to give that up easily. He wrapped his pretty lips around her chit again and moved one hand from her ass and dipped two of his fingers inside. Shaking as she moaned with his cock still deep in her throat. He smiled as he rolled her clit around with his tongue. The moaning alone brought their sensitivity to an all-time high. Jeongin held back as best as he could until she came on his fingers. Quickly replacing them with his tongue and cleaned her up with the muscle.

Y/n’s legs shook as her orgasm overtook her. Barely having the energy to pull his cock out of her mouth. Almost as soon as she got all her senses back after her high, Jeongins hips bucked up and she hollowed out her cheeks. The idol moaned behind her and finally let his own orgasm consume him. His warm cum flooded into her mouth. Y/n milked him till he had nothing left before she sat up and got off his face. Jeongin laid there, catching his breath as she straddled his waist. Leaning down and kissing his neck and chest.

"You alright there?" Y/n asked him.

"Yeah," Jeongin said. “Just need a minute.”

He found a little strength to roll them over and tail his lips down her neck and chest. Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed her boobs. The singer sat up after a moment, reached over to his nightstand, and grabbed a condom from the drawer. Opening the package and rolling it on his hardening length.

He pumped himself a few times as Y/n spread her legs wider for him. He grabbed the back of one of her thighs and then pushed himself in. Y/n moaned as he filled her up. Jeongin leaves back down to her neck and let her adjust to him being inside her. After a moment, he pulled his hips back and thrusted in and out of her. Gradually picking up his pace, and grabbing hold of her wrists when she ran them down his chest. Pinning her limb down beside her and using the bit of leverage for himself.

Y/n rolled her hips against him as best she could. Jeongin noticed and pulled one hand away from her wrists, using just one hand to hold them down now, and brought his free hand down to her clit. Rubbing the bud with his thumb while thrusting into her.

“Fuck,” Y/n cursed

“Just needed your pet court played with while I fuck you, huh?” He asked, watching her toss her head back and hands stain against his larger hands. Maybe even taking a little pride in how easily he got to her with a few thrusts and knowing where the clit is.

“There!” Y/n moaned

“Did I find your favorite spot?” Jeongin teased and angled himself the hit the spot again

Y/n hummed in response as her legs wrapped around his hips. Kinging kept his pace steady, doing his best not to ruin her building orgasm. Even when her walls contracted around him and it got harder to keep his pace steady. Almost losing himself in the pulsating of her walks before the stimulation was too much for her and her orgasm broke. Back arching of his bed ever so slightly as her body shook.

Jeongin pushed her through it before he finally let himself release into the rubber, just as she came down from her. He had to use both his hands to steady himself and not put his full weight onto her. Both idols took a moment to come down fully before they heard a knock on his door.

“Put your food in the fridge, In,” Chan said through the door

“Thank you,” Joining cashed back

“Welcome. Hi Y/n.”

“Hi Chan,” Y/n cashed back before they heard the forceps recede

“That it’s not like when you lived with Lee Know and Seungmin,” Y/n giggled

Hanging shook his head, remembering the times in his old dorm when the real would bust his side down when Y/n and he just finished hooking up— thank God she was covered up one way or another every time — and lectured him about protection.

“Don’t remind me.”

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[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART NINE)

The alarm went off early. Way early. It was our weekday routine now. The twins were sleeping in, and the pre-sunrise hours were the only time Braden felt he could get a workout in. And I had shifted my work hours to get in the office early so I could pick Ev and Keith up from school. Junior had offered to help now that he was driving and sometimes I asked him to drive his little brothers around, but he had golf practice 3 or 4 days out of 5 after school.

"MMmmff," I moaned, stretching out in bed, not willing to open my eyes just yet. I felt Braden's warm body snuggle against mine. He was about to turn 40, and as he neared that milestone, his muscle seemed fuller somehow, bulkier.

"I gave us an extra fifteen minutes, Dad," he croaked in his morning voice. "You wanna...?" Already his fingers were wrapped around my morning wood. It had taken a while for me to get comfortable with sleeping naked. When Junior, Evan, and Keith were younger, Brade and I would worry about them barging in. But we'd taught them to respect our privacy, and now we had the freedom to sleep naked, even if we weren't having sex.

My mouth sought his. I loved kissing Brade, always had, but truth be told, I was having some guilt now that things had started up with Junior. It had only been a couple of weeks since I'd crossed that line with our eldest. It was hard not to dive right into something intense, and I knew Junior wanted to. But we needed to take our time, and I needed to know how this new dynamic fit with my marriage to Junior's daddy.

I now took the initiative of rolling Braden over. Dad on top. I kissed along his neck and pinned his hands back to the pillow. I made my way to his arm pits and kissed his strong pecs.

Braden knew what my target was. A puffy nipple sticking out of his chest fur. My son was still breastfeeding the twins, but not nearly as much now that they were also eating baby food. More milk for me.

My suckling technique was well honed and I could taste the sweet man milk.

"Oh fuck, Dad," Braden hissed, caressing my head. It was perverted as fuck, but we both got off on this. Maybe because it was a sign of the way Braden's ex-Marine body had completely transformed in childbearing. And how it was gonna transform once more the next time I knocked him up.

I was fully fuck-hard now. I leaned up and kicked apart his legs, then reached over to turn on the lamp to to pump out some lube into my palm.

"How fertile are you, Son?" I asked, slicking up. I loved the vision of Braden's masculine nakedness beneath me. Hard muscle, solid, spreading his legs and pulling them back for me.

"I'm not yet 40, Dad... when the time's right you're gonna impregnate me again."

"Damn," I hissed. "Give you another brother."

"Make yourself another boyfriend," Braden hissed. He reached over for some lube to finger into his hole. It was a sign I could go a little harder this morning. My son was in heat.

"Damnit, Brade," I said. We'd talked about the implications of me and Junior, and Brade was encouraging. But somehow, over two weeks, we hadn't talked about it sexually, at least not like this.

He was getting turned on by the idea, thoough. "Who knows how many of our sons you'll sleep with."

I nudged my cock into place. Trying not to go there.

But Braden knew I was turned on, too. "You like the idea, don't you, Dad?"

"God, yes, Son." I pushed in. "You know I do."

Brade was wrapping his legs around me, pulling my body toward his. This was a nice mix of a Brade fuck and a Bill fuck. My hard cock plunging in deep and roughly while we embraced missionary.

It was like Braden could read my mind. "This is the position Junior was conceived in," he said. Holding my back as I hard dicked him.

"You, too, son," I hissed.

"Oh fuck, Dad." Braden LOVED that idea. "Seventh time the charm?"

"You got it. Sport. Grow that litter we got going."

"Sprawling Drake family..." my son grunted. "Incest DNA."

"I'd love for Junior to watch us. To watch us make him another brother."

"His nephew."

"Fuck yes." I was getting real into the sex. This was turning into a hotter session than I expected on a Tuesday morning. Then the idea came bubbling up from the repressed part of my mind. "Would you like Junior fuck you, Brade?" I asked, a hard edge to my voice.

But my son was right there with me. "In a heartbeat, Dad."

I was cumming, maybe more loudly than I normally did.

"Fill me up, Dad. Knock me up." Braden was entering his own cum, the semen shooting between our writhing bodies.

We uncoupled and took a second to catch our breath, lying side by side before Braden turned to me, sweat weighing down his bed head hair. "Was that just sex talk, Dad?"

I shook my head. "Not on my end, it wasn't. If you're up for it, Son.... if Junior is up for it."

Braden looked at me with clear excitement, but was circumspect in his reply. "I know you two have your own bond, Dad. I don't wanna intrude on that."

"You ever think he feels the same way about us?" I asked.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

I patted Braden's thigh and looked over at the clock. "I should get ready for work, Son."

"Yeah," my son said. He was enjoying the recovery rest from the sex. A part of me wondered if he was ovulating now, if my swimmers were finding their way...

I was chubbed showering, but I didn't take my time. I shaved and got dressed in a matter of a few minutes. And as I picked out a tie and slipped on my dress shoes, Braden took his turn to shower off.

The house was quiet when I made my way to the kitchen, but Junior was there, wearing workout clothes. He'd begun to join Brade for an intense pre-school lifting session. He had his cup of coffee and when he saw me appear, he went over to pour me a cup.

"Morning, Dad," he whispered.

"Morning, kiddo," I said. "You don't have to do that for me."

Junior smiled. He was a normal 18-year-old in so many ways, but was also clearly majorly infatuated. It was an adorable combination. "I like doing it for you... I know you don't have a lot of time in the morning."

I smiled and stepped up. Junior was surprised by the kiss, but he eagerly turned toward me and opened his mouth for my soft tongue.

"Thank you," I said. It was about more than the coffee.

"Um..." my son said. "You want me to take care of you, before work?"

I shook my head. "Your daddy did a pretty good job of that already."

"Oh," Junior replied. Clearly disappointed.

"You can't be jealous, kiddo. OK?" This was me as authority figure but also in understanding boyfriend mode. Like I'd been with Braden when we first started.

"I know, Dad," Junior said.

"We'll have a date night soon, how bout that?"

Junior nodded eagerly, a huge smile on his face. "You must think I'm ridiculous," he laughed with some embarrassment.

"Hardly, stud..." God, this young man was so hard to say no to. "Listen... why don't I take care of you, this morning?" I knew Ev and Keith would sleep in, and the twins were sounds asleep.

Junior nodded, grateful and horny.

I crouched down, right there in the kitchen, and tugged down Junior's shorts. Braden had given him a new pair of Marines-logo PT shorts and Junior was wearing them around the house nonstop lately. I saw a jock strap and looked up to grin.

"Something new?" I asked quietly.

Junior smiled, still embarrassed. "I saw that Daddy wears a strap beneath his shorts when he works out."

I chuckled and hooked my thumb into the waistband. As I peeled the jock down, I saw Junior's big shaft plop up into a standing position. Seven-and-some inches of hard Drake cock.

I wanted to take my time. And I wanted to go verbal. But neither was gonna happen that morning. So I wetted my lips and ran my hands up Junior's firm quad muscle before leaning in.

"Oh shit, Dad," Junior gasped.

I wasn't a great cocksucker, but to Junior it was like I was the best imaginable. His own dad going down on him. Right there in the kitchen, before work, before school. A down payment for much more to come between us. I worked more and more son dick into my mouth and into my throat. My hand caressing his nut sac while I blew him.

Junior cradled my skull, affectionately and respectfully as I worked a healthy teen load from his balls. If my sucking skill wasn't the best, I had the swallowing part down. I gave my son's dick a soft kiss when I finally pulled off.

Slowly, Junior recovered from his orgasm and pulled up his jockstrap and shorts.

"Sure I can't do you, Dad?" he asked. He could see the ridge of dad dick in my suit trousers.

"We'll take a rain check, kiddo... how bout that?"

"Perfect."

We kissed again, softly, until I finally got some willpower to get on with my morning.

"I'm late," I whispered into his lips.

"All right, get going, old man," he teased. He pulled back and reached up into the cabinet for a travel mug. I took it from him and poured my cup into it.

"There's something I want to discuss with you later, Junior," I said.

He could tell from my tone that it wasn't anything bad or too serious, but his curiosity was piqued. "What is it, Dad?"

"Later... but come see me when you get back from practice, OK?"

"Will do, Dad."

At that moment, Braden walked in, in his own workout clothes. "Ready, Bill?" he asked Junior.

"Yeah, Daddy," he said, taking one more sip of his coffee to hide the guilty expression he had. We'd have to talk about that later, clear the air.

"I'm off," I told my husband and gave him a soft peck of a kiss. Then I lingered, going a little deeper in the goodbye kiss. I wasn't trying to make Junior jealous, but he needed to know I loved his father, too.

****

I was still getting used to the mansion. I wasn't sure how much more we'd grow our family. Braden and I talked about how we still wanted more kids, but we'd see if he felt like that as he got into his 40s. For now, we had a lot of extra room. Brade had his own man cave that doubled as a nursing area - with a big-screen TV, football memorabilia, leather chairs and a foosball table. Junior had a second master bedroom with his own giant bathroom and hottub. I had my own private study that was my home office and just a place that I enjoyed spending an hour alone from time to time. It wasn't like the boys were forbidden from coming in, but they rarely did. It was my space.

I was there doing some take-home work at my laptop, when I saw Junior step into the doorway. He'd just come back from after school golf practice and was still in his golf attire, from the ball cap to the white golf shoes.

"Is now a good time, Dad?" he asked. I could sense a deference in his voice, but also an eagerness. He'd been thinking all day, I knew, about what had gone on that morning and the fact I'd asked for a serious talk.

"Yep, Junior, shut the door," I said, shutting my lap top and moving over to the couch.

Junior had a shy grin as he joined me there.

"Good day?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dad," he said, spreading his legs some, as his knee jittered nervously.

"I wanted to check in with you. About us."

"I figured," he said.

I reached over and ran my hand along Junior's neck. I loved that I could be affectionate with him like this now, and I loved seeing how much he loved it. A smile broke out on his cute face.

"That feels nice," he said.

"You boning up, son?" I asked in a deep, soft voice.

He nodded, brown eyes meeting mine. "Oh yeah."

I caressed his neck with my fingers, letting him feel that gentle body contact. "You know... incest is about what we do with our cocks," I said, maybe getting too much into Dad lecture mode, "but it's more than that." I reached down and adjusted my own hardon, feeling trapped in my casual sweats I'd put on after work. "Your daddy is my husband and love of my life and whatever we have has got to fit into that."

I saw so much love in Junior's face just then. "Oh God, Dad, I'd never do anything you and Daddy," he said with his own deepening voice. It was hard not to realize how quickly Junior had grown up, and to realize that soon he'd be off to college. "I know... maybe sometimes it seems like I'm greedy when it comes to you."

"You're 18 and horny," I said. "That's natural."

"Yes, sir," Junior laughed. "Also.. you're my first real crush."

I took of his cap, running my fingers to push his short bangs back in place. Then I leaned in for a soft kiss.

I could tell Junior was having a REAL hard time approaching that kiss slow. I was, too, to be honest. But this was better, taking our time and feeling out the emotion of the moment. I finally pulled back and pressed my forehead against his. "I'm crushed out on you too, buddy."

"Fuck!" Junior hissed.

I continued to massage his neck with my hand and moved a little to squeeze his trap muscle. I thought about what Todd Fiedler had said to me, about his own evolving family dynamic. "If you can handle me fully committed to your Daddy, I'd love for us to be boyfriends. Try that out."

"Damnit Dad... you don't know how much I want that," he said. Junior's self restraint was fading and he reached down to grip my hard crotch. I didn't stop him. "Tell me what I need to do to make that happen."

I'd been giving it some thought. "Date night, you and me, once a week. The other nights are reserved for your Daddy." I paused. "Unless you want to join us some time."

That got an excited reaction from the young stud. "You guys would be open to that?"

I nodded. "If that appeals to you," I said.

"Daddy's a hot stud, Dad. The idea of you two at the same time.... Fuck!"

"You can't let your brothers know," I cautioned. "When the time's right, I'll tell them about you and me."

Junior had a huge smile at that. "Can I be there when you do, Dad?"

"I suppose so," I replied, not sure what he was getting at.

"You're going to think I'm silly.. but I want to learn how to be a dad. I've been watching you and Daddy, trying to learn from you."

"Kiddo, that's the most amazing thing you've ever told me," I breathed. I was horny as fuck, but also paternal proud. "I've noticed you've been reading up on parenthood."

Junior nodded, embarrassed as much as he was proud. "I know it's years away, but I'd like to have kids like you and Daddy."

"Follow in your Dad's footsteps, huh?"

"Pretty much," Junior blushed.

I patted his leg. I wanted to have sex with Junior in the worst way right then, but it was getting close to dinner time. "Dinner's about ready, but I'm glad we had this conversation, Junior."

"Me, too, Dad. Fuck!"

"Another kiss before we go join the family?"

Our kiss wasn't nearly as soft this time.

***

After dinner, Junior took his brothers out to toss the football. Brade looked after the twins. And I cleaned up and did the dishes. Out the window, I could see the Fiedler house, another mansion with another incest family. Together our families were forging our dream, creating the lives that we wanted, that felt right to us. Dating Junior was a big step, a huge step. I still wasn't sure I could juggle the emotional commitments with the role of fatherhood for two generations. But I know I'd try.

I was getting hard, rock hard. Hanging up the dish towel I went to family den, where Brade and twins were.

"How'd it go?" my son asked, looking up.

"Really f-in well," I said. Even if the twins were just 2, I was making an effort not to curse around them. Kids pick up everything like a sponge. "You up for inviting him to our room tonight?"

I could sense the excitement in Braden's eyes. "You gotta ask, Dad?"

"Yeah," I said. "You're my husband, Son. I gotta ask."

"The answer is yes," my eldest said. "I'll follow your lead. Whatever you guys are comfortable with."

I nodded. Jesus my dick wasn't gonna go down anytime soon. I nodded to the backyard. "It's getting dark... they'll be in soon."

Braden nodded. The parental duties were reasserting themselves. "Can you put the twins to bed tonight? I'll look after Ev and Keith."

"Sure," I said, getting down on the floor to play with Andrew and Brady, while Braden got up.

"Oh, and you free Saturday after golf? Pop Warner seasons starts."

"I'll be there."

I heard the door open even from the other side of the house and the rambunctious sounds of 12 and 13 year olds running through the house. A minute later, Junior appeared. "Need help, Dad?"

"I'm good, kiddo," I said. "You can get to your homework." I really wasn't trying to lecture, Junior, after all he was a good student, but I knew he hadn't had time to do his schoolwork yet.

"Aye aye," he gave a mock salute. "You always get on Daddy's case about homework when he was my age?" he teased.

I looked up and smiled. "All the time. It didn't work."

That made Junior laugh.

He was about to leave when I stopped him. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I said. "Kiddo... what do you think of coming to our room tonight? When your brothers are asleep?"

That got a huge smile. Junior wasn't expecting that so soon. "Fu-... I mean..." he caught himself. "That'd be incredible, Dad." Then getting a playful grin, he added. "Is this an incentive for me to do my homework."

I love that Junior and I shared a sense of humor, our own in-jokes. "Something like that, buddy. Maybe, around 10:30? No need to knock, just be discreet, OK?"

"You got it, Dad."

***

Brade and I were able to enjoy about a half hour of naked making out and foreplay. I told him about the conversation I had with Junior, about being boyfriends with my second son and about how we'd balance that with the primal father-son marriage I had with Braden.

"I'm leaking so much, Dad." Indeed, his precum smeared our bellies as we embraced.

"He's gonna see something special, Brade," I said, running my hands along his muscular arms and feeling his hard prick against my own.

"Me, too," Braden said. "I've not yet seen him naked."

"He's grown into a fucking stud," I said.

"Hot fucking golf jock," Braden growled.

"Damn, buddy... we're gonna fuck around with our own son."

"Your boyfriend."

Braden and I kissed.

As we were getting into the make out session, the door opened. Junior stepped in quietly, He had his golf shorts on, but nothing else. Even from feet away, I could fell our son was rock hard and leaking.

"Damn," he whispered. Then stepping in, he added, "You OK with this, Daddy."

Braden grinned. "You have no idea, Bill," he replied. Scooting over to the side of the bed he patted the spot between him and me. "Come join us."

His eyes were on our nakedness, me rock hard and my dad dick sticking straight up, and Braden in a similar start of sexual excitement. Junior started undoing his shorts, then stopped, almost asking for permission before I interjected, "Lose the shorts, kiddo. Let Daddy see all of you."

Junior grinned, excitement gaining the upper hand over nervousness. He let his shorts fall and then stepped out of them.

"Goddamn, that's a beautiful dick," Brade said.

Junior's chest puffed out with pride as he walked over to the side where Braden was. He let my husband see his teen hardon jutting out while his hand felt up Braden's muscular quad muscle. "It is OK if I touch him, Dad?" he asked, looking up at me.

"You don't gotta ask, buddy... we're here to explore each other tonight, OK?"

Junior's voice croaked in lust. "Yeah, OK."

He climbed into bed, making his way over Braden's muscle body to wedge his own from between us. Junior was shaking a little next to me as he looked between me and Brade.

"You OK with this, son?" I asked, patting his leg.

"More than OK, Dad. Just turned on as fuck. That's all."

Braden laughed and turned toward us, his prick nudging Junior's bare thigh. "It's like me the first times I fooled around with Dad." Brade's hand was on Junior's abs now, moving up to feel his meaty chest.

I watched them kiss. God, it was so hot, seeing that incest as a witness and not just a participant. Especially watching how Junior got into it. Feeling up his daddy and roving his hand around until it wrapped around Brade's cock.

I kissed along Junior's neck and shoulder, and after a few seconds he turned to kiss me as well. Right on the mouth, right in front of my other son.

Already Braden was scooting down the bed. I had a sense of where he was going, and indeed as I kissed Junior deep I felt him grunt into my mouth.

"How's that feel, kiddo?" I asked as I pulled away. I didn't need to look down to know that Brade was sucking Junior's big piece.

"Holy shit, Dad. You didn't tell me he was this good."

I heard Braden come up and spit out the cock, giving a soft laugh. "Dad likes to keep things to himself sometimes."

Junior gave a dumb nod, turned on, horny as fuck. Especially as he watched Brade move over to swallow me to the hilt.

"Dad, that's fucking beautiful."

"Incest," I said directly. The word itself made Junior's cock twitch noticeably. "You wired for it, too, buddy? Like me and your daddy are?"

"You have no idea, sir."

I kissed Junior. This was so amazing. Me and Junior and Brade forging this threeway sexual bond. Emotionally, there was me and Brade, and me and Junior. And of course Braden was Junior's parent. But here, we was showing Junior how hot incest could be, verbalized and acknowledged.

"I wanna help Daddy out," Junior finally said.

"Go for it, kiddo."

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. My two oldest sons were tag team sucking me. Swapping off, doing a little tandem licking, and attacking my nuts with their tongues while the other sucked. Pretty soon, I could notice Braden was actively coaching Bill Jr in how to suck cock. How to suck my cock.

"That dick made you, Bill, show it some respect," he'd breath. Then nudging Junior off, he said, "Like this..." and swallow me deep. "Wanna give it a try?"

They passed my dick back and forth about five times, before it was too much. As Junior started really getting the swing of sucking me, I blasted hard. He moaned and with equal excitement pulled off to offer half of my ejaculation to Braden. The two slurped my cum then shared it in a kiss.

"Damn..." I hissed. I was rock hard and yet completely drained. I hadn't been this turned on in ages.

"Lie back, Bill," Braden said, and I watched Junior rejoin the spot next to me. I winked at him and he smiled back. The jitters were completely gone. Junior was enjoying the hell out of his first incest threesome.

I looked down to see Braden get into place between Junior's long spread legs. He was still not very hairy, but pretty soon the short leg hair would grow in more and his legs would look furrier.

For now, Braden seemed to take his time feeling up Junior's young muscle and nuzzling the most smooth ball sac.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Junior let out before checking his volume. "That feels so fucking good."

"You want your Daddy to suck you off?" I hissed, running my hands on Junior's strong chest.

"I want that incest blowjob," Junior said. He was a fast learner when it came to the kind of sex talk Braden and I enjoyed regularly.

"A father's mouth on son's cock," I said.

"He's my brother, too," Junior added.

That did it for Braden. My husband couldn't hold off going back down on Junior. Not teasing or taking his time, Brade was giving a full speed suck job.

Junior's toes were curling and his body tensing as he looked to me, pleasure and need in his face.

I kissed my new son-boyfriend hard. As Junior and I made out, he orgasmed. If I felt any jealousy, it was merely that my husband was able to get Junior off orally so much better than I could.

"Let me do you, Brade..." I started to say, only as he leaned up, I saw a string of cum dripping from the tip of his prick.

"Sorry, Dad, I couldn't hold off," Braden replied. He plopped down next to Junior, face flushed and still in sexual overstimulation.

I could sense Junior laugh. "That was SO hot, Dad... everything."

I patted Junior's firm abs. "If you can slip out first thing in the morning, kiddo, you're welcome to sleep in here."

Junior looked over at Braden for confirmation, who nodded. "I'm probably not gonna get any damn sleep, but yeah..."

We made out some, pairing in different combinations. Doing a threeway kiss wasn't practical but we tried that anyway.

Finally it was time for bed. Braden cleaned up and brushed his teeth, then it was Junior's turn. I heard Braden explain where towels things were, since we were all settling into the new house.

My eldest son had a huge grin when he came out naked, that uncut dick finally soft. "That was more incredible than I even dreamed, Dad," he said.

I slid out of bed and gave Brade a soft kiss. "I'll say. I'm glad you're OK with this."

He nodded. "I'm not gonna angle in on your thing with Bill," he said quietly. "He needs his own bond with you. I don't want to take that from him."

"You gave him a pretty special gift tonight, son. You gave both of us a special gift."

Braden shrugged. He saw this as just normal. "There's plenty of more of that, I guess, if it plays out that way."

"Plays out what way?" Junior asked as he stepped out. His dick was nearly a match of mine, only uncut like Braden's. He looked like a young god just then.

I placed my arm over Braden's shoulder. "Your Daddy and I were just saying how well this went."

Junior smiled. I watched his dick fill out and with a few jerks stand up to full teen erection. "Sorry, Dads," he said. "Can't help."

"Don't need to be sorry for an incest hardon," Braden said. "Your Dad and I get them all the time."

I would have gotten one, too, but I was completely drained just then. Besides, I'd had sex first thing that morning, and twice in a day was pushing it for my normal 56-year-old sexual response. I watched Brade and Junior climb into bed, snuggling up to one another. I'd join them after got ready for bed myself. I took a piss and washed off my genitals with a washcloth.

I pulled out my toothpaste and as I went to reach for my toothbrush, I saw not two but three brushes in the holder.

Now, my dick expanded and began getting hard.

[oracle-of-dream]

Could you write a dom! top! taehyun x dom! bot! male reader where althought the reader tries to fight for dominance he ends loosing and getting roughly tamed by taehyun as a punishment? A setting where taehyun is back sweating from his gym session would probably make the plot even better!

We're Even

Minors DNI

Summary: Taehyun is irresistible and doesn't even know how it affects you as he walks around half-naked. You end up mixing with some of his clothes mixed in with your laundry, and he catches you closely "examining" them.

Warnings: Male Reader, Gym ray Taehyun, Blowjob, Forced Deepthroat, Gagging, Creampie, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Light Biting, Underwear Stealing, Olfactophilia (Smelling Kink)

Wordcount: 2.3k

There was a soft knock at your door that woke you up from your nap. "Come in," you groaned as you rubbed your eyes.

The door opened to reveal Taehyun, hair dripping, pecs soaked, and half naked with a towel around his waist. "Hey, y/n, I'm gonna head out soon. Did you want me to get you anything?"

You tried to look at him, but there was nowhere that was respectful. His muscular arms, beautiful chest, and happy trail led downward toward the towel where you could make out a bulge between the folds of fabric. "Um, I can't think of anything right now, I'll text if I think of something." Taehyun nodded as he left, pulling the door closed. You wished you'd snapped a picture to look at him again. You were rock hard already with just a quick look at him. You'd been living with Taehyun for almost a year now. You thought he was cute when you met him, but as soon as he got comfortable around you he was fine showing you how much of a man he was. Flaunting his body as he watched TV shirtless, flexing in the mirror with the bathroom door open, what killed you most of all was when he would touch you. When he touched you, he was so gentle like he was scared to hurt you.

You were snapped out of your daydreaming as Taehyun's voice was at your door again. "I'm gonna go to the gym, I'll be back later. Don't forget about your clothes in the dryer, I want to wash my clothes when I get back." You heard the front door open and close behind Taehyun, leaving you alone in your shared space.

Sitting in your room, lying on the bed, you groaned as you rolled off the bed and shuffled into the laundry room. It was better to get it out of the way now. The room was warm from the dryer, which finished its cycle. You placed your basket at the mouth of the dryer and opened it, letting the warm bundle fall. After emptying the dryer, shifting the ones in the washer into the dryer, and bringing your dry clothes into your room, you spilled your basket onto your bed to start folding and hanging them up. While sorting, you noticed a pair of underwear and a muscle shirt. all of which weren't yours. They must be Taehyun's, somehow getting mixed in with your clothes. You picked them up to take them to his room, catching a whiff of his scent.

It smelled light, clean, and maybe a hint of lavender. Taehyun's detergent that he liked... You looked at the clothes in your hand again, and the urge to bring them closer to your face took over. Your nose met the fabric as you breathed in, smelling your roommate's scent. You're not a bad person. Your roommate, Taehyun, must've forgotten to take his stuff out and you mixed his clothes with yours. He was out at the gym for at least another two hours. Why did that matter? You threw the clothes onto the bed but instantly wanted to smell them again. It would be okay. Just one more, then put the clothes back. He wouldn't even know... You steeled yourself as you lay on your bed, holding his clothes to your face as you breathed Taehyun. Your cock was harder than before, probably leaking at this point, thinking about Taehyun. Thinking about if Taehyun were in your arms, holding you.

Your body moved on its own, sliding your pants down enough for your cock to slip free. Slowly, stroking yourself as you sniffed your roommate's clothes. You felt filthy, gross, and ashamed. It was amazing, tingly, and so good. You wrapped Taehyun's shirt around your hand as you jerk yourself off with it, and smelled his underwear.

His smell was intoxicating. You needed more...

You hid his clothes in your drawer, folded neatly under your clothes. Then you crept into Taehyun's room, opening his closet and digging into his dirty clothes. These clothes were better, and the smell was heavier. His sweat–a heavy musk stuck to his clothes, the strongest on his gym clothes. You stole the clothes, ran back to your room, and closed your door behind you. The material of his shirt was so soft, and the smell of his used underwear made your eyes roll. You fisted your cock so fast it burned slightly, but it was all so amazing! It was so amazing that you couldn't hear the front door. Or footsteps. Or a soft knock at your door before it softly opened.

Taehyun walked in to see you cumming all over yourself; his shirt around your cock, his underwear shoved into your face, and your blissed-out expression that turned to fear as you noticed him.

"Tae–" You scrambled to cover yourself, throwing his clothes behind you. "It's not what you think. I–It was just..." You gave up trying to explain as you felt the reality of the situation on you. Taehyun's expression was a mix of surprise and blankness. You couldn't tell what he was thinking but knew it wouldn't be good.

"...I," Taehyun started but shut his mouth. He turned, closed your door, and felt you sitting in your guilt.

You threw back on your clothes and ran to his room, knocking rapidly. "Taehyun, please, let's talk about this." The door opened, and Taehyun stood in the doorway with the same expression.

"What's there to talk about?"

"I want to try and talk about what you saw."

"I know what I saw. You know what you did. Let's leave it." He tried to close the door, but you pushed your way into his room. "Y/n, don't do this," Taehyun warned.

"Just let me speak! Please," Your voice wavered. Taehyun didn't want to hear you as he tried to push you back toward the door. "Tae–" You pushed against him, taking the both of you to the floor with you on top of him. The two of you wrestled for control. You don't even know what you'd do when you got him to hold still, but he had to listen. You couldn't let it sit. You managed to lift a leg around him and flip him under you, pinning his arms to the sides of his head as you sat on his lap.

"Is this what you want!?" He shouted.

You flinched. "No! I made a huge mistake, and I'm sorry! I regret doing that, I wasn't thinking straight." Your hands tightened around his wrists as he resisted you.

"That doesn't mean you didn't enjoy it, right?"

You lowered your head as he stared at you. "I did enjoy it... It smelled really good, but I know I shouldn't have done it.

"Smelled good?" His voice was full of disgust. "You wanted to smell me?"

"It was an accident at first. Our clothes got mixed up, I ended up smelling them, and it spiraled from there."

Taehyun managed to twist his leg to push you off him. He grabbed you by the hair and forced you into his armpit. "This is what you wanted?"

You instantly smelled his armpit, the smell had deodorant with an undertone of sweat. Your cock was already getting hard again, even when you tried to hold it in. "Taehyun, what are you doing!?"

"Giving you what you wanted. Since you were okay enough smelling my clothes, I'm sure you don't mind getting the smell from the source." Taehyun pushed you more, making his pit touch your nose, giving you no choice but to breathe him in. "Look at you, you're not even trying to fight back. You're hard as a rock. Sure, look sorry to me." Your tongue darted out and licked his armpit, this chemical taste of deodorant coating your tongue. The taste was horrible, but the feeling of having licked his skin made yours jump. Taehyun pushed you away from him, wiping the wetness on his underarms. "You licked me!? You're such a weirdo!"

"I–" You tried to find the words to make things less bad, but there weren't any. "I am a weirdo. I'm a freak. I'm a loser that loves your body, Taehyun." Your face burned as you spoke, "I know we can't go the way things were, so do whatever you need to. Tell me what I need to do to make things even. I'll stay out of your way, stop talking to you, even move out if you want." You were on your knees, looking up at him as you begged for a second chance.

Taehyun looked down at you with an exasperated look. "You want to be even. Fine." He started untying the drawstring on his sweatpants, pushing them down to reveal he'd been commando. His cock was hard, pointing at you angrily. "Make it even. Take care of me. Wherever I am, whenever I want." You couldn't believe your eyes or ears. Taehyun's cock was out in front of you, and you were being told to suck it? Your hesitation made Taehyun impatient as he stepped forward and pulled your hair, making you yelp. "Yes, or no? If you say Yes, we can find a way past this. No, means you can move the hell out."

You nodded quickly. "Y-Yes! I pick yes!"

Taehyun's face had a tint of pink in his tan cheeks as he looked down at you, his cock covering some of your face in the most disgustingly sexy way. "Then, start working," He commanded. You wrapped your hands around his cock, making Taehyun hiss as you stroked him. "M-More," His voice wasn't as stern, more embarrassed. He wrapped his hand around yours, moving you the way he wanted it as he looked around. He tried looking down at you, but every time he saw you looking at him–which made him too embarrassed to hold your gaze. When you started getting the strokes on your own, his hands moved to your shoulders as he held you for balance. "It's good, really good. I want your mouth too." Your mouth watered at the thought, your brain already buzzing into a cock-drunk haze. You wrapped your lips around his cock, tongue eager to explore him. His smell was strongest here, which only made you work harder. His tip was extremely sensitive, every time you sucked on it Taehyun would lose it. "No fucking teasing. Go deeper already," He commanded through gritted teeth. You were so focused that you couldn't hear him, attacking his sensitive spot as his whole body twitched and convulsed. You felt his hand clamp down on your head and force you to take him completely, making you choke. Taehyun didn't let you go, holding you there as he tried to calm down from your sudden attack. He only let you go when you tapped his thigh rapidly.

You ripped yourself off his length, coughing. "You choked me!"

"You weren't listening. If you don't listen, then you'll get punished more. So try using your head–not that it's good for anything other than being a dirty freak anyway." Taehyun pushed you onto your back, yanking at your pants until he managed to tear them away from your body. "Flip the hell over," He ordered as you heard him stroking his cock. You flipped onto your stomach, waiting for what you knew was coming next. "C-Can–Is this okay?" Taehyun's voice was back to his sweet and softer side.

You looked back to see the earlier irritation fading, he looked genuine in his question. Even when hate-fucking you, he still cared enough about you. You nodded, "I want this. And I already said I'd do this to make us even."

Taehyun smirked as he lined himself up at your hole. "Then, I don't want to hear any crying later." He pushed into you, forcing your unprepared walls apart painfully. Taehyun was kind and patient with you, waiting for you to signal it was okay to continue. When you moved your hips back into him, arching your back, Taehyun got your signal. He held himself over you as if he were doing push-ups and moved his hips forward, slamming into you. Your eyes rolled back at the sudden rush of sensation, and Taehyun didn't stop or slow down as he went to town on your body. He fucked you hard. The sound of skin slapping and your moaning sounded through the apartment. You could feel Taehyun's sweat dripping onto your back as he kept up his impossible speed. It must've been his unused stamina from skipping the gym because Taehyun fucked you like that for almost fifteen minutes without finishing.

You were crying, having finished twice already. "Please, Tae. No more..."

"Not yet, we're done when I say so," Taehyun said between breaths. His pace that he'd kept up started to slip, his rhythm was messy and his thrust focused more on power rather than speed. He was reaching his end... You bit your hand as Taehyun slammed into you, and he finally hit his first orgasm with a loud groan. "That's it, freaky boy, here's what you've been waiting on." There was so much cum, you could feel it overflowing out of your whole while Taehyun's cock filled any empty space with more. He collapsed on top of you, putting his cock as deep as possible inside you as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

Your body was stiff, your back hurt, and your ass was definitely going to feel that for a few days. "So, we're even now?"

Taehyun chuckled. "Not by a long shot. I'll take it easy on you today, but maybe you'll be my new cardio workout for a while." You groaned at the thought as Taehyun kissed your neck comfortingly...

[mindmelter]

Wrong Day To Wear This Shirt

It was a perfect day for hunting. Not in the traditional sense, of course—I wasn’t out in the woods with a rifle. My rifle was my mind control powers, and my prey was hot straight men.

My prey was walking right towards his parked truck in front of his suburban house. He was wearing those stupid sunglasses, and his muscles bulged out of a tight black tank top that read: "DON’T BE A PUSSY."

I rolled my eyes. Nothing irritated me more than performative masculinity. As if wearing a tank top with aggressive font and an obnoxious slogan somehow made him more of a man.

He couldn't have chosen a worse day to wear this shirt, maybe if he didn't, I would have let him go on with his day.

I walked towards him, giving him my most charming smirk as he strutted past. He barely glanced at me. Typical. But that was okay—I didn’t need his attention to make him mine. With a simple thought, I sent a little mind-scrambling pulse his way.

He stopped mid-step. I strolled up to him, slowly sliding a hand over his broad shoulder. “Hey, big guy,” I murmured. “Feeling a little different?”

His brow furrowed, lips parting as if he wanted to argue—but all that came out was a needy whimper.

That’s right. My power didn’t just control minds; it reshaped desires. His confidence was cracking, his once-cocky posture softening. His sharp, square jaw slackened, eyes glazing over behind his shades.

I traced a finger down his muscular chest, feeling his trembling body. I could sense his despair, his fear of not knowing why he was letting a stranger caress him.

“What was that your shirt said? ‘Don’t be a pussy?’” I chuckled. “Too bad. Because you, my friend, are about to become the biggest one.”

He gasped, blinking rapidly, his resistance melting away. The shift was happening fast—I could feel his mind rewiring, turning him into exactly what I wanted. His poor mind was already broken within the first mind pulse I sent his way, but there was still much more to break.

I leaned in, whispering against his ear, “Say it. Say what you are.”

He shuddered again, cheeks burning red, his once-deep voice coming out softer, breathier. “I’m… a pussy boy.”

I grabbed his bulge and squeezed it hard, "Yes you are. Now lift your tank top and let me see your body."

"Yes sir..." He whimpered as he lifted his tank top until his big muscular pecs were exposed. He had a perfect fit body, big pecs and hard abs. I played with his nipples a little, and even twisted one of them. He let out a pathetic whimper, but he didn't do anything to stop me, in fact, his cock throbbed harder.

"Uh uh don't be a pussy, remember? Take the pain like a man," He looked so stupid that I couldn't help but chuckle at his face.

I then glanced around. There was no one but us on the street, it was a very quiet neighborhood. Perfect.

I opened the door of his parked truck and sat on the edge of the seat, legs resting outside. I pulled my zipper down, freeing my hard cock. He looked at it with shock on his face, probably his first time seeing another man's hard cock in person.

“Get on your knees and suck, pussy boy,” I commanded.

He obeyed instantly, pupils blown wide with lust, body moving purely on instinct. He was mine now, and he’d do anything I told him to. He took my cock into his mouth and sucked. He was very bad at it, so I had to send some small mind pulses with blowjob techniques to his straight brain. And in seconds, he was sucking my cock like an experienced slut.

An old man appeared on the other side of the street while walking his dog. He looked shocked to see his neighbor sucking another man in public. A quick mind pulse his way, and he forgot what he saw.

I grabbed the hunk's head and started to face fuck him until I was near the edge. I quickly pushed him away and ordered him to take off his jeans and underwear, and soon the man was standing naked from the waist down, wearing only his stupid tank top, dumb shades, and cap.

His dick was hard and leaking, he was probably 7 inches. He stood in front of me and I playfully slapped his cock and watched it bounce. He was hard since the first mind pulse.

I then grabbed his balls and pulled on them roughly. With another mind pulse, I had him lying on the back seat of his trunk, his ass sticking out and legs hanging outside the car, just waiting to be used.

"Tell me what you need," I asked him as I caressed his ass, sending one last mind pulse to his fucked brain. His body immediately tensed, his sweaty muscles flexed and his throbbing cock was leaking all over the seat.

He was so aroused that he could barely form words, but he still tried to say what he needed more than anything in his life, "I-I need... to have my ass turned into a pussy, sir!!" He said... or at least tried to say. I didn't have to understand him, because I was the one who put those words in his mind.

I grinned and decided to put him out of his misery and give this poor man what he needed so desperately.

I roughly gripped his hips and fucked his tight ass. He let out a broken moan, his muscular body trembling as he sank down, his tight hole squeezing around me. I groaned, feeling just how snug he was, how his once-untouched body was now molded for my pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned, thrusting up into him, watching the way his muscles tensed, his lips parted in desperate, mindless pleasure. “You feel that? That’s what you were made for.” I made sure to print this sentence in his brain.

“F-Fuck, yes… I love it,” he gasped.

I grinned, running my fingers on his ass. “Of course you do. You were never meant to be some tough straight man. You were made to be a pussy boy. To be used by real men like me."

His eyes fluttered, my words digging deep into his broken mind, rewriting everything he thought he knew about himself. Pussies didn't arouse him anymore because he was now one himself.

“Say it,” I whispered, leaning down to grab his cock.

“I… I was made for this,” he panted, voice desperate. “To be used… by real men like you!”

“Good boy,” I praised, jerking his cock while I slammed mine into him harder. His moans grew higher, more broken, lost in the pleasure of his new reality. There is nothing I love more than breaking the minds of arrogant straight men like him. I knew that once I was done, he would live only for cock.

With another mind pulse, he came first, his entire body shaking as I filled him up, claiming him completely. His head lolled back, his breath ragged, his body still trembling as he lay there, spent and ruined. I smirked and pulled away, watching my cum drip from his used hole.

"Where were you going before I approached you?" I asked out of curiosity, as I pushed a finger inside him.

"I was going to pick up my kids from school," He answered in a mindless tone.

So he's a dad... I thought. I wouldn't want to destroy a family by turning him into a depraved cock hungry slut, the old me would do this, but not anymore. I sighed. “Looks like you learned your lesson."

A car passed by us and I quickly sent a mind pulse toward the car, making the woman driving forget what she saw.

It was time to give him his last set of commands. I wasn't going to completely let him go unchanged, no, his mind was already too far broken. I was going to give him a double life. So I sent the last telepathic command.

"Listen closely. On the surface, you will continue living as the confident, straight alpha man you’ve always acted. But every time you put on this tank top, your true self will take over your mind. Only when you're wearing this tank top will you know that you’re nothing more than a needy, insatiable pussy boy who needs to be used by real men. You will grow addicted to wearing this tank top, the longer you go without wearing it, the stronger your craving will become. While you're wearing it, all you will think about will be to be a pussy."

I playfully slapped his ass, “Have fun, pussy boy,” I teased, walking away, leaving him there—fucked, leaking, and forever changed.

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Overbaked

I’m playing around with the format on these a little bit. This story has two endings, one of which is here and the other of which can be found here: FML: Underbaked

Consider this the more corruptive ending.

I’ll say up front that this one is on me. My boyfriend and I had been going steady for a while now. He was cute and smart, but after a few years he just wasn’t the kind of guy I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Things had just gotten… bland. We hardly ever went on dates, spent most weekends apart doing our own hobbies, and sex was a bit like going through the motions. I wanted a change. So, I ordered one. A new “white noise” machine. But it did a bit more than that. You just adjusted the settings and in a few nights it could grow, shrink, age, add hair, add muscle. I think I even saw a setting for a gender flip. It cost a pretty penny but I figured it would be worth it. I ran it for a while with no settings, just so he would get used to it. But, when I had a business trip that was going to take me out of town for the weekend, I figured it was a perfect time to see what it could do.

Before I left I opened the hidden panel and decided to start pretty simple. I would just program it to make him bigger. More buff, more masculine, maybe a bit more dominant. Could be a nice change to get taken care of when I got back. I dialed in the knobs, said my goodbyes, and flew off for the weekend. Meanwhile, back at home, my sweet boyfriend dozed and grew, none the wiser to his changes. And there were some changes. By the time I flew in Sunday night, a whole new man was there to greet me.

“Hey babe, you miss me?” In just a few days he had ballooned in size. His biceps were thick, easily picking me up into an embrace. His pecs were strong and juicy as I held onto them while gazing in his eyes. His kiss was strong and assertive, as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and smelled like fresh cut sandalwood. And his cock was girthy, as I felt it slowly swell and press up against me. I gave in as he pushed me down to the bed and unbuttoned his jeans. My pants were on the floor in a moment as I laid back in just my jockstrap, ready to receive him.

He pulled me down to the end of the bed, and slowly massaged my puckering hole. I don’t know if the machine somehow taught him how to handle me but as he worked is fingers inside it was so easy to relax and let him stretch me out. He replaced his fingers. I felt his cock, firm and throbbing, as it slid into me. I squeezed as I adjusted to his new size. I felt so full, but it just kept sliding in. As he began to hit my prostate a surprising moan escaped my lips.

“That’s right babe, open up for me.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss. His beard was soft, his lips pillowy. I felt every motion of his body, every little adjustment sent a throbbing through my body. “You’re so cute like this. You ready for daddy’s cock?”

I could only let out an anticipatory whimper as he slowly began thrusting. With one hand he caressed my torso, the other he held my shoulders in place. I was anchored down as he picked up steam. Soon both hands were on my shoulders as he put his weight behind the thrusts. I tried to tell him to slow down, but something about how assertive and confident he was kept the words from my lips. And then it hardly mattered, as he found my prostate and my mind dissolved. He was destroying my ass as all I could do was try not to drool all over myself. All thought was consumed by pleasure as his balls slapped heavy against my ass.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Your ass is so tight. Fuck it feels amazing.”

“Huuuhnuh…ahhh…uhhhhhh…fuck…meeeeee”

I could feel it coming. I tried to ride the waves of ecstasy but he was not letting up. Suddenly he inhaled sharply.

“God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.” he cried. He made no signs of slowing down.

“Cum…cum in-me.” I was about to burst.

He let out a deep growl as with a final thrust he plunged into me and the floodgates opened. At the same time I saw stream after stream hit his chest. We came at the same time. Panting he ran his finger down his chest and popped a thick glob in his mouth

“Yeah, you even taste delicious.”

This time I pulled him to me, kissing his beautiful face as he slowly pulled himself out of me with a wet pop.

And that should have been it. It should have stayed that way. It was supposed to be amazing. But, somehow, life always gets complicated.

It started with work. Maybe it was a side effect. With how he carried himself, he couldn’t help but turn heads when he entered a room. He would talk about how well respected he was, how all of a sudden people gave a shit when he said something. I guess it came with the territory. But that respect turned into a promotion, and that promotion had him working later and later hours. Plus, with his new body, he had to maintain it. He spent at least two hours at the gym, lifting and running and stretching. He would come home smelling musky, and I would basically be waiting in the bedroom to suck on his sweaty cock. Those nights were some of the best. But then he made friends, gym bros to hang out with, and he would get home well into the night, too tired to do much but watch TV before passing out. Then, my work project turned south at the end of the year. Our client was furious and I had to fly out almost every other weekend to some meeting to plead for time or try to get the project back on track. It felt like we just kept missing each other.

“I know it’s been hard to manage time but can we please have this weekend,” he begged one Thursday night, “I miss you. I miss us.”

I sighed, “I can’t. We just have to make it to the spring when we launch and it should be good. But until then I have to keep up with these clients.”

“I know, I know but can’t they send someone else?” He came in close and began to stroke my hair, “I need my good little boy here.”

I flushed and turned away, “You know I’ve been working for years to close this project out. I can’t just leave it when we are this close to the finish line.”

He looked hurt, “So instead you’re just leaving me behind?”

I snapped my head back to his, “You’re one to talk. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. One promotion and suddenly you want to lecture me on my career? Plus all the time you spend with your gym buds. Enjoying the sauna together?” The moment I said it I knew I crossed the line

“…I’m going to bed.” He slammed the bedroom door behind him.

“BABE! No, that’s not what I meant. Please-” I jiggled the locked handle. No response. Dejected, I turned towards the couch, collecting what throw pillows and little blankets I could.

I tossed and turned all night, yet when I woke up he had already slipped out without a word. I wandered back to the bedroom and tried to find solace in the shower. Warm water ran down my back as mulled over the prior evening. When did things get so tough? It felt like just yesterday we were just some freshly graduated kids, now we hardly saw our friends or each other, just crunched all day at the office. Things back then were so… simple. That’s it! I shut off the water and quickly dried off. In the bedroom sat the machine. We had kept using it just for the white noise. Worked like a charm, who knew? It may have been what caused all this, but maybe it held a solution. There was the knob I was looking for: simple. I took it and cranked it up. I needed change and I really needed it quick. Two nights would perfect. If it was anything like last time, by the time I am back Sunday night this could all be solved. I threw a bag together for my trip and went off to the airport. Today I would give him space, and by tomorrow I had a hunch the problem would practically solve itself…

I woke up the next day, groggy from the flight and meetings yesterday. I was not looking forward to another full day today. Just then, my phone buzzed next to me. A text came through from my boyfriend:

got a long day ahead babe. miss u 😘

He looked so… care free. There wasn’t a bag under his eyes. And he never just texted to say he missed me. He never seemed to have time. Seeing him with his arm frown back and that stupid little smirk got me going more than I expected it to. I texted back:

I miss you too. I hope you aren’t too bogged down with meetings today. Love ❤️

He responded: no meeting’s, boss had a safety talk last week. just work

Safety talk? Whatever, I’m sure he would be fine. Probably one of those cyber security talks from the 2000’s. Either way, I couldn’t dwell on it too long. Had to get ready for this team meeting.

The weekend was a blur. Meeting, crunch, eat repeat for two days straight. I hardly had time for myself, much less checking in on my boyfriend’s progress. But he seemed to be coming along nicely, and I could surmise a bit. His stressful job in engineering had been replaced with construction site manager, then just a regular blue-collar worker. His texts had become more casual, and when I talked with him for a few minutes Sunday morning he was kicking back with some friends having a beer. He even took a nap Sunday afternoon, speeding him along maybe a little further than I would have liked. He sent me this text when he woke up as I was on my way to the airport:

Mmm, I miss u, gonna need ass when ur back

The next text was just a picture of his rigid cock. I chuckled a bit. I definitely had gone a bit too far but we could adjust that later.

I miss you too babe. You should probably get up. I’ll be home in a few hours and you can have me then 😉

Little did I know.

I hopped out of my cab and began working through airport security. I made it to my gate with plenty of time to spare. While I had made it to the gate, the plane, evidently had not. Winds and snow out of the northwest had delayed it. It was supposed to be an hour delay. But as one became two, the storm system had moved south.

Passengers of flight AM267, we regret to inform you that your flight has been delayed. With the current storm system, we are not projecting to be able to leave till tomorrow at 8:47am. On behalf-

I tuned out as my mind began to race. Tomorrow? That would throw off my whole work week! And the product launch would have to be delayed even further if I’m not there…

I began crunching the numbers on how far back this would set us as I hopped on a shuttle to the nearest hotel. With the sudden influx, it took a few hours before I was checked into my economy room next to the elevator. I had made the necessary calls to my team letting them know about the situation and… oh shit. I didn’t even call my boyfriend! He’s probably still waiting up for me. Quickly I fired off a text letting him know what was up. The day had been exhausting, I wouldn’t be up for much tonight anyways. I didn’t even change out of my jeans as I passed out on my bed.

The next morning the storm had passed, so it was back to the airport to catch my flight. We were luckier than most, I figured it would take them at last 2 days to be fully back on schedule. Still, everything had been thrown out of sync with the delay. It was almost 2:30 by the time I was sliding my key into the front door. I walked upstairs to throw my luggage in the bedroom when I stopped outside the door. Inside, I could hear a faint crackle, like the fray of a radio. Just the sound gave me a headache, and I felt an itch in my teeth. And then it clicked, and my stomach dropped. I threw open the door and immediately turned off the machine that had been running all day. A faint breathing was behind me. I turned and my eyes went wide.

There he was, still laid back on the bed, hat on his head, wide awake. The thousand yard stare said it all. He had been listening all night and all day.

I tried to shake him awake to no avail. He was lost in whatever fog had dulled his brain.

“Need… ass… need fuck…” he mumbled. Drool started to drip out his mouth.

I turned back the machine and pried off the back panel. I began urgently analyzing switches and knobs, trying to determine which would reverse the changes. Even just a way to turn the damn thing off. It just kept buzzing and buzzing and buzzing… I felt a tight grip around my waist.

“Come babe, you want cock?”

My boyfriend had come out of his stupor, but not much. His cross-eyed stare had set itself on my body. His paws were rested firmly on my hips as he drug me closer to him.

“Let me go, I need to figure this out”

“No,” he slurred, “I need you.” He leaned in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted salty and sour. His beard was far more unkept and rough. He smelled virile this close, musky and horny. “You like simple,” he said. No, not said. Commanded. All that daddy energy he brought before was somehow put behind those words, and for a moment I felt submissive to him. And he only needed that moment. “Come.” He lifted his arm and stared into my eyes. A wave of stench rolled down and hit my senses with a crash.

His gaze, the smell, and the buzzing in my ears. It was all too much as I was drawn towards his pit. I resisted for a moment, giving a hesitant whiff under his gaze. He made no movement. He didn’t have to. I was soon buried in his pit as I huffed his stupefying scent. In the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t right, that I was supposed to be fighting back. But a different whisper entered my mind:

Didn’t I want this? Wasn’t this my choice? Who was it that wanted it to all be so simple?

He pulled me out for a moment to slip my shirt off before I dove back in. At this point I was practically drooling, and I began cleaning him with my tongue. He stroked my chest and back, squeezing my pecs. They felt soft beneath his firm grasp. He soon switched me to the other side and muttered to me:

“Good boy. So horny.”

I was. I was so horny. The more I licked the more my crotch throbbed. My cock was rigid at attention as he pulled me out of his pits.

He’s so hot. Need him. Need cock.

No, no my brain tried to scream, but it sounded distant. A thick fog was between me and my thoughts. Maybe it should stay that way…

My boyfriend stood up and I fell to the floor. Slowly, he began pulling off his jeans.

I instinctively turned over to receive his cock. My ass was already slick, wet in expectation. Even having sex was so simple. As he pressed his cock against my hole it slid in like a key in a lock. It just felt right. And as he gripped my shoulders and began to fuck me, each thrust felt like a thought was popped in my head. He growled a deep, primal growl as the last thoughts I ever had washed away in the waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My brain felt like the static from the machine. The only thing I had left was instinct. And instinct was telling me to ride the man behind me.

“Fu-uck- m-me- up- da-ah-ddy”

He only grunted as he increased the pace. It felt like hours as the ebbs and flows of our libidos managed to keep us both on edge, so close but never finishing. Till finally, I couldn’t take it any more. I could only manage a moan as I came all over the bedsheets.

“Fuck that’s so hot.” he said, and with one final thrust filled my guts with his dumb cum. Hehe. Cum. As he slid out I couldn’t handle any more. I passed out face down ass up on the bed.

The next morning I was horny again. And then by lunch. And then by bed time. Days blended together as we fucked, ate, worked out, and slept together. The machine next to our bed never got turned off. Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do with it? Eh, it was too complex. Best to leave it alone as I had my brain fucked out for the third time today. I don’t know how we got by. We never moved out of our house. We always got food with no problems. Anyone who came by would just do whatever we asked. The few times anyone came inside they quickly learned that it was a lot easier to simply give in. If they resisted, babe would simply take them back to the bedroom until they changed their minds. They would come out all smiles, agreeable to whatever we needed. It was as simple as that.

[michverdun]

"You don't have to stand on the other side of the room." He said, flexing his biceps a little bit harder.

"I know! I know! I'm just..." I trailed off, taking another shaky step towards him. My eyes tried to take all of him in, as I was wholly unable to comprehend him. He was just so fucking big. He filled the room with his presence just like he filled his frame with pure mass: it didn't feel like there was room for anything else.

"Nervous?" He said. I jumped as I realized how I was just staring in silence.

"No--... Maybe." I forced my legs to move, trying to prove I could handle this. I paid for this, I couldn't just stick to the wall and drool over him.

I walked over to him, fighting my legs the entire time. Only to realize that he was much taller than me, as I looked straight ahead into his pecs. I glanced up to see a slight smirk on his face, only barely visible due to his massive chest. I was right where I wanted to be.

I reached out with both of my hands and gingerly touched the massive chest in front of me. My hands felt dwarfed by the gloves of meat, accentuating their size even more. Even when he was flexing his arms, his pecs still jutted out in front of him, a complete refusal in becoming small and a rejection in any sort of normal body.

They felt warm under my finger tips, and so soft. I could even feel stubble, as he had apparently shaved recently. I traced the pecs with my fingertips, until I brushed his left nipple and saw him shudder. I heard him laugh a little after that.

"What?" I asked

"You're so gentle with me. These muscle's aren't fragile, you know." He flexed his pecs to accentuate his point, the giant muscles becoming hard in a second. I pressed with my finger as hard as I could, and it didn't even make a dent.

I spent more time feeling his muscles, trying to stifle my moans as I feel his mountain of a man. I just couldn't shake this feeling of embarrassment.

"You need some help?" He asked.

"You know what? Sure." I said , taking my hands off of him for a second

He brought his arm up, and with a grunt of exertion brought his hand behind my head. I felt my dick throb just by hearing him have to exert so much force just to do a normal action, his muscles causing so much resistance, but he then shoved my head right into my pecs.

I immediately felt the heat and got a whiff of his musk, my dick somehow throbbing even harder from it. I felt the massive mounds of muscle surround my head.

"That feel good?" He said. I could barely hear his voice with his pecs muffling the sound. I moaned in response.

"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up."

In response I felt around with my hands until I brushed his nipples again. this time he let out a moan, which I felt reverberated through his pecs. I also felt his massive cock harden, pushing right up against mine. I pulled myself out of the crevice, sweaty and panting.

"How much time do I have left?" I asked.

He looked around for a second, or as much as he could with his muscles getting in the way, before looking back down at me and smiling.

"You know what? You can have me for the whole night." He flexed his bicep, the peak reaching so high that it almost hit his fits. "But make sure you're not wasting this time, okay?"

I didn't waste a second.

[octuscle]

Hey, support! So I’m Gus and there’s this really handsome muscle daddy at this marine research center I work at and I want to get him to notice me. He’s really into beefy, well-dressed himbos with nice facial hair and big pecs. Could you help me out please? I don’t want to be too dumb cuz I really want to keep this job, but you can change me however else within what would be his type.

Chronivac is currently experiencing a few technical problems. But I've heard about this tanning salon. “Magic sunbed”. Ask for sunbed 2. 20 minutes should be enough. Definitely no more. Otherwise I can't guarantee anything.

Bekim has had a shit day so far. The turnover isn't right, his boss has given him a telling off. You're only the second customer. He greets you like an old friend. Couch 2 is free. Special offer for today only and for new customers: 30 minutes for a surcharge of just 10 percent and the special lotion at half price. Bekim explains that 20 minutes is basically useless. The skin only tans after 20 minutes. A lot helps a lot, you think. You've never been to a tanning salon before. The staff will know what they're doing.

You go into cabin 2, strip off and rub yourself with lotion. The lotion stinks. You look for an expiration date. Obviously still good for over a year. Then the smell of musk, sweat and sperm must be… Should you leave your underpants on now? Or take them off? To be on the safe side, you undress completely and lie down on the couch. You look for a switch to start the process. You are struck by lightning. It gets light, it gets warm. You close your eyes and try to sleep.

Sleep is out of the question. It's so hot. You're lying in a puddle of sweat. And the stench of the lotion is getting worse. So more intense… You don't actually find it bad any more. More like… Exciting. Your cock is getting hard. You start to wank. Your colleague from the lab in front of you. You can literally feel him running his fingers through your beard and pulling down your dungarees to suck your nipples on your monstrous pecs… Wait a minute! Dungarees? No, lab coat. Right? Never mind, your cock is almost bumping into the top shell of the tanning bed. Your balls are bursting. And then you shoot a geyser out of your cock. A fountain forms three or four times. And soon you're lying in a puddle of sweat and cum. Shit, you could have saved yourself the lotion…

The tanning process ends as abruptly as it started. Cold and dark. The upper bowl slowly rises. Shit, there's only the towel, which is far too small as always. But where are your things? “Yo, Bekim, where the heck are my clothes at?” you shout. Bekim knocks and brings you your dungarees, jockstrap, socks and work boots. The submissive pig couldn't resist wearing your clothes. You noticed he had a crush on you months ago when he started working here. You were one of his first customers. And then you became a regular customer. Shit, he was so excited, he did everything wrong. Well, today he's one of the old hands here. And somehow a buddy of yours. As long as the clothes are neatly laid out and not full of wax, it's okay if he lives out his fetish during your tanning session. Bekim wants to suck you off as a thank you. “Next time, Buddy,” you say. You have to go back to the lab. Your pager has already beeped four times. Some damn ventilation system isn't working as it should.

Bekim is like, the top dude of all time. He's not just about making sure your tanning bed is always ready for your regular sessions. He also hooks you up with the good stuff so your biceps stay swole and your nuts stay juiced. That's how the guy at the Marine Research Center where you work likes it. He's a real muscle daddy. And he's into his dumb janitor hoe.

[byullielle]

elle-nim hear me out: clit stimulation on changbin's nipples 🙇🙇🙇

anon?!??!? you're such a genius???? anyways i hope yall enjoy because it just gets as straightforward as it does. I'm sorry if this is a bit on the unconventional side of things but it is interesting to work on.

Come a Little Close // Seo Changbin x AFAB!Reader

Yeah, I Said It by Rihanna Y/N is feeling a bit pent up, and with her current fixation on Changbin's beautiful pecs, why should she not use that to her advantage?

Tags: Smut, Changbin Tits + Nipple Piercings, Clitoral Stimulation, Nipple Fucking, Cumming Untouched (bin), Oral Sex (f receiving), Established Relationship, Bold/Confident Reader, Petnames

Disclaimer: little bit of sweat actually. MINORS DNI. NSFW Content.

You're laid across the couch, mind drifting away from the show you're watching eventually. Changbin has finally finished working out and is making his post workout protein shake. You could see him from your vantage point, right across as he shakes around the bottle in his hands.

Consequently making his pecs jiggle against his spandex gym shirt.

You could feel yourself clench a bit, a divot metaphorically forming in the pit of your stomach as your eyes seem to be entranced by your boyfriend's assets. Gulping down, you look up to see him looking at you quizzically. Ah, you're caught.

"May I help you, my baby?" he asks, a bit amused at your ogling as you press your lips together in thought.

On one hand, you knew he could be tired from gym, and on the other it's been almost two weeks since you two had sex. The office hustle was loaded the past week and he had stuff to do that rendered him stuck in the studio. Not a lot of time to two of you.

"Actually?" you raise your brow, lifting yourself off the couch as he sets the shake tumbler down, watching you curiously as you move to his direction. Crossing the center island and reaching out for his hands, you smile sweetly at him, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, "You can help me with something,"

"I'm all sweaty baby, let me take a shower," he chuckles, lifting his hand to cup your cheek, pulling you closer before placing another kiss on your lips, slotting the plush surface together perfectly as it makes a smacking sound when you detach. "Nuh-uh," you pout as he laughs, "What do you mean nuh-uh bunny, I'll be quick,"

You shake your head before pulling him into another kiss, immediately moving to press a kiss on the juncture of his jaw, pulling the turtleneck collar down and licking a stripe on his neck, the sensitive part you know he loves before tugging on the outline of his nipple piercings, earning a delicious groan from him as his hands immediately grab purchase on your hips and squeeze. "Fuck," he mutters, "Is my princess that needy? Can't wait for me to shower?"

"You're gonna get sweaty anyway bunny," you pout, hands still on his tits. "Alright alright, point taken," he sighs. And in a second, you feel yourself being hoisted off your feet, legs immediately clamping around Bin's middle as he grabs both your thighs with a proud smirk while your hands lock on his shoulder with a squeal. Lifted off, he carries you to the bedroom, lips slotted together as you could quite literally the slick pool on your panties because holy fuck why did he have to be so hot?

Your head lands against the plush pillow, Changbin towering over you with both hands by the side of your head. With a smile, you reach out and pull the back of his neck towards you. Your lips slot together, his tongue snaking in as you start to gently suck on the muscle, hands roaming around the expanse of his stocky shoulders and wide back, skin somehow still so smooth despite the residue sweat.

You gently push him away, before hooking your legs around his waist and maneuvering him so that he's laying on his back. It takes a bit of effort on your part, a cute grunt escaping you but it gets the job done. His hands find purchase on your hips, an affectionate look in his eyes definitely contrasting the boner pressed up against the swell of your ass. Without any more fanfare, you lean down and press a soft kiss against the junction of Bin's jaw and neck, before sucking on it harshly as the grip on your hips tightens, a soft and muted hiss leaving his mouth, "Shit. Bunny," he bites his lips as you traverse further down his neck, then his collarbones while your tongue laves at the soft skin.

Your hands travel around his body, squeezing his biceps and the soft, small pudge by his stomach and hips while his' run through your thighs, unabashedly letting his arm feel just how sopping wet you are for him.

Your lips get lower, and lower, until you come face to face with the pectoral muscles he's worked so hard on. He could see the smile forming on your face as you look up at him with big, doe eyes. "Binnie can I? I wanna touch 'em,"

He chuckles, lifting his hand up to caress your cheeks, "Go ham with it baby, don't be shy,"

With a pleased smile, you tug his shirt up and he assists you in slipping it off his body, the nipple piercings shining right back at you. You give his pecs a squeeze, making him groan at the touch before you impatiently hook your pinkies against the metal and give it a gentle tug, making him hiss and encase his lips between his teeth, "Fuck, that feels too good," he grunts before running his hands through your outer thighs. You give it another tug, a cheeky smile to compliment the action before he bucks his hips up a bit, red spreading more and more on his pretty cheeks.

You lean down, fingers still loosely hooked around the rings attached to the bars before giving the hardened nub a little lick. And then you press a kiss, before giving it a slight suck, making him clutch your hair by the roots, a string of curses spilling off his mouth. "Hm? You like that bun?" you ask and look up, met with a lazy smile from him before he runs his fingers off your scalp. "Fuck, I do," he sighs out in bliss before lifting your chin up, "But what about you baby? You're leaking down here," he cups your warm, clothed mound making you jut your his towards his hand.

A whimper escapes you, legs threatening to close in the sudden stimulation but he holds it open with his knees against your thighs. "Wanna try riding my nipples?" he brazenly asks, your eyes widening a bit as blood flares both up your cheeks and down your core.

"What?" you lay your hands flat on his pecs. You're not gonna lie, it sounded like a dream, Bin knew how much you loved riding shallow places because it rubbed your clit just right. "Don't be shy, I could see you thinking princess,"

He tightens the grip on your hips before cajoling you to climb up, closer to his pecs as your thighs tremble with the motions, and before you know it you're mounting his chest. "B-Bin!" you sputter out, unsure about how your weight on his chest would do. "Don't worry about me, I'll help you up," he assures and hikes himself up a bit higher, your thighs leaning against his shoulder, "Although we have to get this out of the way first," he reaches his neck up and takes your underwear garter between his teeth slipping it down using his hand.

A whimper escapes you, enthralled by the man right before you. , "Go lower my love," he chuckles, ushering your hips to cant lower. You could feel his slightly pebbled nipples against your pussy, piercing nestled comfortably atop as you shudder out. It's definitely a different experience, yet you can't seem to help but throw your head back at the sensation. You place a little bit more weight, clit to nipple as Changbin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, clearly already pussy drunk over the prospect.

You tentatively move up, slotting your folds against his nipples. It isn't hard to gain your rhythm and true to his word Changbin is supporting you a bit so that you don't crush his chest, and then you start grinding against his nipples, the bundle of nerves on your clit vibrating with every hit against the piercings, sometimes caught into the metal ring that makes you shudder with excitement.

Your juices are spilt all over his pecs, small whimpers and moans punched out of you as he starts to accompany your thrusts by placing a steady finger right on your clit, nerves jolted awake with every stroke you make against him. The juices coming from your core stick, making Bin moan with every move as he brings his finger to your folds and run over it once, immediately licking it off as you choke out quite a loud moan. "Fuck, look at you baby, so wet for me," Bin groans and lets you keep on grinding against his nipples, whimpers getting louder and bolder, "Does it feel good my princess? Am I making you feel good?" he asks, making you gasp out and take a few seconds to process the question.

"Y-Yes!" you manage to sputter out with a few expletives, "Bin! Bin!" you exclaim, funding purchase on his arm before looking down with a pleading look, "I wanna cum please, please!" you beg as he sighs with adoration and puts a stop to your ministrations, grabbing your hips and wordlessly pulling you towards his face.

Before you could even process what's going on, you could feel him lick up a stripe on your pussy, making you squeal out, a moan followed and punched out of you. You could feel your juices leak out, lapped up by Bin every time and it sends electricity down your spine, a delicious lick crawling up your spine as your back arches against him.

He pushes you further down until you're left gripping the headboard and letting him spear his tongue into you, sucking and licking at your clit like it was the last meal he'd ever have. His name spills out your lips like it's the only thing you ever know. You could feel the knot in your core tighten, moans just getting progressively louder. He grunts and groans under you, lewd and wet slurps echoing through the room.

His firm grip on you renders you immobile, but you won't have it any other way, surrendering all of your pleasure to him as you could feel the knot in your core tighten in a deliciously painful sting before it unravels itself, tremors wrecking your body as a scream gets pulled from you, long and high as you start light grinding against his tongue.

Once you've calmed down you climb off his face, seeing the slick nearly covering his entire torso, making you clench at nothing as he dazily smiles at you, "Enjoyed?"

"So much," you whine, still a bit fuzzy from the orgasm pulled from you, "But it's your-" you turn to look and see a very prominent, and very wet stain from his boxers. "You...came?" you pout, disappointed you weren't able to suck it off him, but he chuckles and wipes his chin free of your slick before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your lips. "We can go for another round baby," he whispers against your lips, "My irresistible princess,"

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Sweet Gains - Part 3

[Story Collection] | [Part 2] [●] [Part 4]

Liam tried his best to act cool and follow his regular post-workout routine while Aiden went somewhere to find clothes big enough for him. Liam wanted to take a shower, but his dick was hard inside his pants, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself by walking into the shower stalls with a hard-on visible under the towel. So, instead of heading to the showers, Liam carefully went to the lockers to sit on a bench, hoping and waiting for his dick to go soft. But the memory of Aiden’s huge body expanding made it impossible.

Liam took deep breaths, sitting on the bench with his bag on his lap to hide his crotch from the other guys who were changing after their workout. All those guys were hot in their very own way, but Liam’s mind could only think of Aiden and the magnificent ass that defied all logic. Liam couldn’t stop wondering how Aiden’s boxer briefs had survived the growth episode, but a part of him was glad they had. Aiden’s growth spurt had been so hot that Liam almost passed out, and if Aiden’s underwear had had the same fate as the rest of his clothes, Liam would’ve collapsed right there.

“Calm down; you have to act cool. Don’t freak out. Just…” Liam whispered, making sure nobody else could hear him. “Just what? What can I do? Damn! I need to get my hands on that ass,” Liam added, sighing deeply as his dick throbbed once again.

Liam looked into his bag, still hopeful that his dick would soften eventually, and found the two remaining desserts he had bought at the bakery shop. The Pec Pump Puddings looked delicious, and for a few seconds, Liam wondered if it was a good idea to give Aiden any other dessert, considering his body had already grown a lot that day. Aiden’s muscles had all grown magnificently already, and it was clear the trainer had trouble finding clothes to wear, so adding more growth sounded like a little bit too much.

However, in Liam’s mind, the images and sounds of Aiden growing out of his clothes kept playing on repeat, so instead of paying attention to his rational thoughts, Liam could only think about witnessing another growth spurt, hopefully, an even bigger and more intense one. A part of Liam wanted to give Aiden both puddings to see his impressive chest blowing up gigantically. However, looking down at his pecs, Liam remembered that he also wanted to get more muscular. His mind ran miles a second, so he ignored his surroundings.

“Hey, are you going to eat that pudding without me?” Aiden said, standing behind Liam and making him turn around. “I think I found something that will fit me, so just give me a few minutes, and we’ll eat those delicious puddings,” Aiden added, but Liam had no words to respond.

Aiden stood before Liam with only a towel around his waist and his massive, perfectly sculpted torso fully exposed. Aiden’s bulging muscles glistened under the light due to some water still traveling down the curves and valleys of his impressive upper body. Somehow, Aiden’s muscles looked even more prominent than before. Liam didn’t know if it was a visual effect due to the water and light or if Aiden had experienced another growth spurt in the shower. Aiden’s body was perfect in all aspects, and Liam’s dick got even harder under his bag.

Still entranced by Aiden’s magnificent, imposing presence, Liam’s eyes traveled down to Aiden’s lower body, and his heart skipped a beat. The towel Aiden was wearing was barely enough to encircle his massive thighs, and even from the front, it was clear his massive ass was pulling the fabric to the back part, leaving a gap between the edges of the towel at the front that gave Liam the chance to look at Aiden’s dick and full balls without obstacles. Liam’s dick was so hard that he started feeling somewhat dizzy, which he attributed to too much blood going to his crotch and leaving his brain without supply.

“I needed to take a shower to cool off, but I still feel so pumped and ready for more,” Aiden said, doing a most muscular pose that showcased his massive bulging muscles even more and made Liam gasp in surprise and awe. “But enough is enough, so I texted my boss for permission to leave early, and he accepted. I told him I was having an allergic reaction and that I was swelling. I know this is not related to allergies. But the rest is true,” Aiden said, turning around to walk to his locker, giving Liam a good view of his hugely perfect ass.

Liam couldn’t respond as his mouth stayed open in awe. He knew his arousal was too evident, but he didn’t care about anything but the perfect specimen of pure manliness standing before him. Liam’s mouth was watering—worse than when he was starving. His mind was cracking, and an animalistic desire to touch Aiden’s body obscured his thoughts. Liam had never felt so aroused before. He had always felt attracted to hot guys, but Aiden was making him feel out of his mind.

“What do you say if we go somewhere to hang out for a while? We haven’t actually met each other,” Aiden said, still facing away from Liam, as he brought up a clean pair of boxer briefs and started pulling the fabric to see if it would resist his new bulging ass. “Maybe you can show me the place where you bought all those delicious desserts?” Aiden said, letting the towel fall to the ground to try to put on his underwear.

Liam’s heart started beating faster as Aiden’s bare, massive ass stood in full glory only a few feet from him. Liam looked around and noticed that the room was empty. He forgot about everything and everybody around him because Aiden’s body had him hypnotized. Liam’s dick throbbed violently and felt ready to explode as Aiden attempted to put on his boxers, only to be stopped by the massive balls of flesh attached to his back, preventing him from pulling the underwear all the way up.

Aiden struggled for a few more seconds before he managed to get the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs to cover at least part of his massive ass. However, Aiden had a lot to handle with his new size, so he had to adjust the underwear in several spots at the front, leaving half of his ass uncovered, which drew Liam’s attention. Liam wasn’t thinking clearly; his mind was lost in Aiden’s ass, so he didn’t register when his body rose from the bench, approached Aiden from behind, and pulled the waistband of the underwear higher, making the big ass jiggle a bit.

“Wow, wow, wow! What was that?” Aiden said, turning around to face Liam with a broad, goofy smile. “We’re not that close yet... but I appreciate the help. I needed a hand,” Aiden added, softly punching Liam’s right pec.

“I’m really sorry. I thought you—I’m sorry,” Liam said, blushing and stepping backward, trying to escape from Aiden.

“Bro, it’s fine. It’s not like you haven’t seen a lot of me earlier. But I have more to show off now,” Aiden responded, chuckling and turning away from Liam again. “But next time, get me dinner before you touch my ass, deal?” Aiden said as he picked up a massive pair of dark joggers.

“Yeah, deal. Wait, do you want me to invite you to dinner? Like, on a date?” Liam said, clearly nervous.

“Dude, I’m kidding,” Aiden said, laughing out loud. “Now, calm the python on your pants down, and let me get dressed.”

Liam blushed and placed his hands in front of his crotch, trying to hide his hard-on. Liam quickly moved away from Aiden and focused on trying to find a way to cover his crotch. The room stayed silent for a while as both dealt with their own issues. The tension was evident between them, confusing Liam and making his dick hard. He was so nervous that he was sweating profusely. He needed to get away from Aiden as soon as possible.

“Man, I gotta go. I remembered I had to check my mail. So, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Liam said as he quickly took his bag and ran away.

“Your mail? Wait, what? Man, I thought you and I...” Aiden said as he struggled to put on a tank top. “I didn’t mean to scare you... Are you serious?” Aiden asked, but Liam had already left the room, only leaving the puddings on the bench. “What the fuck?”

Liam escaped the gym, using his bag to cover his crotch. He couldn’t forget about Aiden’s body, so he was conflicted about going back and hanging out with the big guy. Passing by the bakery shop on his way home didn’t help with his desire to grow Aiden’s body even more. But Liam didn’t want to get even more obsessed with his trainer’s body. Liam was already walking home with a hard-on in his pants, which was uncomfortable, so he didn’t want to make things even more complicated.

For the rest of the day, Liam tried to think about anything else, but the memory of Aiden’s body flooded his mind. Liam sat on his couch in the evening, jerking off for the fourth time that day, feeling exhausted, but his arousal didn’t go away. Liam was naked, and while one of his hands stroked his 10-inch-long dick, the other one explored his newly developed muscular body. He was impressed by his gains and wanted to get even bigger muscles. But his main desire was to grow Aidan beyond human proportions.

“Damn it! I’m going nuts with this guy, and he just let that towel fall and made me lose it. Ugh,” Liam groaned as his dick started shooting again, and the globs of cum landed on his abs. “I better change to another gym before I lose my mind. Or worse, before I start acting all creepy around him again.”

Liam groaned as he pulled a towel to clean his torso once again, feeling his dick finally soften in his hand. He felt awful about his behavior around Aiden but couldn’t help himself. Aiden was too hot to resist him, and the desserts took him to a new level of hotness. As he cleaned his bare torso, Liam thought about the puddings he left on the bench, and his mind wondered if Aiden had eaten them.

“I guess I’ll never know because I’m never going back to that gym,” Liam said, ashamed of his actions. “Or maybe I will... I don’t know!” He added, feeling confused.

Then, Liam heard someone knocking at his door and froze for a few seconds. He had never had visits before, so he didn’t know if the sound was at his door. Nobody knew his address, and he didn’t have many friends, so it was unusual to have a person knocking at his door. Since the knocking persisted, Liam quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and stood up. He wasn’t used to opening the door with nothing but a towel on, but his new impressive physique gave him the confidence to walk to the door and open it.

As soon as the door opened, Liam’s mouth fell to the ground as he saw Aiden’s smiley face looking back at him. Aiden looked hot, wearing the same outfit Liam had seen when he left the gym: the oversized joggers and tank top. However, the tank top fit him very differently from what Liam had seen. The fabric was incredibly stretched to accommodate the size of Aiden’s pecs, which had grown after Liam left. Immediately, Liam knew the big guy had eaten the puddings he had left on the bench.

“Hey, dude. I don’t want to be creepy, but I read your address on your file at the gym. I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Aiden said, absentmindedly bouncing his right pec, making Liam’s legs feel weak, and his dick got hard again. “You left all of a sudden, and I... Well, I’m checking on you, man. You left me confused and worried.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but I had to feed my dog,” Liam lied, not even remembering his previous lie.

“Dog? Didn’t you have to check your mail or something?” Aiden asked, bouncing his enormous pecs once again, causing a few ripping sounds to echo in the building’s hallway as his strained tank top fought to contain the muscle mass on Aiden’s chest.

“Yeah. I meant my dog’s mail. No, my mail’s dog. No, no, no. Oh, fuck!” Liam said, aware that he wasn’t making any sense, which caused Aiden to laugh out loud.

“I bet you don’t even have a dog. You don’t need to lie. I know why you left, and—well, I can’t blame you; I look so damn hot now, and now I know this is all your fault.” Aiden said, bringing up a bag with several boxes inside. Liam immediately recognized the logo of the Big Boy’s Bakery on the boxes. “I know what you did, and… I think this is great.” Aiden added, playfully winking at Liam and raising his arm to flex his massive bicep.

Liam stayed silent, in shock, trying to process the scene. “So... aren’t you mad? I mean, I made you grow out of your clothes, and—I’ll be honest, I wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.” Liam finally accepted and was surprised when he saw Aiden smiling back at him.

“I was counting on that,” Aiden said, stepping forward, pressing his massive pecs against Liam’s bare torso, forcing the thinner guy to step backward.

Liam smiled, realizing that his dream was coming true. He had Aiden only for himself, and without a dozen guys walking around them, Liam could finally show Aiden how much he desired him. Liam let the towel fall to the ground, revealing his big dick in full glory. Simultaneously, Aiden placed the boxes on a table and started undressing, firstly revealing his massive pecs that stuck out about 8 or 9 inches from his torso, with the most beautiful and juicy nipples Liam had ever seen.

“I bet you like what you see,” Aiden said, bouncing his pecs rhythmically as he also started pulling his pants lower.

Liam froze while his trainer undressed before him in his living room. It was more than a dream come true, so he could barely contain his excitement. Aiden looked better than any bodybuilder Liam had seen, and considering the boxes that the big guy had brought with him, he was ready to get even bigger muscles.

Once Aiden was only in his boxer briefs, he gently pushed Liam to make him fall on the couch and then sat by his side, pulling the boxes of desserts closer. Each box contained different types of desserts, all of which Liam had already seen. It seemed like Aiden had a plan, and even though Liam wasn’t sure what the plan was, he knew that whatever it was, it would be lots of fun.

Aiden grabbed Liam’s hands and slowly pulled them to his thick muscular pecs, leaving Liam on the verge of suffering a stroke. “This is all your handy work, and you’re about to continue it. I bought all these desserts but didn’t ask what they were for. The huge guys at the bakery shop told me I had to be careful, but who cares about what they say?” Aiden said, placing one of the boxes on Liam’s lap next to his hard dick. “Go on. You said you were not stopping anytime soon. Well, now you have my permission to keep going.” Aiden bounced his pecs, and the motion under Liam’s hands was so incredible that Liam’s dick released some drops of pre even though he had just cum a few minutes before.

Liam was out of his mind, so he immediately grabbed what looked like a granola bar, popping it in Aiden’s mouth without considering the possible effects of it. Aiden chewed as if his life depended on it. Right after he had swallowed, his mouth was full again with a slice of a delicious-looking vanilla cake. Aiden moaned while Liam kept feeding him dessert after dessert, not giving him time to process one flavor or sensation before the next sweet filled his mouth. Aiden knew Liam wanted to grow him huge, and the trainer was willing to allow it. Liam was almost desperate to feed Aiden as many desserts as possible.

Both guys lost track of time, and not long after Aiden’s arrival, the three boxes of desserts were empty. Aiden was catching his breath after an intense and nonstop feeding session. Liam was smiling while his hands explored the curvatures of Aiden’s bulging muscles, waiting for the effects of the desserts to kick in. Liam wasn’t rational at this point, and he only cared about seeing Aiden blow up like a muscle balloon.

“I didn’t know you were that much into me. I like this. I think I can get used to you worshiping me like this,” Aiden said, raising his arms to flex his massive biceps, which ballooned right before their eyes to bigger than Aiden’s head in a blink. “Oh fuck, yes, yes. I love how that feels,” said Aiden, as Liam’s hands massaged the huge biceps that had just grown.

“Fuck, you look fantastic. I won’t be able to go back to the gym tomorrow. I won’t be able to focus on the workout if you’re there,” Liam said, making Aiden chuckle.

“Liam, we don’t need to go back to the gym considering what these desserts can do,” Aiden said as he felt his deltoids expanding, his triceps and biceps thickening.

Liam smiled and quickly moved his body to sit on Aiden’s lap. He started massaging the magnificent pecs that hypnotically moved while Aiden kept flexing his arms. Liam could feel Aiden’s hard dick beneath him, and it felt big. Aiden’s bulge looked full, considering the bull balls Liam had seen before. While he massaged Aiden’s pecs, Liam felt the big guy’s bulge growing against his ass and taking the strained boxer briefs to their limits.

Aiden loudly moaned when the fabric of his boxers finally gave up, and his dick burst out of them, feeling harder than ever before. His balls also came out and pressed against his inner thighs, feeling ready to explode. From Liam’s position, he immediately realized Aiden’s underwear had exploded because it wasn’t able to contain the big guy’s growing dick and balls. Liam didn’t know the desserts could affect the dick size, but he felt Aiden’s dick lengthening and getting much thicker with each heartbeat.

All along, Aiden moaned, and his body expanded in all directions. His massive pecs grew, his shoulders broadened, his thighs surpassed ‘tree-trunk proportions’ in an instant, and everything continued expanding before Liam’s eyes.

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