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Allan splashed his face with water, looking back at his reflection. Luckily, the mental exhaustion didn't show. Outwardly, he was still the charming clean-cut demigod in a white coat, even if the double shift at the St. Vincent hospital had taken its toll. Only three more hours before he could call it a day.
He was just about to leave the restroom for another examination, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. A text message from an unknown number.
"Heyyyy, sexy. Miss you already. wyd?"
Allan rolled his eyes. He didn't have many friends who would text him, and no girlfriend or hookup in particular. His work didn't leave time for that kind of commitment. The only question was: scam or wrong number?
He decided it was probably the latter, judging by the inflationary use of the letter y. He quickly typed an answer before putting the phone away.
"Sorry, miss, you've got the wrong number."
Allan liked to imagine scenarios. Perhaps here, some one night stand had left the woman a wrong number because he didn't want to be bothered by his latest conquest. And that number had turned out to be his.
His phone buzzed again just as he was examining an old lady's warts, and when he looked at the display afterwards, he saw another text message waiting for him.
"When you told me how horny you were, back in the club... I'm already growing hard again just thinking about that, sexy... ;)"
So, he had it backwards. This was a guy texting, and the girl had left a wrong number. Kind of understandable with these borderline-creepy text messages.
"Dude, it's still the wrong number. Sorry!"
Still, as he walked through the corridor, he couldn't help but wonder how the woman in question looked like. She was probably very attractive. His mind filled in all the blanks readily. Long hair, inviting lips...
A stirring in his loose clinic pants yanked him back to reality. What was he doing? He couldn't fantasize about women at work, and he absolutely could not get hard at work. His phone buzzed with another message.
"I mean, the way your muscles worked under that tight shirt of yours, and then your bulge... you had no shame whatsoever. So. Hot!"
Allan shook his head. Okay, so neither the sender nor the supposed recipient were female. This was a dude... hitting on another dude.
Of course, Allan didn't have a problem with gay people. He just didn't know any. But why didn't the man on the other side react to his replies?
A red warning sign and a little "undelivered" answered that question at least. He should just block the number and go on about his day. He still had a lot of work to do. But some part of the one-sided exchange intrigued him, enough to stop his finger hovering over the "block" button. Women he could understand, but what made a man attractive to another man?
As he continued to walk, he tried to get to the bottom of it. Muscles, apparently. He felt his pectorals brush against the coat, and his biceps touch the constricting shirt. He was proud of his body, and the long work-out sessions... No, wait, he didn't work out. Did he?
What else? The text mentioned a bulge, and Allan was fairly certain that referred to the pelvic region. His own erection throbbed. His hand went down to readjust himself, to hide his arousal, but then stopped. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Shame was constricting. Constricting like that shirt of his.
He stopped at a trash can and wiggled out of his blue shirt and tie, exposing his toned and hairless chest before putting the white coat back on and disposing of the unnecessary fabric in the trash. There, much better. There was nothing wrong with showing off your goods, right?
The nurse and the pregnant patient in the next room apparently disagreed. Both women blushed heavily and stared at him. He could see their pupils dilating. A mix between shock and desire. Well, bad luck to be them. He was a man's man, as gay as they came, and --
Wait. This wasn't right. Mumbling a "sorry," he fled the scene and dashed into an clinic room. What was he thinking? Why did he strip half-naked in the middle of work? Why did he walk around with a clearly visible erection? And why the fuck did he think he was straight?
He blinked. No, wait. Why did he think he was... straight. Yes, that way it made sense. He was a gay man. He liked dick, and ass. He was... gay. His head felt like it was filled with cotton, and he tried shaking it to shoo away the strange thoughts, but was interrupted by another message.
"I couldn't wait to touch you, feel that stubble on my face, your hot dick in my hand... Fuck, I'm so horny again."
The text was accompanied by a picture. A pair of underwear tented by an erection, the tip wet. He licked his lips subconsciously. It was a large bulge, but not as large as his. Checking that the door was closed, he stripped out of his pants and watched his own underwear throb in arousal. With each pulse, it extended a bit longer, and with each extension, his underwear changed, from a pair of loose boxer shorts to something tighter, more form-fitting. Something pronouncing his assets rather than hiding them away.
Fuck yeah. He couldn't stop himself from playing with his clothed cock for a bit before snapping a picture and sending it back. It, too, quickly went to "undelivered", but something else caught his eye. His first reply showed a check mark now. But was that what he had written? He read over the message again and scratched the stubble on his chin. "Just work, boring af. What you miss about me?"
Allan slowly nodded. Yes. That made sense. It sounded like something he'd text. He looked around. Work was boring as fuck. He mostly hid away in empty rooms to watch TV or jerk off. Men had needs, after all, who if not doctors would understand that. Not that he'd knew anything about that fucking medical crap, he was just the janitor.
Speaking of which. Only two more hours until the end of his shift. Surely nobody would mind if he clocked out a little early. He didn't bother to put on more clothes again as he made his way back to the locker rooms. More than a few heads turned, but he didn't care. He was proud of his body. The phone he was holding buzzed.
"Fuck, my apartment still smells like you, stud. I can't wait to bury myself in that forest of chest hair and sniff you again."
Heh. Yeah. That needy bitch knew what he wanted. Good. Because if there was anything Al had a lot of, it was hair and the smell of man. He hadn't showered in weeks, because he knew fucking well needy bottoms like this one loved it. He snapped another picture of his magnificent body in the locker room and send it, together with "Oh yeah? Can't wait? Then prepare your holes, bitch. I'm over in twenty."
He scrolled back at the lewd exchange. He probably shouldn't be sexting during work, but fuck was it fun to lead that bottom on with every message. Well, sexting and jerking off only got you so far. Time for the real thing.
Al threw on a pair of gym shorts and some sneakers before he started jogging, occasionally shouting lewd comments at guys in the street. His car had broken down last week and he somehow knew the bitch he was heading to wouldn't mind if he worked up a sweat.
Good old dumbing down via text messages! I hope you enjoyed!
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When I woke up in th morning I realized I didn't delte my account yesterday. I was so tired after completing everything that I just fell asleep on my keyboard only to wake up a couple of hours later naked and in my bed. Probably have sleepwalked my way to my bed once more... Anyway, What was this about? Oh yea. This website must have ben a joke. Ain't no way something like that was right. I don't even know what I picked yesterday. Doesn't matter anyway. For a joke, it was well put together! Bio: A young men in his late 20s. everage build. I go to the gym every other day and I pay a coach to try to better myself and my physique. I love to go out and to eat but what I love most is enjoying some time outside and take pictures of every and anything. I am tall, have some muscle definition around my body, hairy chest, a cute manly face and dark brown hair and chocolate color eyes. Everybody says I have a cute face and a lovely smile. Item: After scrolling through all the possibilities and thinking it was a joke I selected something random because I was tired and I wanted to see what the finality of it all was. Now that I think about it, I remeber picking something in the body parts rents. I think it was Penis or Armpits. I don't remeber exactly... Duration: I don't have anything planned right now so why not making some money out of it. At least that's what I thought when I selected as long as needed for duration. I hope I didn't do anything wrong. Special request: I'm a huge fan of manly men with some hair on the pecs, and really manly and dominating. At least that's what I look out when i try to find someone to fuck and use me like his favorite toy. So someone like that would be great. Someone athletic, manly, cocky... A jock would be perfect.
Oookay, this one's gonna get a content warning, too, as per the asker's request. Dubcon, light violence, homophobic slurs... that sort of thing. Enjoy!
Rent-A-Thing — A dick is a dick
You don't think about the strange website much anymore, and it's already afternoon when you get a notification on your phone as you're out for a walk.
"Contract accepted. Meetup public men's room Echo Park, 5 PM. Contract owner is: Zack."
You only skim over the notification, having already forgotten about Rent-A-Thing and thinking it's from Grindr. Weird message, but then again, who isn't weird on Grindr?
The men's room in Echo Park is a well-known — albeit dangerous — cruising spot, and, apparently, 'Zack' is looking for a good time.
You're not one to judge, and you're horny enough to go. After all, a dick is a dick, right? You check if you got condoms and head to Echo Park.
It's 5 PM sharp when you arrive at the spot, and a tall, muscular guy is leaning against the wall, playing with his phone. He's wearing running shorts and seems to have jogged here. Despite the chilly March air, he's shirtless, and a bit of dampness clings to his furry chest. Subconsciously, you lick your lips. He's hot.
"Zack?" you ask, and the guy looks up from his phone.
"Huh? Yeah, man. That's me. Are you..."
He looks around, and when you nod, he breaks into a grin. You have to admit, it's not a very friendly grin. More of a throw-you-in-a-van-with-chloroform-grin, and you briefly wonder if you made a mistake.
He pushes a button on his phone before letting it slide into his pocket and rolls his neck.
"So, you're here for the contract, huh?"
Again with the 'contract'. Was that some weird kinky talk? You decide to play.
"Yeah, sure, 'contract'. What did you have in mind?"
You reach out to touch his exposed pecs, but his hand grabs your wrist and yanks you forward.
"How about you shut up and strip, faggot?"
Oookay! That Zack likes it a bit rougher? Jokes on him, you like being treated rough. Still, you're pretty much out in public.
"Don't you want to go inside first?"
"Fuck no," he spits back. "Strip. Now. Or I'll make you."
Wow, that's intense. You hesitate, but the guy is smoking hot. A little role-play might be fun, even though his performance leaves something to be desired.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it."
You unbutton your shirt. It's harder than usual, since your fingers are oddly uncoordinated.
"Oh, you fucking will, you piece of shit," Zack sneers, and before you know it, he is behind you, and with one hand, he holds your arms together behind your back, while the other one grabs the waistband of your jeans.
You try to protest, but the man is so strong it hurts, and with one swift motion, he tears down your pants. He licks his lips as he spins you around.
"Fuck yeah. No more embarrassing cruising season this year."
"What are you talking about?" you protest. Your mouth tastes strange. The taste is familiar, but you don't immediately recognize it.
"Shut the fuck up," Zack snarls. "You're not supposed to talk, you're supposed to hang between my legs."
"Hang... between your legs?"
Zack doesn't bother to answer. Instead, he shoves a knee between your thighs, forcing them apart. Involuntarily, you stumble, and the taste in your mouth finally comes into focus. It's pre-cum. Your mouth tastes like pre. You've tasted enough cocks to know the taste, and you also recognize it's not yours. But how...
You fall to your knees. Zack's grip on your arms is surprisingly strong.
"What the fuck?!" you call out. Your words are slurred, and your tongue is heavy.
"Up," Zack commands, and spits at your exposed asshole. When you turn around, you see his own shorts pooling around his feet now. And on his crotch...
Despite the uncomfortable situation, you can't help but burst out laughing. Zack's cock, even though it's fully erect, is, there is no other word, tiny. Maybe a bit bigger than your thumb, and it's covered in the same coarse black hair his chest and crotch are.
"What's so funny, asshole?" he spits, and with a surprising amount of force, pulls on your arms again. "Think I'm too small? Well, lucky for me, you're gonna change that."
He's got to be joking. But despite the absurd situation, your laughter is cut short when your body goes stiff. Stiffer than you've ever been. He spins you around again, and you feel his cock at your asshole.
"You've got five seconds to relax, or this is going to be hell for you. Five."
He starts counting down, and somehow, your ass obeys. His cock slips in. You barely feel it, but the instant his groin connects to your ass, something changes in you. You feel incredibly horny all of a sudden, and your own dick twitches with need. Zack is still holding your arms, so you can't reach it, but when you look down, you realize in horror that your rod is shrinking!
"What's happening?"
Your question is only half-articulated. You're scared and horny, and your body is changing in the most disturbing ways. Zack lets go of your arms, and when you look up, the guy has grown a foot in size since you last saw him!
No, actually, that's not right. He's the same size. You have gotten smaller! Not only your cock is shrinking, but the rest of you as well!
"Fuck yes, this is amazing!"
You've never seen a more satisfied grin on anyone's face.
"Look at you, faggot, you're gonna be a really nice, fat..."
"No!" you say, not letting him finish his sentence. You don't want to hear it! Meanwhile, your cock has shriveled away to nothing, and your arms and legs are next. They grow weaker with every heartbeat and disappear into your body.
"No! No, no, no!"
Zack laughs as you try to run, but your ass is firmly fused to his groin now. It's getting harder to look down, as your neck stiffens and your face changes. Your mouth dominates it now, and it turns sideways, as all your teeth disappear.
"Come on, cock meat. Try to enjoy the ride. You're gonna be in my pants for the next six months!"
You want to say something, to protest, but your voice is weak, and only a spurt of pre-cum spills out, as Zack runs one of his large hands over your stiff body.
"Yeah, that's right. You be a good little cock. And believe me, you're gonna see a lot of action."
Both of his hands are now running up and down your length, and you throb. This is more intense than anything you've ever felt before!
"Yeah... I'm gonna get you sucked, and I'm gonna fuck a different ass with you every day. You'd like that, huh? Look at you throbbing. And I'm gonna piss out of you and jerk you all summer. Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun with you, cock."
The words are a mix of horrible and hot, and you feel your body react, turning flushed and warm. Your head is completely gone now, replaced by a cock's head spurting pre-cum with every stroke. The rest of your clothes are scattered on the floor, and you see a jogger turning around blushing as Zack continues to rub one out right next to the path. Rub one out of you!
Another rush of excitement courses through you, and you can feel that you... no, Zack, no... both of you are getting close. He huffs and doubles down on you, beating you mercilessly until you finally explode, spewing copious amounts of thick, ropey cum from your mouth. Zack's cum.
He needs a moment to catch his breath before he pulls up his shorts, and the world goes dark.
"Gonna take a few new profile pics before you go all soft, cock meat," he says, and despite being spent, you twitch at the casual degradation. Fuck, the next few months are going to be hot in a way you never expected.
Wow, what a ride. Truth be told, I'm surprised it took so long for a good old cock tf to appear in my inbox! I hope you liked it! My inbox is pretty full right now (Wow! That many people want to rent themselves out?!) and cock is gone from the list. Here's the first part with the explanation on how to participate, but as I said, the backlog is huge. Might take weeks to sort through this.

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When I woke up in th morning I realized I didn't delte my account yesterday. I was so tired after completing everything that I just fell asleep on my keyboard only to wake up a couple of hours later naked and in my bed. Probably have sleepwalked my way to my bed once more... Anyway, What was this about? Oh yea. This website must have ben a joke. Ain't no way something like that was right. I don't even know what I picked yesterday. Doesn't matter anyway. For a joke, it was well put together! Bio: A young men in his late 20s. everage build. I go to the gym every other day and I pay a coach to try to better myself and my physique. I love to go out and to eat but what I love most is enjoying some time outside and take pictures of every and anything. I am tall, have some muscle definition around my body, hairy chest, a cute manly face and dark brown hair and chocolate color eyes. Everybody says I have a cute face and a lovely smile. Item: After scrolling through all the possibilities and thinking it was a joke I selected something random because I was tired and I wanted to see what the finality of it all was. Now that I think about it, I remeber picking something in the body parts rents. I think it was Penis or Armpits. I don't remeber exactly... Duration: I don't have anything planned right now so why not making some money out of it. At least that's what I thought when I selected as long as needed for duration. I hope I didn't do anything wrong. Special request: I'm a huge fan of manly men with some hair on the pecs, and really manly and dominating. At least that's what I look out when i try to find someone to fuck and use me like his favorite toy. So someone like that would be great. Someone athletic, manly, cocky... A jock would be perfect.
Oookay, this one's gonna get a content warning, too, as per the asker's request. Dubcon, light violence, homophobic slurs... that sort of thing. Enjoy!
Rent-A-Thing — A dick is a dick
You don't think about the strange website much anymore, and it's already afternoon when you get a notification on your phone as you're out for a walk.
"Contract accepted. Meetup public men's room Echo Park, 5 PM. Contract owner is: Zack."
You only skim over the notification, having already forgotten about Rent-A-Thing and thinking it's from Grindr. Weird message, but then again, who isn't weird on Grindr?
The men's room in Echo Park is a well-known — albeit dangerous — cruising spot, and, apparently, 'Zack' is looking for a good time.
You're not one to judge, and you're horny enough to go. After all, a dick is a dick, right? You check if you got condoms and head to Echo Park.
It's 5 PM sharp when you arrive at the spot, and a tall, muscular guy is leaning against the wall, playing with his phone. He's wearing running shorts and seems to have jogged here. Despite the chilly March air, he's shirtless, and a bit of dampness clings to his furry chest. Subconsciously, you lick your lips. He's hot.
"Zack?" you ask, and the guy looks up from his phone.
"Huh? Yeah, man. That's me. Are you..."
He looks around, and when you nod, he breaks into a grin. You have to admit, it's not a very friendly grin. More of a throw-you-in-a-van-with-chloroform-grin, and you briefly wonder if you made a mistake.
He pushes a button on his phone before letting it slide into his pocket and rolls his neck.
"So, you're here for the contract, huh?"
Again with the 'contract'. Was that some weird kinky talk? You decide to play.
"Yeah, sure, 'contract'. What did you have in mind?"
You reach out to touch his exposed pecs, but his hand grabs your wrist and yanks you forward.
"How about you shut up and strip, faggot?"
Oookay! That Zack likes it a bit rougher? Jokes on him, you like being treated rough. Still, you're pretty much out in public.
"Don't you want to go inside first?"
"Fuck no," he spits back. "Strip. Now. Or I'll make you."
Wow, that's intense. You hesitate, but the guy is smoking hot. A little role-play might be fun, even though his performance leaves something to be desired.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it."
You unbutton your shirt. It's harder than usual, since your fingers are oddly uncoordinated.
"Oh, you fucking will, you piece of shit," Zack sneers, and before you know it, he is behind you, and with one hand, he holds your arms together behind your back, while the other one grabs the waistband of your jeans.
You try to protest, but the man is so strong it hurts, and with one swift motion, he tears down your pants. He licks his lips as he spins you around.
"Fuck yeah. No more embarrassing cruising season this year."
"What are you talking about?" you protest. Your mouth tastes strange. The taste is familiar, but you don't immediately recognize it.
"Shut the fuck up," Zack snarls. "You're not supposed to talk, you're supposed to hang between my legs."
"Hang... between your legs?"
Zack doesn't bother to answer. Instead, he shoves a knee between your thighs, forcing them apart. Involuntarily, you stumble, and the taste in your mouth finally comes into focus. It's pre-cum. Your mouth tastes like pre. You've tasted enough cocks to know the taste, and you also recognize it's not yours. But how...
You fall to your knees. Zack's grip on your arms is surprisingly strong.
"What the fuck?!" you call out. Your words are slurred, and your tongue is heavy.
"Up," Zack commands, and spits at your exposed asshole. When you turn around, you see his own shorts pooling around his feet now. And on his crotch...
Despite the uncomfortable situation, you can't help but burst out laughing. Zack's cock, even though it's fully erect, is, there is no other word, tiny. Maybe a bit bigger than your thumb, and it's covered in the same coarse black hair his chest and crotch are.
"What's so funny, asshole?" he spits, and with a surprising amount of force, pulls on your arms again. "Think I'm too small? Well, lucky for me, you're gonna change that."
He's got to be joking. But despite the absurd situation, your laughter is cut short when your body goes stiff. Stiffer than you've ever been. He spins you around again, and you feel his cock at your asshole.
"You've got five seconds to relax, or this is going to be hell for you. Five."
He starts counting down, and somehow, your ass obeys. His cock slips in. You barely feel it, but the instant his groin connects to your ass, something changes in you. You feel incredibly horny all of a sudden, and your own dick twitches with need. Zack is still holding your arms, so you can't reach it, but when you look down, you realize in horror that your rod is shrinking!
"What's happening?"
Your question is only half-articulated. You're scared and horny, and your body is changing in the most disturbing ways. Zack lets go of your arms, and when you look up, the guy has grown a foot in size since you last saw him!
No, actually, that's not right. He's the same size. You have gotten smaller! Not only your cock is shrinking, but the rest of you as well!
"Fuck yes, this is amazing!"
You've never seen a more satisfied grin on anyone's face.
"Look at you, faggot, you're gonna be a really nice, fat..."
"No!" you say, not letting him finish his sentence. You don't want to hear it! Meanwhile, your cock has shriveled away to nothing, and your arms and legs are next. They grow weaker with every heartbeat and disappear into your body.
"No! No, no, no!"
Zack laughs as you try to run, but your ass is firmly fused to his groin now. It's getting harder to look down, as your neck stiffens and your face changes. Your mouth dominates it now, and it turns sideways, as all your teeth disappear.
"Come on, cock meat. Try to enjoy the ride. You're gonna be in my pants for the next six months!"
You want to say something, to protest, but your voice is weak, and only a spurt of pre-cum spills out, as Zack runs one of his large hands over your stiff body.
"Yeah, that's right. You be a good little cock. And believe me, you're gonna see a lot of action."
Both of his hands are now running up and down your length, and you throb. This is more intense than anything you've ever felt before!
"Yeah... I'm gonna get you sucked, and I'm gonna fuck a different ass with you every day. You'd like that, huh? Look at you throbbing. And I'm gonna piss out of you and jerk you all summer. Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun with you, cock."
The words are a mix of horrible and hot, and you feel your body react, turning flushed and warm. Your head is completely gone now, replaced by a cock's head spurting pre-cum with every stroke. The rest of your clothes are scattered on the floor, and you see a jogger turning around blushing as Zack continues to rub one out right next to the path. Rub one out of you!
Another rush of excitement courses through you, and you can feel that you... no, Zack, no... both of you are getting close. He huffs and doubles down on you, beating you mercilessly until you finally explode, spewing copious amounts of thick, ropey cum from your mouth. Zack's cum.
He needs a moment to catch his breath before he pulls up his shorts, and the world goes dark.
"Gonna take a few new profile pics before you go all soft, cock meat," he says, and despite being spent, you twitch at the casual degradation. Fuck, the next few months are going to be hot in a way you never expected.
Wow, what a ride. Truth be told, I'm surprised it took so long for a good old cock tf to appear in my inbox! I hope you liked it! My inbox is pretty full right now (Wow! That many people want to rent themselves out?!) and cock is gone from the list. Here's the first part with the explanation on how to participate, but as I said, the backlog is huge. Might take weeks to sort through this.