Gay Tf Fun

He said he was going to the store. I told him to park instead.

I’m on my laptop, earbuds in, watching the live feed from his phone. He thinks it’s just for accountability. Said he doesn’t even remember why he shares location and camera with me. That’s the best part.

The screen clicks on. He’s alone in the car. Engine off. White t-shirt clinging to him like it’s afraid to let go. Chest rising. Muscles flexing with every slow breath.

I whisper into the mic.

“You can hear me now.”

His head jerks slightly. His brow twitches. Then relaxes.

I see his lips part, just barely.

“Yeah…” he murmurs. “H-hear you…”

His voice is slow. Distant. That delicious, dumb softness I’ve trained into him.

I lean in.

“Show me your chest. Slowly.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Just lifts the shirt with one hand, pecs rising in the frame. He flexes them without thinking. His abs ripple. His face stays blank, but I catch it, the twitch of arousal. The pride.

That little flash of he knows he looks good.

Good boy.

“Flex them harder.”

He groans. Not from effort… from pleasure. The sound is low, warm. His other hand drops to his lap. He doesn’t even notice it’s there.

“Touch yourself.”

And he does.

Slides his palm down. Rubs slowly over his cock through tight gym shorts. It’s already hard. Already leaking. I see the fabric twitch.

“Fffuck…” he mumbles.

I bite my lip.

His shirt’s bunched at his chest. His abs are slick. The car’s fogging just slightly. He’s still moving slow, steady, like this is normal.

Like obeying is safe.

“You’re not thinking anymore. You don’t need to think. Just follow. Just obey.”

His jaw slackens.

His pecs twitch.

He breathes deep, and I see the moment it hits. That soft wash of pleasure in his eyes. That warmth that says thank you. He strokes harder.

“Say it,” I whisper. “Tell me what you are.”

He shudders.

“I’m a good boy…”

“Louder.”

“I’m a good boy,” he groans. “Just wanna flex… stroke… be good for you…”

He’s red now. Sweat dripping down his chest. That blank, proud smile spreading across his lips like he knows he’s turning himself into the perfect toy.

All for me.

And I’m just watching.

Controlling.

Waiting.

“You’re gonna edge until I say otherwise.”

“Go on, my little bugs, go fetch Daddy some fresh meat,” I said, smirking as I sent my four tiny alien crawlers skittering across the grass toward the pack of loud, shirtless cocky young studs working out at the park.

They moved fast. One by one the guys froze, until all four of them just… stopped with blank stares. Then, perfectly in sync, they turned and marched straight toward me. Fuck, the sight of them walking all stiff and obedient had me leaking in my jeans.

“We got them for you, Daddy,” they said together in a flat tone.

“Good boys. Now hold still while I inspect your bodies.”

I stepped up to the first one on the right in red shorts. I dragged both palms on his toned pecs, my thumbs brushed over his hard nipples, then I ran my hands down his hard eight-pack. I grabbed his wrists and yanked his arms up and back, locking them behind his head. Leaned in and shoved my face right into that dripping, hairy armpit. I took a long sniff—pure salty-man stink. My dick throbbed as I took in his scent. While I was huffing him like a drug, my other hand dove inside his shorts, wrapped around that thickening cock, and gave it a slow, possessive stroke. Then lower—cupped those heavy, sweat-soaked balls, rolled them, squeezed just enough to make him twitch even though his brain was still offline. I then brought my fingers back up and sniffed them hard. Jesus, that ripe ball musk hit like a punch.

I proceeded to do the exact same filthy inspection on the other three—slow armpit burials, greedy handfuls of cock, kneading their sweaty nutsacks till my palm was coated in their scent. Every single one of them was rock-hard and leaking by the time I was done.

I was shaking with how bad I needed it. “Follow me, boys,” I said, leading the four mindless studs deeper into the woods behind the park where the trees covered us and no one could see. Once we were hidden, I dropped my pants, bent over a fallen log, and spread myself. “Fuck me hard. All of you. Use me like a cumdump, now!”

They didn’t hesitate. The young man in grey shorts stepped up behind me, yanked his shorts down just enough, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. His shaft was big and thick, stretching me wide while his sweaty chest pressed against my back. I moaned like a bitch as he pounded, balls slapping loud against my ass. Another one then grabbed my hair and shoved his dripping cock down my throat at the same time—musky, salty, filling my mouth while I gagged and drooled around him. The other two stroked themselves over me, smearing precum across my ass and back, waiting their turn. They rotated fast—pulling out, swapping, slamming back in—four different cocks owning every hole, stretching me, using me raw. I came hard without even touching myself, ass clenching around whoever was buried inside me.

“Alright, fun’s over for now,” I muttered, “Give them back.”

They pivoted like soldiers, strutted right back to their exact spots and original poses. The bugs then slipped smoothly out of their ears, and the studs blinked and continued to lift, as if nothing happened. Except now every one of them was sporting a full, obvious hard-on tenting their shorts, they all moaned together as they came inside their shorts. It was funny to watch how confused they were.

“That’s right my toy. Just relax and let go. Let me take total control.”

Jayson had no resistance left. For the last week, his roommate had been hypnotizing him and turning him into just a toy. All he has to do now is listen, obey, and accept his new role in life as a bottom.

“Now my pet, remove that shirt and become the newest toy in my collection.”

I work as a Janitor at a gym, but that's not my real job, I just use the job as a Janitor to get easier acess to the prime meat, and by prime meat, I mean hot muscular men. There's no better place to harvest them than at the gym's locker room.

It's been a while since I've found a perfect specimen like Fernandez. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and he has a nice package.

I've been watching Fernandez for a while now. He's always here, every day at the same time. I've studied his habits, his working out routine. I know when he showers, when he changes. And today, I've decided it would be the day I turn him into my next wearable bodysuit.

I watched him walk to the locker room, his body covered in sweat. I followed him and as soon as I entered, I saw him taking his clothes off, he was ready to take a shower. I smirked and quickly put a sign outside the door, written "Do not enter: Men's locker room closed for cleaning"

I took a small technological gun device out of my cart and pointed it at Fernandez. However, I soon realized that I had forgotten to reconfigure the device since the last time I used it. Before I could fix it, Fernandez noticed me.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" He shouted, walking towards me, and before I could activate the device, he quickly punching me in the face, making the device fall off my hand. He continued kicking me and calling me names. But I managed to reach for the device and pulled the trigger, this time hitting him with an orange glowing ray, making the man fall to the floor and start to deflate the second he was hit.

I was a little angry at him for the bruises, so I stomped on his face and abs to empty him faster. As the process finished, I took a step back, admiring my handiwork. Fernandez's body has been reduced to a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit, his every curve and muscle preserved. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power and desire course through me as I reached out and touched the bodysuit, running my fingers over the defined abs pecs for the first time.

That's when I noticed a tiny orange slime crawling out of his mouth.

I smirked and grabbed the tiny goop between my fingers, if you looked closely you would see it moved very slowly like a slug. I usually flush them down the toilet, but I would need this one, so I put it on the floor as I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. I then grabbed the deflated skin from the floor and walked inside a shower stall — Just for precaution.

After I took off my uniform, I grabbed the empty muscle husk by the head and admired his body, specially his big package that even without anything stuffing it inside it was still huge.

With a satisfied grin, I slip the bodysuit on, for last, when I put his head over mine, I looked in the mirror. But it didn't looked natural, I just wasn't as fit as Fernandez, I didn't had big muscles to fill his skin. Some parts looked too stretched like my belly and face, and my dick only stuffed half of his huge shaft.

But this could be fixed. I grabbed the device, changed the settings and shoot the ray at myself — This time a blue glowing ray fired from the device.

I felt a tingling sensation as I watched in the mirror my big belly starting to disappear and instead form abs and big pecs. The skin that was once stretched, now started to grow muscles to the sizes that they were originally. I was looking just like when Fernandez entered the showers.

I changed the settings of the gun one last time and pointed it at the tiny goop on the floor. Once I fired the blue ray at it, the goo started to grow and started to shape itself into a human body: My original body.

It looked exactly like me. And it just kept standing there, looking at me with a blank face.

"Put on the janitor's uniform and clean the locker room, then go home and stay inactive until the next day, when you will return to work." I commanded.

"Yes Master" My copy responded with a blank face expression, it was actually the essence of the real Fernandez, only now he was turned into a mindless slave goo that could take any form that I wanted. He would cover as me while I was out having fun in Fernandez's body.

"But before, I want you to turn into a red underwear"

"Yes Master" The 'janitor' said and started to shrink and change its color, until it was nothing more than a red underwear on the floor. I grabbed it and put it on. It looked really good on me, so with Fernandez's phone I took a photo in the mirror.