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You have no option. You will need to submit to the power and confidence of your Muslim master

When Raymond and I had decided to pause take a break so I could reorganize my life a bit, I had thought that him moving in with his coworker Yusuf was a smart play. My lovable white twink of a partner had nothing in common with the brutish Arab whose scattered English revolved around soccer scores and picking up girls. Raymond and I had even lightheartedly joked that he would pick up a thing or two from Yusuf by the time he came back, somehow be influenced by the overwhelming persona. I would have never expected for that comment to become more than just something to laugh about.

Three months, that was how long we had planned for our separation to be. I had so much on my plate with work and family that I needed time alone to figure everything out. Yusuf had been more than welcoming to Raymond, poking fun at the fact that the two would become “closer than boyfriends” by the time my lover returned back to me. He had even promised to take him out on “dates”, taking over my role as I got knocked back like a divorced dad who only got to see his son on weekends. It was hard, but Raymond and I both knew it was for the best.

The first time I got to visit Raymond at Yusuf’s apartment, I was greeted by the immediate blast of pure masculine stench at the door. It was a combination of used gym clothes, foul-smelling shoes, and strong body odor all fruitlessly covered up with some cheap body spray. I commented on it immediately after hugging my boyfriend, although he noted he did not smell anything. “Yusuf says men should show off their body odor,” Raymond shrugged. “Men should stink and let their pheromones flow naturally.”

This “Yusuf says” statement became a recurring phrase in all of our conversations. Whenever I brought something new up, Raymond would respond with what Yusuf had to say about it. “Yusuf says that men should be muscular, helps us secure our place in society,” “Yusuf says men should spend more time worrying about sports than literature, as it helps relate better to other men.” I should have been worried by my boyfriend’s newfound obsession with Yusuf, but I knew the Arab was not his type. Raymond liked guys that looked like me: hairless, a little twunky, but just barely large enough to make it evident who was topping.

Over the first month, I did not notice many changes about Raymond, but some things did point themselves out as odd. The first time I discovered body hair on my boyfriend I was shocked. “What?” Raymond had asked innocently. “Yusuf says that growing out your hair is natural, it displays masculinity.” I had had no comment to that, surveying the black fur that had begun to coat my boyfriend’s arms, legs, and chest. I had not even known Raymond's body hair was black, as he was a natural blond. 

It was not long until the muscles came too, although I knew that had been coming from the get-go. Yusuf had promised to take him to the gym frequently, and the results were beginning to show–just faster than I had expected. Structured biceps, rippling abs, thick thighs. But eventually when I had met Raymond at the door and his eyeline was above mine, that was when I had started to ask questions. “Yusuf says a grand height is expected of men.” He then swaggered over to the couch, opening up his longer legs before stating “Yusuf says men need to be above 187 centimeters.”

I had not known Raymond easily understood the metric code (as most Americans did not), but I quickly learned there was a lot that I did not know about my boyfriend. When I had tried to gift Raymond new shoes, I had been scolded that they were too small for his big, meaty EU Size 46 feet. When I had politely advised him to be more vigilant about sunscreen, he had rebuked that his olive tan skin was natural. And at one point, I had even accidentally referred to him by the wrong name. “It’s Rahim,” he corrected, his response deep and accented. Of course, all of these responses were followed by some iteration of “...that’s what Yusuf says.”

Finally, the three months came to an end, but by that point it was obvious that Rahim and I’s relationship had too. Rahim wanted to live with someone more masculine, more alpha, more like him. “More Yusuf,” Rahim had dumbly concluded, scratching at his thick, black beard. I could only sigh with disappointment, trying my best not to bone up over the half-naked, manspreading Arab god displaying his glory before me.

I should have known nothing would have ever happened between Rahim and I. As Yusuf had said through Rahim, “Real men like to conquer pussy and continue the traditions that have protected them for so long.” If the state of affairs in the apartment had not been enough of a clue, then Rahim’s constant back-and-forth pit-scratching and finger-sniffing should have been enough to cement his heterosexuality. Bummed, I stood up to leave, but Rahim quickly protested.

“Where you going, bro?” he asked.

“Home,” I replied, lifeless. “We have nothing in common.”

Rahim frowned, “But we do! Are you not a man?”

I paused, watching as Rahim got up and lifted his arm over my head. My eyes widened in fear as I was brought into a damp, musky pit.

"Yusuf says, a real man should admire and feel inspired by other men's masculinity. Do you admire and find me inspirational?"

I just mumbled my agreement, I just can't believe that I missed out on such delectable scent all this time? How on Earth he smelled this good!!??

"Yusuf says, a real man will not be sexually attracted to other men. Aren't you a man?"

"Mmmppphhh....yeahh....mmmm....I'm a man,"

"But Yusuf says that you are not yet a real man. You are a weak man, and a weak man need to be molded into a strong man first,"

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Version 1

I really couldn't careless on what Rahim got to say with his pits deliciously shoved right to my nose. I keep lapping and huffing his pits like there's no tomorrow. Without my realization, the once towering form of Rahim somehow become easier to reach and I even felt my neck cracked and my form bent to just get myself a whiff of his pits. The position becomes uncomfortable and I just stopped myself altogether because what the fuck am I doing? Sniffing Rahim's pits? I probably looked dazed and confused as Rahim then grabbed my face and said

"Yusuf says, men should stink and let their pheromones flow naturally. Men should also just let his body hair grows, it amplifies their scent,"

And just like that, I let out a moan escaped my lips as body hair started to grow all over my physique. The sensation is weird yet also comforting as I can feel my body getting warmer with all the tiny hairs that started to sprout and wrinkle like it's about to become a full-on bush if nothing stops it. A smile appeared on Rahim's face as he decided to continue further

"Yusuf says, men should focus more on strengthening himself so he can shows why he's the one in charge. Are you a man, my brother?

"Yes I am," I affirmed to Rahim as I let out yet another moan, this time several series of it as my chest swells, my arms enlarged and my abs appeared to replace my tiny beer gut. 1. 2. 3....4...5.....6

"Yusuf says, men commands the room with his presence. When he talks, everyone listen and accept his command as truth. Are you a man, my brother?"

"Yes, I am a man," I answered, the voice that comes out of my mouth sounded way deeper than usual but I always remembered it to be the only sound that ever left my throat. The kind of thick and alluring voice made to recite the passage in the Holy Book or whispered sweet nothings and little lies to someone's else ear so I can get what I want from them

"Yusuf says, men planted his seeds and breed in all the fertile holes in sight. Are you a man, my brother?"

I glitched. I am indeed a man. But I also love m---- female. I love woman. I love thinking about their scent, always so innocent most of the time, the naughty ones would be more seductive. Their soft curves and pliable boobs. Their beautiful plump lips that looked even better when it's stretched open to receive my seed. Their deliciously wet pussy, everything about them are pure bliss and I can't help but get myself hard over it

"Yes I am," I responded as I can feel the pre leaking out of my briefs

"Yusuf says, a man has no hesitation to embrace his true, better, self. So, let that old self go and embrace your new future, bro. Let your true self cum forward. Breed. Breathe. Breed. Breathe,"

As my eyes fluttered, I can feel the pressing sensation on my briefs and within seconds, huge eruption of white sticky cum bursted out from my 8.5 inches of dark Arab cock, no hands gripping on it whatsoever. I stared at the mirror right in front of me, and I let out a faint smile as I see Yusuf walking into the room with that knowing smile that here comes another convert to his ever-growing compound

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Version 2

Suddenly, a deeper and more intimidating voice comes from behind as I can feel an insanely thick cock started to penetrate my exposed asshole

"And we're about to make you one,"

I recognized the voice to be Yusuf's and I cannot help but moaned when more of that man meat penetrated my hole. Rahim stopped me from moaning as he kissed me to keep me quiet while his hands grabbed my erect cock

"Nnngghhhh......we are going to push out all of your rainbow-themed thought and lifestyle and replaced it with mini-mes swarming your thought and molding your body into my perfect minions, the perfect batches of men. Faster, Rahim!"

And just like that, Rahim increased the speed of him jacking my cock off while the entire 9.5 inches of Yusuf's cock snugly fit into my hole. I can feel the pre started to wet my holes but even more pressing is that I can tell that I'm close. Eventually, I can't handle the pressure anymore and there goes my cum pouring out like a geyser from my cock and as every mililitre that flows out, I feel more light-headed than ever. As Yusuf's cock pulsated in me, I can tell that his stream of white creamy cum already coated my inside. And not just coating my hole, it spreads upward as I can feel that more and more of Yusuf's infiltrated my system. I saw Rahim's eyes in front of me, it's pitch black and looking sinister as fuck and that's also when I see it, what Yusuf did to Raymond.....or Rahim now. It was not white and creamy spunk that Yusuf shot out, it was pitch black like a sludge. Yusuf ensured that it pumped slowly and surely as to not raise suspicion for the sudden change in Rahim's drink for almost every single day. He also poured the sludge and let it let dry in Rahim's clothing while Rahim's out and about. it's practically everywhere.

Then, when the time has come, he face-fucked the tranced blond Raymond and turned him into Rahim, and that is something that they are doing to me as of now, only in a much more brutal and direct fashion

With each thrust that filled my ass and my throat, more truth about the circumstances surrounding Yusuf revealed to me.

How he was this young and energetic Iraqi-American stud working out passionately in the gym.

How an extended trip after a visit to his parents hometown in Iraq to this closed-off, secluded zone with his cousin changed him. How that extended trip actually exposed him to this thousand years old dweller of the well next to this abandoned oil rig that soon took his body over and turned him bigger and older. All of the dweller's knowledge pumped full to me as more and more precum injected straight to my core. That sludge also single-handedly filled me with more strength and muscle I never dared to dream before yet now thirsted over. It belongs to me. It's my right. It's my power all this time, deep inside of me and just needed activating and these all simply part of a ritual to consummate me into what's rightly mine! As I can feel my shirts and pants tattered to the floor as my muscle keeps developing, I can hear the faint laughter of my brothers. They enjoyed the sight of me embracing my natural sense of self. Embracing what's right. Embracing the inner lineage of me that descended from a man and woman started in the Middle East as intended in our Holy Book. I'm not a genetic deviation or anomaly, and I'm certainly not predated from monkey! I'm as pure and as straight as my lineage from thousands after thousands of years ago of Arabian Peninsula superiority and when both of my brothers roared, I eventually reached Enlightment as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I roared in delight to welcome my truth

As I opened my eyes, the brilliant light hit my eyes that now feels like it's back to it's normal radiance, hiding the darkness void behind it. And with that, I feel at home with this situation and newly-unearthed truths. The truth that I never recognized who the fuck is Adrian Bailey. It's Mustafa Abdelhady ever since 28 years ago. It's Moose for short. They call me that because I have the biggest built (and dick) among my friend group, and it fits my name too.

I always have this obsession with growing myself bigger, dominating any room I stepped myself into and get the much-deserved respect from anyone by just merely presenting myself. I'm never taking no for an answer and I always get what I want when I put my eyes on it, including girls that would never say no to a loaded, handsome and irresistible charming man like me. When all those soyboys and sour-faced American jock disgusted the ladies, us Arabs swoop right in with ease because we smelled nice, we are good with our words and as I said so many times, we're loaded, in more ways than one. Now, if you excuse me, my brothers said that they are feeling quite tired to head out for tonight so I'm going to lure in some girls for a night they won't forget as they stepped into the lair to be surrounded by 3 Alphas all at once