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[sam198]

Don’t play on Grindr

Jeffrey, a 23 years old hairless small skinny gay bottom Twink with a short haircut and a tiny cock and small balls, was feeling extremely horny and in desperate need of a fuck. He had been in chastity for way too long and his body was practically aching for release. He decided to take matters into his own hands and turned to Grindr to find a fuck date for the night.

As he scrolled through the endless stream of profiles, he came across the profile of a 60 year old dom Top named Tom. Tom had a really muscular and fit body, was hairy, and had a huge cock with low hanging balls. They exchanged a few messages, sent each other nudes, and agreed to meet up later that night.

Jeffrey couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as he counted down the hours until he was supposed to meet Tom. He knew that Tom was going to have his way with him, but he couldn't help but be excited about the prospect of finally getting fucked after being so horny for so long. He sent Tom another flirty message on Grindr, telling him how much he was looking forward to their date and how he couldn't wait to feel him inside of him. Tom responded with a wink and a smirk, promising that he had big plans for his new cum dump.

As the time drew closer, Jeffrey started to get ready. He took a long, hot shower to clean himself up and make himself presentable for Tom. He then put on a pair of tight black briefs that accentuated his slim figure and left little to the imagination. Finally, he put on some cologne to make sure that Tom couldn't resist him when he arrived. With a deep breath and a nervous smile, he sat down on the edge of his bed, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

When Tom finally arrived, Jeffrey's heart skipped a beat. The older man was even more attractive in person, and his muscular frame and confident demeanor made him seem larger than life. They exchanged greetings, and Jeffrey couldn't help but notice the bulge in Tom's pants, which was only making him more aroused. As they began to make their way to Jeffrey's bedroom, Tom made a comment about how cute his short haircut was and how he'd never seen a cock that small before. Jeffrey found it funny and joked around, telling Tom that he would love to see himself being fucked and would want to swap places with him. Little did they know, their playful banter would soon lead to a strange and unexpected transformation.

As they reached the bed, Tom pushed Jeffrey down onto the mattress and began to undress him. He threw Jeffrey's shirt and pants across the room, revealing his slim, hairless body. The older man ran his calloused hands over Jeffrey's chest and abs, making the younger man shiver with anticipation. Tom chuckled and told Jeffrey that he was going to enjoy this, before kneeling between his legs.

Jeffrey felt a mixture of fear and excitement as Tom grasped his tiny cock and balls in his strong hands. The older man gave him a wicked grin and began to stroke him, slowly at first, but gradually increasing in speed and intensity. Jeffrey arched his back, moaning loudly as Tom's expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He felt so full and stretched, like he was being consumed by Tom's hands.

As Tom continued to work him, Jeffrey could feel his orgasm building inside him. He glanced down and saw Tom's huge cock, already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. The older man's grunts and moans filled the air as he began to thrust faster and harder, pushing Jeffrey's hips into the mattress. Jeffrey could feel the head of Tom's cock pushing against his entrance, and with a desperate moan, he begged him to fuck him.

Finally, Tom pulled back, positioning his cock at Jeffrey's entrance. There was a moment of exquisite pain as the head of his cock pushed past Jeffrey's tight ring of muscle, but it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and power. Tom began to thrust slowly, letting Jeffrey adjust to the size of his cock. The younger man cried out in ecstasy as he felt every inch of Tom's thick shaft stretching him wider and wider.

Their bodies began to glisten with sweat as they moved together, their rhythm becoming faster and more frenzied. Jeffrey wrapped his legs around Tom's waist, arching his back off the bed as he felt himself being claimed by the older man's cock. He could feel Tom's hot breath on his neck, his rough hands gripping his hair as he fucked him harder and harder.

As their passion reached its peak, they both let out a primal scream, their bodies tensing and convulsing as they reached orgasm together. Jeffrey felt a hot, salty liquid spurt from Tom's cock, filling him up and marking the end of their frenzied coupling. As the last spurt of cum pulsed into him, Jeffrey felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body. He looked down and saw that his hands and legs had begun to change shape, becoming larger and more muscular. At the same time, Tom's body started to shrink, his muscles losing definition and his cock growing smaller. The transformation was happening, but it was happening slowly, and it wasn't over yet. Jeffrey pulled himself off of Tom and gazed down at his former lover, now reduced to a mere shadow of his former self.

He felt a surge of power and dominance course through his veins as he knelt beside the bed, watching Tom's terrified eyes dart back and forth between him and his new, massive cock. With a wicked grin, Jeffrey reached down and unfastened the chastity belt that had been restraining his cock for so long. He pulled the metal device off, revealing his now-massive erection to Tom.

"Now then, Tom," he purred, "you're going to do exactly what I tell you." He grabbed Tom roughly by the hair and pulled him up to standing position. "You're going to get on your knees and service this cock, understand?" Tom nodded shakily, his eyes wide with fear and submission. Jeffrey let him go and watched as the older man sank to his knees in front of him, his hands trembling as they reached out to grasp his new master's massive shaft.

Jeffrey let out a low growl as he felt Tom's lips wrap around the head of his cock, teasing him with the warmth of his mouth. He thrust forward, burying his girth deeper into Tom's throat, feeling the vibrations as Tom struggled to breathe around him. "That's it, Tom," he groaned, "take it all." And Tom did, obeying every command, every thrust of his hips and every growl from his lips.

As he fucked Tom's face, Jeffrey couldn't help but marvel at the transformation that had taken place. His body was larger and more muscular than ever before, his cock a monstrous symbol of dominance and control. And Tom, once so confident and commanding, was now reduced to a quivering mass of submission at his feet. He wondered how far he could push this, how much power he could truly wield over the older man.

Deciding to test his newfound boundaries, Jeffrey pulled his cock free from Tom's mouth and reached down, cupping his balls. With a squeeze, he felt a hot jet of cum spurt across Tom's face and onto the bed. The older man whimpered as the warm liquid splashed across his cheeks and neck, but he didn't dare move or protest. Jeffrey watched with amusement as Tom struggled to swallow the salty liquid that now coated his tongue.

"Now," he growled, "I want you to lick it up. Every last drop." Tom hesitated for only a moment, his eyes darting up to meet Jeffrey's steely gaze. Slowly, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to lap at the cum on his skin. As Tom licked and sucked at his fingers, Jeffrey felt a surge of power course through his veins. He could feel the older man's submission, his willingness to do whatever it took to please him.

Grinning, Jeffrey pushed Tom back onto the bed and straddled his hips, positioning his cock at the entrance to Tom's ass. "Are you ready for this, Tom?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Because I think you're going to like it." Tom nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Jeffrey leaned forward, his weight pressing down on Tom's chest, and slowly began to thrust into him.

The sensation was exquisite, like nothing he'd ever felt before. Tom's body was so tight, so hot around his cock, and with every thrust he felt himself growing closer to the edge. He could feel Tom's fingers digging into his shoulders, his hips bucking up to meet his movements. The sound of their skin slapping together, the wet smack of their bodies together, filled the air.

As their passion reached its peak, Jeffrey pulled out of Tom's ass and rolled the older man onto his stomach. He knelt behind him, his cock rubbing against Tom's ass, teasing him with what was to come. With a growl, he thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside Tom's body once more. The older man cried out in pleasure as he felt himself being claimed by Jeffrey's massive cock.

For what felt like an eternity, they moved together in perfect harmony. Jeffrey's thrusts were hard and powerful, driving his cock deep inside Tom's ass, while Tom arched his back off the bed, meeting each thrust with equal force. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal symphony of lust and desire.

And then, as their orgasms crashed over them like a wave, Jeffrey felt himself emptying his seed into Tom's body, filling him up and claiming him as his own. As he came, he felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body once more. Tom's body, now fully transformed, twitched beneath him as he spilled his own seed inside the older man. They lay there together, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing as they basked in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.

Jeffrey reached down and stroked Tom's newly muscular back, marveling at the feel of his own hand against the older man's skin. "I think," he murmured, "that this is going to be a very good arrangement for both of us." Tom turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of love and submission. "Yes," he agreed, "it certainly is."

[kylestfs]

The new Lifeguard

It was a beautiful but hot day in summer, and Ash had been planning on going to the beach to try and swim a little bit during his vacation in California, just to cool off and relax after his morning at the gym. While walking to the beach which was about 5 minutes away on foot, Ash couldn’t help but stare at woman butts, and breasts. He was straight after all, and he certainly didn’t like any of that “Gay shit”. He walked towards the beach in the burning sun, sweating like a beast and stinking.

Arriving, Ash was surprised to see absolutely no one on the beach when it should’ve been crowded with other tourists visiting and locals, specifically on a hot day like this one. The beach was empty except for some people sunbathing or lifeguards. Ash approached one of the lifeguards to ask why no one was swimming, it was really weird. The lifeguard looked to be in his 20s, he was definitely a twink and Ash thought to himself how he didn’t feel embarrassed to have a speedo hugging his 2-inch looking penis.

“Yo bro, why is there no one swimming?” Ash asked, which the twink lifeguard answered by “Girl haven’t you seen like.. the signs? Scientists discovered like a weird chemical in the water, no one is allowed to swim here anymore!” The twink said with a high-pitched voice. The gym addict, Ash replied by “Nah bro, I don’t care about your bullshit, I’ll swim if I want to, and you’re definitely not gonna stop me with that body of yours.” Ash removing his shirt and revealing his perfect, musky pecs and abs in front of the twink, who looked at him with puppy eyes.

Ash started to walk towards the water, completely ignoring the twink telling him not to go in.

The jock put his two, size 16 feet into the seawater. “See?! Nothin’s happenin bro.” Ash said to the Twink looking at him in the distance.

But no, there was actually something starting to happen, but Ash didn’t feel or notice it. The chemical in the water was somehow making his feet…shrink. Going from a meaty, thick and masculine to small, cute and tiny size 9 feet. His previous jock foot smell which wasn’t noticeable In the water didn’t fade away completely however, Ash’s feet would still be smelling badly of cheese even with his new transformed twink feet. It just wasn’t as powerful and intoxicating as before, even though the smell was still able to be noticed and considered foul-smelling. Ash went deeper into the water, making his legs fully emerged and fully ready to change. His legs that were muscular, athletic and strong quickly changed as he stopped just before his crotch was emerged by the sea water. His legs became less and less muscular by the second, only to become average, slim and skinny twink legs. The hair on his legs also vanished, only leaving a brown coat that was barely visible. The shrinking of his legs made his height change, he was once 6’2 but that became 5’8.

“See, don’t know why you’re being such a puss bout’ it bro!” Ash started making fun of the lifeguard Twink, thinking nothing was happening, while going deeper into the water until his entire lower body & crotch was submerged. Obviously, his crotch was first. Without a surprise, it shrunk. It went from a huge, meaty and impressive 9 inch hard to a small, ridiculous and laughable 3.9 inch hard, and even more ridiculous 1.5 inch soft. His cock was the smallest out of all the lifeguards. Ash’s balls also shrunk, becoming two small grapes resting right underneath his pickle. Surprisingly, his hard-earned muscular butt also deflated, going from being large and huge to being small but really round. His new butt now looked like two small water bubbles, perfectly round, smooth but sadly small. Something that grew was his hole, though, it became bigger and larger, ready for any type of penetration.

Ash’s lower body was now transformed and fully emerged into the water, as he kept going deeper and deeper. His stomach just flattened out, while his pillowy pecs deflated like balloons, also becoming flat with his nipples becoming small, cute and very sensitive. The lifeguard was watching him, full well knowing what was going on to the arrogant jock but having no intention of rescuing him.

Ash’s entire body was into the water now except his head, which made his arms change. They shrunk, deflated and changed until they were small, skinny but defined twigs. They still somehow kept a little bit of their muscle. The hair under his armpits faded away. Ash was now really clean smelling overall except for his feet, and his butt when he farted. Ash started to look back at the twink and admire him. Of course he was straight, but he couldn’t help but stare at his big bubble butt, wishing his was this big. He even got hard looking at him. He didn’t question it though, he was in a sort of comfortable cloud, which was actually the water.

As Ash now had the body of a 19 year old twink, his head was next.

Ash dived straight into the water, completely emerging his entire body including his head. That caused it to change, first it’s shape changed completely, becoming less round than before. As the shape changed, his hair also did. It went from a buzzcut to a fluffy and cute twink teenager haircut that would be smelling of sea on summers like this one from him being in the water or the beach all day. His facial features became more boyish and cute, but also gave him a chill, relaxed and almost dumb look. What made him look even dumber was his ears, they made him look like a dumb ape or mouse. But most people would once again find it cute. His voice became more feminine and boyish, sounding like he hadn’t even hit puberty yet, even though he was 19. The last thing that changed with his body was his skin tone, he was once white.. but he quickly adopted a cute tan earned from the long days at the beach.

His memories were now changing, as his head was still underwater. Ash started to swim, even though he wasn’t that good of a swimmer before, he was now swimming like a pro. Knowledges of knowing how to dive and swim correctly flooded his mind, while other things about his personality and memories were changing.

He'd thought he had always been a homosexual twink, that worked as a lifeguard at a local beach. He had always lived in California, he even had an apartment downtown where he lived alone. He was single but didn’t want to miss any opportunities of getting his flat butt filled. All his previous memories faded into a horrible smelling fart. The fart was so smelly that even inside the water, the eggy smell could still be slightly noticed. The fart made bubbles appear inside the water, just like a jacuzzi, Ash thought. As Ash became dumber, the bubbles emitting from his eggy fart were making him giggle. His IQ landed at 70, which is just like his penis and ass, below average.

His personality started to change, The once arrogant, rude and masculine Ash draining in another horrible smelling fart, which was way longer than the previous one. As the long fart ended, Ash became obedient, chill and extremely submissive. He was 100% a bottom, and it was showing. He was ready to go with whatever others had him do, and was never in charge for anything. He was a really chill person to be with, he was really nice and kind.

New clothes started to appear while the other ones simply faded with the fart, a lifejacket and swimming shorts that showed how small he was on both the front and the back. Ash got his two little but smelly feet out of the water and walked back onto the beach, each step he was taking in the sand resulting in a horrible smelling fart sprouting out of his butt. He greeted the other twink lifeguard and sat with him on the sand. It was just another day at work for him. B.O ; 7/10 Butt size ; 4/10 Penis size ; 1.5/10 Overall looks ; 9/10

[graffiti-library]

- Overrated - 2016 - nr.4 - 178 pages - 

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[hitzerot-prints-and-publications]

Poor Heraldix – Exotic Landscape by P. Vector Codierer

Following the ancient Latin notation graffiti names are written and read from left to right. With the upcoming execution of pieces in the early 70s writers set this common practice as standard. Within the last 50 years almost every aspect of shaping letters and designing styles pushed the boundaries of graffiti further and further. It anyway is striking to see that the vast majority of pieces still follow the tradition of horizontal painting, which might is rooted in the given format of the No.1 surface back then: NYC subway trains.

In “Poor Heraldix – Exotic Landscape” the Berlin based writer P. Vector Codierer invites us to take a closer look on the new and challenging possibilities which lay in vertical writing. On 72 pages he constructs tower-like letter buildings using the near full symmetry of the letters in the chosen name EXOT. In the drafts the letters are stacked to tall houses, whose architecture reminds of totems and three-dimensional labyrinths with elaborate ornaments. Stairs, portals, columns, windows, brickwork, roof-like elements and even crowning banners can be found as part of his constructions.

P. Vector Codierer combines a seemingly naive drawing style with avant-garde ideas of writing from top to bottom instead of left to right. The detailed black and white drawings are not sketches to prepare pieces but are artworks of their own kind. The inspirational hardcover book is limited to 300 copies and comes hand numbered and signed the the artist.

Now available at www.hitzerot.com

[carnalxfates]

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“Don’t look so—f’ckin—smug…” Hex grumbled as he had his ass handed back to him and got Arthur saving his damn ass, with that cocky smirk of his—all that came with his godly and muscly form. The Gifted. No. The gifted Gifter. He got it all going for while Theo was out here--being drained of his magic isn’t exactly the best way to start a solo career but he could only hold himself for long in a physical fight with his own learned skills. “I just need to regain my powers back and you can leave me the damn alone…” he grumbled, deliberately avoiding Arthur’s full breasts, knowing fully that the vainglorious hero would tempt him with milk because the Gifter loves it when he’s being worshiped. 

Or was it really annoying? Well, with his pretend frustration, Theo clenching his fists was a sure way to keep his own powers in check and pretend to be the beat up fool. 

[sterevakumalec]

Consummation - Clay/Silas

@toptobottom​

Clay had had a thing for Silas the minute he moved to his town on assignment. Yeah, it was weird having all that experience and trust in Tony and not turning it sexual, but they were different people. Silas? Silas was everything he wanted and more. So it wasn’t surprising when their relationship went from acquaintances to friends to boyfriends to really serious boyfriends. He loved Silas and he knew his boyfriend felt the same way. Now that Silas was sticking around permanently and their relationship felt solid, it felt like it was finally time to broach the issue that had been bothering him for a while. He got Silas alone at his boyfriend’s place one day and sat him down. “So uh...you know I love what we have here. It’s incredible and I’m still, like, super honored that you’re mine. But there’s this gigantic elephant in the room and I think it’s time we address it.” He moved closer to Silas and whispered in his ear. “I think it’s time we have sex. I think it’s time you let me pop your cherry with my massive dick. I know you probably imagined it the other way, but come on. This shouldn’t ever be put to waste bottoming.” He grabbed SIlas’ hand and placed it on his crotch, winking at him as he let his boyfriend feel his 20+ inch cock. “Am I right or am I right?”

[hotsexydorks]

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“You know the rules Dude.” Theo sat back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face. Pointing to the TV with a finger he held his beer in the hand. The score had ended in favour of Theo’s team and he wasn’t about to let a man back out of the bet. He wiggled his eyebrows in Alec’s direction the same grin on his face. “Time to pay up, what I say goes for the next 24 hours.” With out missing a beat Theo sipped from his beer. “We shook on it.” 

[strikersunindie-a]

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Daniel had been in need of release, but for some reason there hadn’t been any unclaimed omegas in the area. He had looked into it and found one Alpha laying claim to omegas and not even using them. A young pup that thought he could do whatever he wanted. Daniel put a stop to that. One jock pouch filled with days’ worth of rutting pre-cum had the ability to make any one want Daniel’s cock, especially the young ‘Alpha’ currently riding his cock. All it took was a fake profile on an app to entice him, then coming in from behind while covering nearly his entire face in the pouch long enough for David to submit.  

“That’s right, pup. Enjoy that warm up,” he said with a chuckle as David bounced. Daniel was holding himself back from thrusting, just to build up his arousal. But it was proving to be to much for the wolf, so he grabbed both of David’s arms and pulled them back so the former Alpha couldn’t touch his cock. Then Daniel began thrusting into David’s hole, knowing that it would still hurt a bit since David wasn’t producing slick. At least not yet. “Who would’ve thought such a slut would have such a tight hole,” he taunted once more as he pounded into that ass, not even letting David relax one moment to get used to its length. 

[sam198]

A day in the Spa

Tim walked into the luxurious spa, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He had never been to a place quite like this before. Roland had invited him here, his neighbor and occasional client, who had once been his youth leader when he was just a scrawny teen with a crush on the hunky firefighter. Roland was a towering figure at 196 cm, with a body that was more "big" than "muscular," carrying an extra layer of padding around his midsection. His hairless chest was surprisingly firm, and his belly, though not flat, had a certain charm to it. Tim had always found something alluring about the way his belly folded when he sat down. Roland had a gentle face, with a pair of small glasses perched on his nose that made him seem wise beyond his years. His beard was almost non-existent, but the way his upper lip curled slightly when he talked made Tim's heart flutter. Roland's cock was the stuff of legend, at least in Tim's mind. At 19*5 cm, it was a beast, and Tim had been paid well for the graphic design work he had done for Roland's side business, which often came with the added bonus of a taste of that monster.

Roland looked down at Tim with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Tim felt his cheeks warm as he took in the sight of his own body, muscular and fit from his days as a dancer. His green eyes, framed by his thick-rimmed glasses, darted around the room, taking in the opulent surroundings. His short, clean-shaven beard outlined his strong jaw, and his brown hair was styled in a way that accentuated his angular face. His cock was a respectable 19*4 cm, not as large as Roland's, but he knew how to use it to his advantage. He was versatile in the bedroom, preferring to bottom in his open relationship but enjoying taking control when it came to the random encounters outside of it. Tim felt the familiar thrill of attraction and anticipation as he thought about what this evening might hold.

"Welcome to my little sanctuary, Tim," Roland said, his deep voice resonating through the quiet space. "I think you're going to enjoy the experience." Tim nodded, trying to keep his cool. Roland's business, a thriving firefighter-themed car detailing service, had done well enough to afford him this extravagant retreat. The room was filled with the scent of burning sage and candles flickered on the shelves, casting a warm, seductive glow over the gleaming marble surfaces. The walls were lined with mirrors, reflecting every curve and bulge of their bodies as they moved. Tim felt a strange sense of vulnerability as he realized that every part of him would be on display, and that thought only served to make his cock swell slightly.

Roland stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on Tim's shoulder. "You know, I've always had a bit of a soft spot for you," he murmured, his breath hot against Tim's neck. Tim's heart skipped a beat. Was this going to be more than just a professional meeting? Roland's touch was firm but gentle, sending shivers down his spine. Tim felt his own cock begin to respond, thickening and lengthening despite his apprehension.

But as Roland began to stroke him, something strange happened. Tim's cock, felt tight.
"What's wrong, Timy?" Roland asked, his voice filled with concern. Tim looked down to find that his once proud 19 cm member had shrunken to a mere shadow of its former self. Roland's own cock, on the other hand, seemed to be growing before his eyes. It stretched out, thick and veiny, reaching out to claim what was once Tim's.

"What the fuck?" Tim managed to croak out, his eyes wide with shock and horror. Roland chuckled, a dark glint in his eye. "I told you I had a surprise for you tonight. It seems like you're going to be experiencing something new, something... enlightening." Tim felt his cock shrink even more as Roland's grew larger, filling his hand completely.

With a sudden jolt, Roland shoved Tim onto the massage table, his new, massive cock standing at full attention. "You're going to take this," Roland growled, his voice deeper, more commanding than Tim had ever heard it before. "You're going to take it all, and you're going to love it." Tim struggled, his muscular frame now feeling weak and inadequate against Roland's overwhelming size and strength.
Roland grabbed Tim's legs, pushing them apart and exposing his now tiny, wrinkled hole. "Don't worry," he said, his tone soothing despite the situation. "You're going to love being my little bottom bitch." Tim's heart raced as Roland positioned himself, the tip of his monstrous cock nudging at Tim's entrance. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as Roland pushed in, the sensation of being filled overwhelming him.

Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as Roland began to thrust, his fat cock stretching Tim's hole wider and wider. "You're so tight," Roland murmured, his strokes becoming more and more forceful. "But I'll loosen you up, don't you worry." Tim could only whimper in response, his body no longer his own as Roland claimed him, inch by glorious inch.

"Look at you," Roland said, his voice a low growl, "you're not even close to the man you were when you walked in here. You're just a little slut now, aren't you?" Tim's muscles, once so defined and strong, felt like they were melting away as Roland fucked him. His youthful good looks began to fade, his skin taking on a more weathered, used quality. His cock, once the center of his confidence, was now a pitiful little nub, all his vitality and virility seemingly transferred to Roland's monstrous member.

"You're mine now," Roland whispered, his breath hot and ragged. "My little bitch. And you're going to do everything I say." Tim nodded, unable to form words as Roland's cock pounded into him, stealing his very essence with every stroke.

But the transformation wasn't just in Tim; Roland was changing too. His body grew more muscular, his skin tightening and becoming more youthful. His cock, already massive, swelled even more, reaching lengths that seemed impossible. The veins stood out, pulsing with power as he claimed Tim's body, each inch of new growth a testament to his dominance.

Tim watched in the mirror, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. Roland's face had lost its softness, becoming more chiseled and handsome. His hair thickened and darkened, the bald spot retreating. His beard grew into a full, lush mane that framed his face, making him look like the Greek god he had always aspired to be. His eyes, once hidden behind small glasses, now gleamed with a fiery intensity that made Tim's knees tremble.

As Roland fucked him harder, Tim felt the last of his youth being drawn into that cock, leaving him a withered, hollow shell. Yet, his body responded in ways it never had before, his prostate aching for the pounding it was receiving. He realized with a start that he was enjoying this, his body betraying him as it begged for more.

The spa room filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together, of grunts and moans. Roland's handsome face twisted in pleasure, his newfound vitality making him more attractive than ever. Tim couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, his own youthful visage now replaced by the lines and sags of middle age. Yet, as Roland's cock grew even larger, filling him to the brim, Tim felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a perverse pride in serving his new master.

The power dynamics had shifted dramatically, and Tim knew he was forever changed. His body now craved this dominance, this complete surrender. He was no longer the confident top he had been, but a submissive, eager to please his new alpha.

Roland leaned in, his breath hot on Tim's neck, "You're going to be my little slut, aren't you?" Tim nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir," he replied, feeling a strange comfort in the words.

Roland grinned, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the spa. "Good boy," he murmured, his grip on Tim's legs tightening. "You're going to love this." Tim braced himself as Roland began to piston in and out of him, the pleasure building into something unbearable.

The former firefighter's cock grew even larger, filling Tim completely, stretching him to his limits. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as he gave himself over to the feeling, his body no longer his own. Roland had taken everything from him, but in that moment, all Tim could do was revel in the sensation of being used, of being filled so completely by his neighbor's now massive cock.

The pain was exquisite, the pleasure unbearable, as Roland claimed him over and over again. Tim's once-muscular body now trembled with every thrust, his strength gone, replaced by a newfound need to be taken, to be used. The spa room spun around him, the smells of oils and candles mixing with the scent of sweat and sex.

The door to the private spa suite opened, and in walked two other men from the spa, drawn by the sounds of passion and the sight of the transformation unfolding before them. They were both in their late twenties, one with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes, the other with a mop of dark hair and a smirk that spoke of his own conquests. They took in the sight of Roland, now the epitome of masculine beauty, and Tim, now a mere shadow of his former self, his cock shriveled and his ass reddened from the relentless pounding.

"Look at this pathetic excuse for a man," the blond-haired man said, pointing at Tim. "He's lost it all to that beast." The dark-haired man chuckled, stroking his own still-respectable cock as he watched Roland's thick member slide in and out of Tim's now-loose hole. "It's like he's being fucked by a horse," he commented, the humor in his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Tim felt his cheeks burn with humiliation as the men whispered and laughed about his new body, his once-proud cock now a mere memory. He was nothing but a vessel for Roland's pleasure, a living embodiment of what happens when one man's power is transferred to another. He wanted to scream, to protest, but all that came out was a series of high-pitched whimpers that only served to egg the two men on.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Roland taunted, pulling out of Tim and turning him over to face the mirror. Tim looked at his reflection, his eyes wide with shock and despair. The man looking back at him was unrecognizable, a hollowed-out version of the confident man he had been mere minutes ago. His body was now a caricature of age and weakness, his cock a sad, limp excuse for what it had been. Roland leaned in close, his newfound youthfulness and virility a stark contrast to Tim's decay. "You like what you see?"

Tim nodded, unable to find the words to express his disgust and arousal. The two men by the door had moved closer now, their cocks hardening as they watched Roland's power grow and Tim's fade away. They whispered to each other, their eyes never leaving the scene before them. Tim knew what they were thinking; he could see it in their lustful gazes. They wanted a piece of the action, to be the ones to dominate him, to feel the power of taking what wasn't theirs.

Roland leaned down, his beard brushing against Tim's ear. "You're going to be everyone's little fuck toy, aren't you?" Tim whimpered, feeling his body betray him once more as his shrunken cock began to harden slightly at the thought. "Yes, sir," he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

The blond man stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face. "Mind if we join?" he asked Roland, his hand already reaching out to stroke Tim's flabby belly. Tim felt a thrill of terror and excitement run through him. He was about to become the plaything of not one, but three men, all of them eager to use his new, inferior body for their own pleasure.

Roland chuckled, his cock still rock-hard despite having just fucked Tim senseless. "Be my guest," he said, gesturing to the massage table. "Just remember, he's mine." The two men stepped closer, their eyes hungry as they looked Tim over, already planning their next move. Tim could do nothing but lay there, his body a canvas for their desires, his soul forever bound to the man who had taken everything from him.

The blond-haired man, Adrian, took the lead, stroking Tim's flabby belly with a sense of disgust and excitement. "Look at this pathetic mess," he sneered, his voice echoing through the spa. "It's like someone took all the good stuff and left us with this... this... nothing!" His blue eyes sparkled with malice as he leaned in closer, his cock now fully erect.

The dark-haired man, Jared, couldn't resist chiming in. "I bet he used to think he was hot shit," he said with a snicker. "Now look at him. He's nothing but a walking cum dumpster." Tim's heart sank further into his chest as he felt their hands on his body, exploring his newfound weakness. The humiliation was almost too much to bear, but he found himself getting harder at the thought of being used by them.

The two newcomers looked over at Roland, who had moved to the side to watch the show, his cock still standing tall and proud. "How does it feel, knowing you're not even the biggest dick in the room anymore?" Jared taunted Tim, his fingers playing with the soft flesh of Tim's now tiny cock. Roland smirked, his grip on Tim's chin tightening as he forced their eyes to meet.

"It feels...right," Tim whispered, the truth of his new existence dawning on him. He was a mere shell of his former self, living to serve the men around him. And as much as he hated it, as much as he wished it wasn't true, there was a twisted part of him that craved it. Roland leaned in and kissed him, a possessive gesture that sent shivers down Tim's spine. "You're going to love this, baby," he whispered before releasing him to the eager hands of the other two men.

Adrian and Jared didn't waste any time, each taking a side of the massage table. Tim felt their cocks pressing against his thighs, their excitement palpable. He knew what they wanted, and as much as he hated himself for it, he wanted it too. The room grew hazy as they took turns fucking him, his body now a mere playground for their pleasure. The pain was unbearable, but so was the pleasure, a cruel mix of emotions that left Tim feeling more alive than he ever had.

As they used him, the men described his new body in detail, their words a knife twisting in his soul. "Look at those tits," one would say, squeezing his now-feminine breasts. "He's got the ass of a 50-year-old woman," another would add, slapping his now-flabby cheeks. Tim's mind reeled, trying to piece together what had happened to him, but it was no use. He was theirs now, a living doll to be played with and discarded when they were done.

Their words cut deeper than any knife, each insult a reminder of his new place in the world. But amidst the pain and the humiliation, Tim felt a strange thrill, a sense of belonging. He was no longer the top of the food chain, no longer the one in control. He was just a toy, a thing to be used and abused. And in that moment, as Adrian and Jared emptied themselves into him, he realized that this was where he truly belonged.

The men pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum and sweat. Tim's body was a mess, his dignity in tatters. Roland stepped forward, a proud look in his eyes. "Congratulations," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're officially the spa's resident slut. Welcome to your new life, Tim."

Tim looked up at Roland, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and arousal. He hated this new world, this twisted reality where his body was no longer his own. But as Roland offered him a hand to help him up, he took it, knowing that this was just the beginning. He was now the inferior superior, and he had no choice but to embrace it.

[sherivol]

Сегодня мне в лом писать, поэтому вот вам красная машина. Today I'm too lazy to write, so here's a red car for you.

[graffiti-library]

- Stop The Buff - 2012 - nr.8 - 63 pages -

- oblong 28-20.9cm - softcpver -

[erasol]

Black Lives Matter #paintroller #painting #graffiti #streetart #skull #art #artwork #character #toptobottom #beard #color#roller #bridgespot https://www.instagram.com/p/CD-BpaRp9nU/?igshid=h51lmqnpttd5

[iceicetomeetyou]

Shipper On Deck

The Aurora had turned it’s owner’s manual into an app, ostensibly a puzzle game. No one on this planet knew how to fix her so she could take her owner Starlord back into space where they belonged, but the alert that someone had successfully completed the game meant she had found someone that could learn to.

Starlord followed the directions to the new mechanic’s house and snuck in the window closest to the phone’s signal, assuming that like most people he would never get far from his phone. Starlord took a moment to let his eyes graze over the tender young body. Having him on the ship was going to be less of a chore than he thought. When the boy stirred in his sleep, Starlord decided not to waste time. He shoved a soft silver ball in the boy’s mouth, a bio-neural gag, to keep him quiet, then tossed the boy over his shoulder and climbed back out the window. No one would even know he was gone until it was too late.

[knittedkneil]

I made a thing!

[carnalxfates]

>>> || @toptobottom​

Collateral damage. In fact, the things were made to be actually disposable. That as the battle raged inside the abandoned building that Liam was supposed to be held hostage in, the villainous scientist cowered into the corner that he safeguarded to keep himself from getting any stray danger. Starman would do everything else for him—it wasn’t like the cheap humanoid robots were made for big fights, more so since they had strength in numbers. Starman needed to win and save the day in the name of Liam’s more nefarious plan, after all. If anything, it was made for realism and lure the hero to think that he was getting a good fight, all while Liam prepared his own preparations—and watched the scene unfold before his eyes, really. Starman in all of his glory, unbelievably muscular and magnificent. That as the hard body lit up by the exchanged attacks, Liam could only watch as the strong and massive arms wreaked havoc with the hero’s counter attacks, meaty thighs prepared to follow as he kicked at them and at the ground to meet them mid air with more blows that reverberated through his own body. Crotch jiggling—threatening the pouch to burst. But his breasts… how they were bare and beefy, bouncing on in action, Liam chuckled to himself and his own perversions. How did no one think of such really; Starman’s breasts… ripe for assault.

But as the silence finally came, Liam quickly went to his act; to have his own brawn cower into the corner before he offered a grunt and looked out onto the wreck, eyes honing onto the burly hero of the city as Starman’s heavy breasts practically bounced on from how he panted.

          “--------- j-jesuschrist is… is it over?”