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The morning finally came and it was time for Will still Tacitus to wake up for his first day of work as Tacitus.

Will woke up yawning as he stretched his limbs in bed and as his eyes blur begin to clear he saw that Simon was gone already.

Will then proceeds to think to himself,

“Last night was something else, the sex was amazing. I would have never imagined myself as a top or dominant as an introvert no less and usually I bottom. I guess this introvert had it in him to do that and he sure is a sexual initiator when he wants to be.”

After this, Will then proceeds to prepare to get ready for Tacitus job at the PD by showering, combing his hair and brushing his teeth. When all this was done, he dressed up in his Sergant uniform after spraying cologne over himself and when all dressed up, he went downstairs to make a quick breakfast and protein shake(no dairy) before heading out the door to make it at the office.

After finally arriving, he made it in the office. The sight for Will was a bit amazed but also tried to maintain his composure, for he never imagined working in a police station much less as a Sergeant who in charge of a group.

Will as Tacitus made it to his office room and using Tacitus knowledge of how his job works was able to get the papers out and review cases that still need to be solved.

It wasn’t long before his higher up Commander came to his office saying,

“It good to have you back as always Sergant Tacitus.” said Commander.

Yes sir, said Tacitus.

“I need you to solve a certain case, it been running the city wild for months, the killer kills couples by luring them to areas, said the Commander:

How are they doing this, if I may ask, said Tacitus.

I don’t know exactly and I can’t give much info, you have a special expertise for understanding the psychology of these couple killers or whatever they are, but I will note that they tend to kill more so around gay bars, but not how they manage to lure them or even get them to leave the bar, said the commander.

So what do you need me to do, said Tacitus.

Well I need you to go find these killers before they strike again and possibly before this weeks end. I will also have a group of officers to back you up and of course on of your closest officer as well.

I wish you luck, Sergant, said Commander.

Yes sir, said Will (Tacitus).

Not long after the Commander left, Will started to think,

Wow, first day and I already have an important task to solve immediately. Good thing I have Tacitus mind to guide me on what to do.

I literally am starting to understand how Shazam feels, it’s like being a kid with the knowledge of a god, but in this case it an introvert.

Not long after, one of his officers came into the office.

Hello Sergant, said the officer.

What’s your name officer, said Will(Tacitus).

Um, Sergant, I’m one of your main back up officers Nick, said Nick.

Of course, Officer Nick, ahah.

They then went to the police car to talk about the case.

What do you know so far from the intel you gather, said Tacitus.

Yes Sergant, we noticed that they somehow manage to get the victims, probably through seduction to leave the bar by choice to go somewhere, mainly a private place or room and then leave them dead outside. I also note that most of these cases have wheel marks in there neck so a syringe is used maybe a tranquilizer, said Nick as he went to get a drink of water thirsty from the hot weather.

Well, from what I can gather, they always go to gay bars and they tend to target gay men, this is definitely men who might be homosexual, and gay bars are popular here, says Tacitus.

So what’s your plan, Sergant, said Nick.

We may need to go undercover, I would say watch outside, but seeing how they are stealthy we need a better plan, paused Tacitus(Will) for a moment.

(A light bulb went off in Tacitus(Will) head)

I hope your open to sexuality or at least bi-curious, cause tonight we’re going to a gay bar, said Will(Tacitus) lightly joking.

That’s a good way to catch him, Sergant, but wouldn’t be to obvious if we we’re there in our uniforms, said Nick.

Don’t you know not to question your Sergant, Nick.

We’re going to blend in, said Tacitus(Will).

After this, they left to go scope the area and all it’s possible exits as well as the best distance to be from the building to watch.

Hours passed to night time and the gay bar was finally open.

As the night for the killer began, they were all ready to go undercover.

As Nick came into the bar he saw his Sergant dress in a classy white shirt and black pants sitting confidently with his arms crossed.

Wow, Sergant, you surely take pride in every role of your job, said Nick.

You damn right I do, said Nick.

They then discuss the plan going forth as they head to the bar to get drinks while watching the surrounding undercover.

So what’s the plan Sergant, said Nick.

The plan is to take more of an active role at the same time we observe. We are gonna blend in as we are and see when they come, if any suspicious activity takes place, said Tacitus.

This could take all night sense they would do it when they are barely noticed during the drinking and dancing, said Nick.

As the night passed and it got later, Nick and Tacitus(Will), took a bit of a more active role by dancing to music and drinking some alcohol, but only to where they could still do there jobs.

Eventually, they got a bit tired of the dancing and decided to sit down.

Weh, that was pretty fun wasn’t it, said Tacitus trying to gauge Nick.

Yeah, I guess, said Nick casually.

Why guess, you’ve been to better bars before, said Tacitus(Will).

I’m not really a party person per say, I mean I’ve been but usually because I followed my friends, but I would usually be on the side, observing, said Nick.

Yeah, I feel that, I more of a small group and relationship kinda guy, business oriented.

What about you, have you had any relations, said Tacitus(Will).

No sir, said Nick.

Are you thinking about any say, open to possibilities, said Tacitus(Will) said vaguely.

Well,- haha, it’s silly really, said Nick nervously as he turned as his cheeks blushed red.

Well what, you can trust me, we’re the only people here, said Tacitus as he touched Nick shoulder for closeness and comfort.

Well, it’s actually you Sergant, said Nick.

Oh, uh, said Tacitus(Will) with complete shock of amazement.

Well, what do you find so interesting in me, said Tacitus(Will).

Well Sergeant, your tall, fit and in elite fitness guy. You are very structured and routine always taking care of yourself and it shows not just in the way you do your job, but also in your appearance, your highly devoted to your incentive and progress not delaying for a minute.

Your basically the ideal man done right. Your very self controlled in your emotions, you do care but don’t show it, like how you treat those who are close to you.

I know that to others you may appear intimidating and probably rude, but your just protecting your emotional energy only giving it wisely to those you view safe or necessary, said Nick.

Why would you think that I would guard my emotions and appear like I’m invulnerable, said Tacitus(Will) curiously.

You understand the world better than most, but you don’t feel a need to show or seek attention, you only share your opinions with those you feel have depth and understanding.

You don’t try to be rude, not intentionally but people view it this way, so eventually you learn to not care what others think, which whether you know it or not, makes you appear like a god among men that people wish they could be, said Nick.

Wow, I never thought of myself that way, said Tacitus. Before the conversation could continue, a scream was heard from a room in the gay bar.

Did you hear that, said Nick.

Yea there’s a scream upstairs let’s hurry, I think we found our killers, said Tacitus as he and Nick ran upstairs.

Before the two men could even stick the syringe to their necks, they barged through the doors.

Freeze we have you surrounded, said Tacitus(Will).

Feeling cornered, they pushed the victim aside and attempted to rush the officer.

Now the officer did not bring there weapons and in order to blend they kept them outside.

As the man came toward Tacitus, his fighter instincts started to kick in and he started grabbing both men by the hand that held the syringe and squeezed there pressure points till they lose grip strength to drop the syringe and pushed one to the side and begin to cuff the other.

Nick was behind Tacitus and when he heard one that was pushed aside make a thud noise, he rushed through with no second to spare and aided in cuffing him.

After this, Tacitus then called for back up to take them to the police car and have them arrested thus ending there spree as the couple killer for tonight.

Take them back to the cells for tonight, we’ll get them in jail in the morning when the higher up gets back in the morning, said Tacitus.

Hey Sergeant, all is good, said Nick.

Yes they are all token care of, good job Nick, I’m very proud of you, said Tacitus.

Now what Sergeant, said Nick.

No, we’re good, you can take it easy , you worked hard enough, said Tacitus as he gave a warm comforting pat on Nick shoulder.

But before he could step in his car to get back to the office and go home,

“Hey Nick, said Tacitus.

Yes sir, said Nick.

I know this is unprofessional, but do you want to come over and meet me at my house after work, said Tacitus(Will).

Yes sir, I would like to, said Nick with a feeling that he was lighter on his feet like he could fly.

And so after they finished there business at the office, they drove over to Tacitus’s house sometime later that night and begin getting comfortable.

They began to talk and laugh together about old memories of their personal and work life together up to that point while enjoying a glass of wine. Will begins to think to himself as they talked,

“It was a beautiful sight, you would never picture how an introvert could go from a stoic cold front to an open and warm extrovert personality.”

As the night continued, they began to become more closer and comfortable on a “spiritual and personal level”. Not only were they sitting close like “two peas in a pod”, but as the night went on, a spark of passion begin to ignite in them, a spark that one would get when two people feel like they understand each other in a way words can’t, silence would surround and action would have to prove.

That spark was a passion that could no longer be contained and it showed as they began to kiss. It escalated to tongue kissing, and as things usually go forth, they begin to take off each other shirts and as Tacitus(Will) proceeds to pick up Nick and carry him to his room, they begin to kiss one another from their head down to there chest.

When they finally made it to Tacitus room, he then lays Nick on his back as both finishes taking off the remaining clothes.

When done, Tacitus then takes the lead as he makes his way towards Nick, who is already signaling what he wants next turn toward the bed.

Tacitus(Will) took the signal and began the next round as pushed Nick on his stomach and plunges his hard and erect cock into his hole.

As Tacitus plunges his cock in and out, moans of pleasure that came from both of them filled the room.

Tacitus while this is going on, slowly closes down on Nick and starts kissing around his neck going toward his face, eventually both are kissing each others lips.

After a while, they begin to reach the point of climax and not able to contain it any longer. With tension increasing so much that one could here the sounds of heart beats, both began to cum at the same time, Nick over the bed and his abs and Tacitus let loose in filling Nick’s hole, which only made him cum again.

Both spent and drain from all the sexual energy spent begin to lay down, wrapped into each embrace, not just by their bodies, but a strong bond of kindred spirits.

As the dusk of the morning slowly rose, while both were still asleep, Will begins to exit out of Tacitus’s mouth in his astral form back into his human one.

“Man, that was one of my best experiences in all my possession and I’ve never been an introvert before, this has been a good experiment and I will definitely write about this one in one of my stories. After all the best one are the ones you experienced yourself, haha, said Will as he looked over Tacitus and Nick lustfully.

Nick then got Tacitus phone already knowing his code unlocks it and takes a picture of them to send to his phone as he tries to lustfully and discreetly hide his boner.

Aftermath(Conclusion)

When Will was about to sneak out, a voice came out and said,

Hey, said Tacitus with a demanding tone.

Will then turn around slowly in shock.

Your that guy from the gym, said Tacitus.

No, you confused me with someone else, said Will.

“You also been in my body these past few days, I’m not mad, I’m actually kinda of glad you did, you took the extra mile to know me better and I also got a chance to better see the people around me and understand my psychology.

Maybe I underestimated you, you’re a socially intelligent guy”, said Tacitus.

Ah, no problem man, said Will.

You can call me your friend Will, and I will gladly train with you at the gym if you ever want a gym buddy, said Tacitus.

Hehehe, really, thanks bro, said Nick trying to contain his excitement.

Also, I know you really enjoy being in me, if you like, perhaps we can hang out or you can get inside me again,

I could really use your social skills to be better at communicating with others, said Tacitus.

Bet, I would love that whenever your down with it, Tac, said Nick.

(inspired by an anonymous ask that I lost, sorry!)

Call to Dennis, June 25, 2026-

Dennis: Hey M, what's up?

Mila: Dude, why’d you send me a Father’s Day card?

Dennis: *laughing* You got it.

Mila: Yeah, the Father's Day card? Dennis, I'm not even a dad. Why'd you send me that?

Dennis: I don't know. It just felt right for some reason.

Dennis: ...Actually, now that I think about it, it felt really right.

Mila: Dennis? What’s that supposed to even mean?”

Dennis: Come on, just humor me. Read the card.

Mila: Fine.

Mila: "Happy Father's Day to an amazing dad..."

Mila: Seriously, Dennis, this is weird—

Dennis: Come on keep reading.

Mila: "...Thanks for always being there for your kids..."

Wait. Kids?

(A deep creaking sound echoed through the room. Mila felt her body suddenly grow heavier.)

Mila: D-Dennis... something's happening...

Mila: My voice—why does my voice sound so deep?!

Dennis: Whoa. There it is.

Mila: "There it is"?! What does that mean?!

Mila: My chest—it's getting wider!

(Mila looked down in horror.)

Mila: AAAAAAHHHHH!

Dennis: Mila?!

Mila: My arms are huge! What the hell?!

Mila: I have biceps bigger than my head!

Dennis: Nice, bro, that’s bigger than mine. 

Mila: My stomach's changing—wait, no, that's not fat. That's muscle!

(Bones cracked. Shoulders broadened. Hair spread across Mila's chest and arms.)

Dennis: Remember that card?

Mila: God dammint, who is this possible!?

Dennis: I told you it was meant for you.

Mila: My face! I can feel a beard growing!

Dennis: Funny thing is... you've always talked about wanting to be a cool dad someday.

Mila: N-No I didn't—

Dennis: Sure you did, Mike.

Mila: Mike? Who's Mike?!

(The transformation surged to completion.)

Dennis: You are.

Mike: WHAT?!

Dennis: I get it man, those kids do something to your brain. The stress, it happens all the time.

Mike: Dennis, I look like I'm forty-five years old!… wait kids!

Dennis: Yep. Happy Father's Day, Mike.

click

- End of Call -

Mike slowly lowered the phone and stared into the mirror. Looking back at him was a towering, muscular middle-aged father with a thick beard, broad chest, and powerful build. Somehow, the Father's Day card on the table now made perfect sense.

"...I still have no idea why Dennis sent that card," he muttered.

A moment later, his phone buzzed.

"Don't forget to pick up the kids from soccer practice."

/includes: jock tf, getting handsomer, getting taller, gay to straight

Danny looked at Chris in shock. They hadn't seen each other in months, but they both had come back to their hometown for Thanksgiving. Since they were both in town, they decided to catch up over dinner.

Only the man in front of Chris wasn't the same 5'5" twiggy computer science major. The man in front of him was at least 6'3" nearly a foot taller than the old danny, and incredibly buff. Danny was never horrible looking to Chris but it was like a hollywood casting agent had replaced him. He was recognizable if you squinted enough, but the sharp jawline and giant brown eyes just drew you in.

"So what have you been up to man?" Danny was the first to break the silence.

"Uh not much, just school yaknow...."

Chris couldn't stop staring at his huge pecs. Not fully being able to make conversation

"How about you?"

"Oh not much! Recently I invented a new device that lets me change the fabric of reality."

Dan said with a smile, casually. His sensual voice singled out in the loud restraunt, it was like it was the only thing that Chris could focus on.

Chris didn't know how to respond, he watched danny pull out a small device that looked much like a normal smartphone. He tapped a few things and put it back in his pocket.

Suddenly he grew a few more inches to 6'10". His aura becoming much more enchanting, like he was the only thing in the universe thay existed.

As the waitress came over, she couldn't help but only look at the muscular adonis and not Chris.

"What can i get started for you guys?" She said, only looking at Danny.

"Actually, i think we changed our mind, we're gonna go somewhere else. Thank you so much for your help, heres a tip."

Danny said as he got up, gesturing for Chris to do the same. Chris hadn't seen him at his full height yet, it was stange to see his once best friend be a full foot taller than his own 5'10"

The waitress couldnt stop blushing as she just nodded and walked away, as chris stood up he realized he was fully erect.

"Haha already gunnin for it huh?" Danny said as he smirked, flexing his pecs.

---

They walked around a nearby park, chris dumbfounded unable to speak by the giant hunk next to him.

"So, i actually came to meet you for a reason."

Danny wanted him? He couldn't believe it. Chris looked up at him, surprised and blushing.

They both stopped walking as danny held chris' hands.

"I want you to serve me, Chris."

Suddenly, the ground dropped from underneath him as he buckled into himself, pure bliss and euphoria came over him as he came right there.

His limbs elongated and his shoulder broadened as they filled out with muscle. He moaned as his voice dropped a few octaves.

"I want you to take on the persona of a dumb straight frat bro."

Chris clutched his head as he felt his hands grow bigger, his mind losing memories of being any sort of intellectual. He had gotten by with his looks and athletic ability alone, and thats all he needed.

He stood up as his package slithered down his newly formed sweatpants.

"Now look at me pretty boy."

Danny grabbed him by the jaw as his face reformed into a much more appealing form. His jawline sharpened as his eyes lightened. Cheekbones rising as his face became perfectly symmetrical. Danny whispered in his hear one more time

"We're gonna be a couple, but you will be in denial. Girls dont do it like i do."

Danny gave him a long sloppy kiss as he trailed down his new muscular body, making sure to trace each nipple as he licked his way down his taut muscular defined torso.

Chris moaned as he felt danny start bobbing on his 10 inch member. He had never felt anyone's tongue be so skilled. This was far better than any girl he's ever had sex with.

Danny was pleasuring himself as sucked chris off, his huge 18 inch python calling for Chris' hole.

As chris came over and over again he looked down at his bro. Covered in cum.

"Now its your turn to serve me, turn around."

Chris fell into the grass. Pulling down his sweats, his muscular ass straight up in the air, pulsating as it felt it's master so close to it.

Danny felt his slick in his hands as he continued to massage it. He flopped it around a little as he held it by the thick veiny base.

"No homo though though, right?"

Mind control has given me a bit of a complex. When I see an attractive guy out in the wild, my instinct isn't to flirt or say hi. I just get started fucking their brain before they can even register the violation.

Take this oddly charming officer for example...

"Sir, could you step back from the vehicle?" he commands casually.

A quick poke inside and I feel how bored he is. Police are in the area for some incident, but he was stuck with the all-important job of guarding the car. At this point in his career, the luster of authority has worn off. Ordering around civilians like me has become second nature to him. The control is mundane.

Not for me.

"You look like you need something to do," I snicker, taking a step closer...

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OnlyFans was very proud of the new feature that they were rolling out, and they should have been, considering just how much money was spent on it. It was the ability for a content creator to be able to literally swap bodies with one of their random viewers in a livestream. They could only get the tech to work during a livestream, but creators and fans didn’t mind, as they were focused on revenue and potentially being the one to swap into their favorite creator’s body, respectively. Reno Gold, one of OnlyFan’s biggest gay content creators, was tapped to be one of the first to use the new feature. 

After he logged on to the livestream and smiled, with his new tongue ring on display, fans began rolling in, including one mega-fan of Reno’s, Zeno. He was excited for the possibility of swapping with the one and only Reno Gold. However, his hopes were a bit dashed when he noticed the number of viewers just kept rising and rising. True, there was always the possibility that he could be the one that was selected, but it got harder and harder with more people present. Reno was constantly flexing and showing off for his fans, eventually getting nude before it was time for the swap to actually happen. 

“Hey, everybody, the swap’s about to, like, happen! People won’t be allowed in while the swap process is ongoing, so that means, like, all of you here right now have the shot of taking a spin in my body, teeheehee! Okay, and let’s start the process!” Reno then pressed a button on his side on the screen, and a wheel appeared on both sides, meaning his and the viewer’s, filled with the names and pictures of all of the viewers currently watching the livestream. The wedges of the wheel were tiny, since there were so many viewers, but OnlyFans had anticipated that this might happen, especially with some content creators, and they were prepared. 

Reno then pressed another button on his end, and the wheel began spinning rapidly. “Oh, I hope it lands on me,” Zeno thought, although he could no longer tell where his wedge was on the wheel. After a few seconds, it started to slow down, and it got slower and slower until it finally stopped, just getting caught on the next wedge. The name and picture on the wedge then flashed on both of the screens. Zeno couldn’t believe his eyes when the name and picture finally became visible and it was “ZenoValDennis69” and his profile pic!

“Congrats ZenoValDennis69!” Reno said, with a chuckle. “From, like, what they’ve told me, the swap should be happening any second now.” The viewers then watched Reno wince in pain as a sharp shooting sensation went through his entire body. Zeno felt the same thing, and by the time the pain had gone away, they were in for quite the surprise. They had actually truly swapped bodies. Zeno couldn’t believe that he was in the body of the blonde sex god, and it certainly showed. 

He took the time to explore his body, starting with his biceps. Zeno had bicep peaks for the first time, and his arms now were so much bigger than they were in his old body. He did a classic Reno Gold lick of his bicep muscles and generally just felt them up, much to the delight of the viewers. Some of the other viewers were pissed that they weren’t selected, while others were shocked that the whole thing actually worked out. Regardless, Zeno was having the time of his life and had moved down and across his body and was now exploring his pecs. 

He had pecs that jutted out from his body now, and very sensitive nipples, apparently. He moaned in pleasure as his hands brushed across them, and he continued to moan as he cupped his pecs and made them bounce for a little bit as well. Zeno then moved down his body to his six-pack of abs, chiseled and clearly delineated. He made sure to flex and make them pop even more as he traced the lines that he was making. He explored his abs for a couple minutes before moving onto his ass. 

Zeno turned around so that his new perky bubble butt was on display to all of the viewers. He slapped his ass a few times and spread his cheeks wide open, giving the viewers a taste of his pink hole. Zeno even went so far as to stick a finger up his hole, assuming that Reno had douched before starting the livestream, and he was right. He was a bit shocked by just how easily his finger made his way inside his hole, especially considering how tight it looked on the camera. He then turned back around and sniffed his finger for his fans with that fetish, and then finally decided to play with his cock. 

It had been rock-hard ever since the swap happened, and it had taken a lot of willpower for Zeno not to touch it before now. It had been dripping pre-cum for quite some time before Zeno touched it, and he once again moaned in pleasure as his hands graced his cock for the first time. He was surprisingly good at edging himself and prolonging the pleasure, even in an entirely new body, and the viewers got a treat as Zeno brought himself to the edge of orgasm numerous times before letting his cock get somewhat flaccid again. 

However, all good things must come to an end, and Zeno just couldn’t hold off any longer. He blew a massive load all over his chest, covering his pecs and his abs in his thick and creamy cum. The cumshot lasted for a solid twenty seconds, Reno likely having refrained from cumming for a few days prior. Zeno ate up some of his cum on camera as well, and then got ready to change back. He could finally click the annoying prompt that had been showing up on the screen ever since the swap. 

“Are you ready to swap back?” it read. Yes, Zeno thought to himself, and clicked on it. Reno himself was anticipating this moment, as the body he was currently in wasn’t up to his standards, although it wasn’t as bad as he was expecting it might be. Both men were ready for the intense searing pain to come back, but it didn’t. Zeno clicked on the button a few more times, wondering just what the fuck was going on. Eventually, an error message popped up. 

“We are terribly sorry, but we are having difficulties swapping you back. Please wait and try again later. Error Code X0000275.”

“I’m stuck in the body of a porn star!?” Zeno announced to the viewers, incredulously. He quickly made sure to end the stream and then started up a chat with ZenoValDennis69. 

“Hey, so I’m stuck in your body until further notice,” Zeno said. 

“What the fuck, dude!? I was told there were failsafes so that shit like this wouldn’t happen!”

“I mean, I did try to change back, but it threw an error code, and I didn’t want the fans freaking out either.”

“Well, at least you fuckin’ tried. So, how long am I stuck in this body?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m going to reach out to support as you and see if we can get this all squared away.”

“Okay.” Zeno did just that, and he was quite surprised by the quick turnaround that they had. However, the answer was not what he was expecting. Apparently, the swapping function was not ready for primetime and should have never been implemented in the first place. There were only a few content creators who were stuck in other people’s bodies, but Reno Gold was definitely one of the biggest ones to get stuck. Zeno relayed the message back to Reno, who was understandably pissed yet again. There was nothing either man could do, though. Zeno loved that he was living in the body of a porn star, but he knew that there was a lot of stuff he didn’t know. 

So, Reno became Zeno’s “sex trainer,” for lack of better terminology. 

It’s far from perfect. There are continuity issues, a few mistakes here and there, and plenty of AI shenanigans. But I had a blast making it and I think it’s worth sharing anyway.

All the credit in the world goes to the amazing @misctf for writing the original story and for letting me share this. 👊🏽

[Thank you to @twistedtfs for contributing the second image for this not-so-short story.]

That’s my boyfriend, Blake, lying down, and me, Tyler, lying on him. As you might be able to tell, I’m a top. Not that he and I actually do anal all that often. It’s a lot of work, honestly, and a lot of cleanup. We often prefer just trading blowjobs, which is what we’re getting ready to do right now.

We’re on a time crunch, anyway. I’m on my lunch break at the law firm where I work, and he’s about to start his closing shift at the art supply store.

Just as I’m kissing my way down to Blake’s waistband, his phone starts blaring Chappell Roan’s “Pink Pony Club.” Again. This is the fifth time that an unknown number has called in the past three minutes. Blake blocked the last three callers, but the calls keep coming from different numbers, so it isn’t working.

“Ugh, might as well see what they want,” grumbles Blake. I reluctantly roll off of him and he gets up, walking over to the bureau and answering his phone. “Who is this?”

I palm my tented briefs and he winks at me as he says, “No, I’m sorry, you have the wrong-”

Suddenly, his eyes go glassy.

(A commission story for a client!! Please enjoy, if anyone wants early access to anything join the patreon and the patreon server!!!, enjoy the porn!) _____________________ PJ and Theo were at the top of their game. Not just in football where they had gotten their university scholarships that not only kept them enrolled but kept the school very happy with their star athletes. But also in partying, lifting and scoring bitches every time they went out for pussy patrol. Tonight would be no different, a fraternity mixer between Beta Omega Upsilon (BOY) and a rival fraternity Kappa Omega Kappa (kok) was happening. Sure it meant they had to deal with the campus fags a little bit but it also meant all their progressive besties that BOY’s had trouble getting a chance with would be there tonight. So they were going to suck it up, drink their pansy ass alcohol and have a good time.

PJ was almost done getting ready, he was a total cleancut jock. The kicker on their football team and one of BOY’s cleanest (reputation) guys on campus. He was your typical finance bro who would tout big numbers but struggle in almost any science or humanities course leaving him slightly lack luster in everyday conversation. So sure he could score a hookup, maybe even a date but most people seeking courtship, relationships, would ditch him as soon as they could. Which had obviously led the jock to develop some type of chip on his shoulder. An insecurity he couldn’t shake so he would just overcompensate, flash money and cash whenever and wherever he could or have more meaningless hookups.

Wearing a letterman jacket with a simple white t-shirt and chain. He was giving more football fuckboy than anything else and with those tight jeans wrapped around his legs like ceram wrap it's not hard to imagine him getting some attention. Attention that he didn’t know would be the last thing he wanted.

“Fucking hell trying to get you out of the house is worse then trying to get a chick to leave!” PJ says as they walk down the frat row. A lot of the CO-eds were already getting drunk, music blaring in the air creating that noise complaint atmosphere cops just LOVED.

“Bro chill the fuck out i just wanted to look good tonight for the chicks is that so bad?” Theo asks as he takes a few quick steps ahead. Theo, while dumber than PJ, was not an idiot. He could always tell that his frat brother was annoyed and or jealous of him. For whatever reason he couldn’t discern but he did know that feeling so he did his best to navigate it.

“As long as you don’t poach one of my babes were good bro. You can’t pull what you did last time at Gamma Gamma Gamma’s Luau celebration!” He says it like he's trying to bitch slap Theo, like Theo had committed some ultimate sin at a frat party instead of just having fun!

“Bro, i didn’t poach shit, they have free will and a mind of their own. Its not like anyone or anything was controlling them or making them want to sleep with me bro. That shit is not on me. Would be kinda hot to have control like that though bro!” he tries to lighten it up at the end, Theo isn’t a guy for conflict its just not in him. The two have been bros for basically ever and he doesn't want to ruin that with some silly fight.

“Would be kind of hot, listen I'm just asking for you to not cramp on my game okay! I need tonight!” They are at this point infront of FAG house- KOK’s Frat house, the openly gay frat on campus. They both said silent, homophobic prayers before stepping foot on the grounds, the beats were pumping in the air. The front lawn had plenty of people half naked, dancing, drinking and smoking. Sadly for these boys it was majority men on the outside, more than half brandishing some level of pride flag as they danced together in drunken revelry. 

When they had seen the pride flag they had initially been repulsed, their “anti-woke” mindset not loving the idea of sharing a space with anyone who is different then them but free booze, possible new chicks to bang and a night not wasted. Sign them the fuck up, PJ could get the fuck over it if he was drunk enough and it seemed like there was plenty, just no fag should hit on him if they wanted to keep those pansy faces nice. Theo was again a much nicer, kinder being! It would be a shame to not let new people gaze at the glory of him. Sure he didn’t like fa- gay men but they always praised his muscles and bought him drinks so as long as they fed his ego he was okay with teasing and flirting back. Still uncomfortable but a different flavor.

“I swear to god dude the booze and babes better be bangin or i’m out in the first hour!” PJ quickly tells theo, his wingman who has a history of in Pj’s mind staying in places too long.

“Dude come on, its the start of an all night RAGER, you know KOK throws some of the biggest parties on campus, live a little, relax, plus they apparently have a great DJ scheduled tonight.” Theo says before he runs ahead being waved inside by one of their frat mates while PJ scout’s outside, going along the side of the house to the backyard where a DJ a dj setup is certainly being put up. He gets lost in all the equipment and decorations. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.It might be better than the lame as speakers they have at their own parties.

“Admiring the equipment!” An effeminate blonde haired twink lisps out, he’s in a mesh long sleeve neon green crop top, his midriff a fully toned stomach with jeans that look painted on. His ass barely contained by the denim prison he calls pants. His hands are covered in rings and his wrist adorned with so many bracelets it could probably all be used for reps if he tried working out. This was not the vibe PJ would go for. Hell he was pretty sure this was not the vibe any of his frat would go for.

“Uh… uh yeah bro it's really nice, can’t wait to hear the DJ’s set!” nice conversation PJ thinks to himself. Last thing he wants is to get kicked out and as long as the fag freak doesn’t come onto him they are both more then fine! If only he knew more about who or what this fag freak was.

“Oh I think you will LOVE my set, I geared it towards both frats tonight, KOK’s president, Everrett. Such a doll I owed him a HUGE favor from another gig and so I was happy for him to cash it out here!” Fucking great the bigot thought. This fairy freak is the DJ. It's going to be all pop nonsense, no good music whatsoever. He didn’t realize his surface thoughts could be heard by the DJ. How could he, PJ exists in the belief that everything was normal, mundane and the most magical thing he believed was in church but only on holidays. Ofcourse PJ’s mind latched onto the favor part, imagining that fag on his knees for a slightly bigger, toned masculine fag that he had made up. The thought made his stomach twist and turn but it was enough ammunition for the twink.

“I’m sure I will bro, but are you sure you’ll play any real music, music BOY members will know? I mean me and my bro Theo probably don’t even know any of that gay shit, no offense” he was picking fun at the twink. It really was just another way of talking down to him which is all PJ really knew how to do at the end of the day, talk down to people! Something that would be his undoing, especially if he kept doing it to this specific waifish dj twink.

“Oh I’m sure if you don’t know any, then by the end of the night you will!” he said it with a wink, thinking that would be the end of it so that he could walk away and just start his set. The music was going to change minds, open people up, make them receptive but this jack ass just had to keep talking. PJ loved talking.

The goal tonight was to promote unity and undo division between the frats. The entire campus had been feeling tense since last Halloween when ASZ had to be quarantined due to a himbo oil outbreak. So this was one way to try and make everyone relax, two of the major frats meeting up and partying with booze, music and each other.

“Nah bro, atleast put on some edm or rap dude. You can play your pansy ass pop shit when I manage to grab some pussy and dip!” PJ laughs it out to himself like what he’s saying is hilarious and not entirely insulting and possibly derogatory. 

The DJ twink just grins, his back was turned to PJ as he had been making his way to his station so he couldn’t see the malice spreading on his face, or how his fingernails which had an assortment of designs started to glow. He didn’t see a need in letting this asshole talk himself deeper into a hole or insulting him more, he would fix the problem, sure some other people (did douchebag frat boys who were bigots really count) would be caught in the crossfire but who didn’t want a more inclusive campus.

“You know, I think I’ll be able to get you something we both want!” His voice somehow echoes as he gets into position on the lifted stage. PJ just shrugs taking it as a win, maybe the fucking twig or twink or whatever they are called can actually do his job and entertain him is what he’s thinking when he makes his way inside the frat house trying to find Theo. It seems like he’s talking to some ridiculously buff dude in just some obnoxious neon pink shorts. He was taller then both of us, super tan with tattoos, a literal adonis, if it wasn’t for the classic “gay voice” i wouldn’t have got that he was a fag and asked if he wanted to hit the gym.

“.... I promise none of the guys at KOK bite, we’re just wanting to reach out and build more community and solidarity with you guys at BOY.” He puts his hand on Theo’s shoulder, flashing a bright smile. Theo lets out a laugh, maybe even a giggle, he never giggles, was he being flirted with by a fairy and falling for it. PJ had to step in to intervene somehow right? Wasn’t there something in bro code about not letting bros become cocksuckers. About only banging chicks and if need be saying no homo before a quick brojob.

“No, no I believe you. I think this is a good idea, I mean a party between us… BROS yeah between us bros and getting to know each other beyond just frat identities is so great dude, god I don’t know what it is uh..” He pauses before the man speaks.

“Everett!” Everett, literal golden adonis informs him of his name, his hand running down from his shoulder to the small of PJ bro’s back. PJ swore he could almost see Theo shiver, biting his lip and holding back a whimper. God his bro was fagging out hard. Maybe if both of them fell for the KOK president

‘I mean I get it, this man screamed… well he screamed man. Even his smell, this pure, unadulterated earthy musk that made me sniff the air was the epitome of masculinity. Maybe I was fagging out to as I looked him up and down, admiring the curvature of his muscles, the way his shorts were straining not just against this massive bulge in the front, but his ass made the fabric look painted on. God the idea of ripping those shorts off with my teeth, the image of his cock slapping against my face PULSED in my mind, over and over again like a blight camera flash, disorienting me. Fuck, stop it, okay lets get Theo out of here,’ The thoughts racing through PJ’s mind are so loud and panicked. The pulsing magic of Faggy pres over there frightened him and made him want to leave. Before Theo could say another word PJ acted fast and slapped his hand on Theo’s other shoulder. Grabbing both attention.

“Hey dude I think i saw a keg out back, mind helping me tap that! Sorry to interrupt Everett!” The adonis, the head of KOK (as he would soon learn) just smiled and waved me off, Theo looked confused as I pulled him away, his eyes blinking rapidly as I made our way back to the backyard. The DJ looked like he was finishing setting up, a few others had made there way out here.

“Dude theres… There's no keg!” Theo sounded even dumber than I remembered him to be, his head shaking. God that guy was like frying his brain somehow, or maybe he had been roofied? Did gay guys roofie people? I decided tough love was the only solution to save my bro. Tough love equals a slap to the face, something I had wanted to do forever.

“Snap out of it Theo!” PJ’s hand hits across his face with a loud smack, the way his cheek recoils and his face turns leaves the jock stunned. A red mark making itself clear on his once pale pristine porcelain skin but it all seems to do the trick. He looks genuinely concerned, one hand on his cheek, his eyes wide while the other one points to him and then Everett and then himself again. Gobsmacked by the actions just taken at the KOK frat house. No one could have prepared him for this, for falling prey very quickly and briefly to the ancient horny magics of a fat president.

“Fuck dude, i was like totally gaying out there. I was like half a second from getting on my knees and trying to suck his cock through his shorts. You like totally saved my life dude thank you!” He puts his hands on PJ’s shoulders, smiling like a damn idiot, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. God he was also feeling that strongly. This place was dangerous, they needed to leave. Not just now, yesterday otherwise they were gonna become some fags plaything.

“Don’t thank me yet, lets get out of here, and quick maybe hit up a bar. This is no place for alphas like us!” PJ puffs up his chest as he says this, trying to appear bigger, stronger, maybe even taller then his friend Theo. For someone smarter and with more use of their brain it wouldn’t have worked but PJ knew he was working with a himbo. Theo nodded, accepting his role as follower and willing to do whatever PJ said or did.

The boys were starting to walk away, their footfalls heavy and stride long, hell they were almost out of the backyard when the speakers came to life. Static filling the air making the soon to be captive audience stand still. PJ and Theo’s escape was halted and as PJ took deep shallow breaths all he could think from the slight feedback of the sound system was that the damn twink was going to play some fruity bull shit. So self absorbed and “mighty” he forgot that he and his friend had almost been converted by a gay magic frat president.

“Hello my party people, girls gays and theys I hope you are ready for a fun night and for all those who I didn’t address don’t worry I’ll get to you soon!” The DJ gives a quick hand signal before beginning his set. His mic turns off and a basic beat starts to play. Some of the audience is already getting into it, the PULSE of the base thrumming through the crowd. The electronic sound gets past everyone's ears and magically syncs with their brains as it makes it to where anyone within vicinity of the initial music will always hear it.

The boys, the alpha males they are, immediately feel something off, something faggy about this beat. With their initial experience with KOK’s Frat president being so fret with danger they quickened their pace. But no matter how far they got the music stayed the same volume. Same PULSING! They stopped in their tracks, trying to speak to each other but couldn’t hear each other underneath all this music. Their voices drowned out by synth that only PULSED louder, their hands racing up to cover their ears in vain

“Get ready for the RUSH!” The twink says as the actual song starts. Troye Sivan blaring in everyones ears, the gay frat members already dancing. Grinding against each other before Troye even gets to sing the first line

cock

I feel the rush

Addicted to your touch

PJ feels that PULSE again, now being carried by Troye Sivan’s silky voice, feeling a breath on his neck as his hips start to move against his will, perfectly in beat with the song. His hand leave his ears, his eyes are wide as his body has a mind of its own. His arms move down, his hands going underneath his shirt to feel up the muscle he worked so hard for. He cringes so hard, this isn’t how he moves, he’s not some flaming FAGG- PULSE PULSE PULSE- the word dies in his mind, losing most of its negative connotation. But still he doesn’t move like some fairy twink, hips going side to side, ass jiggling as much as it can when its tightly wrapped in denim.

Theo was experiencing something very similar, although where PJ was moving in place, hips swinging back and forth Theo found himself walking behind his best bro. His hands going to the side of PJ’s torso as they ran against the fabric. His crotch being rubbed against as his bro kept moving back forth almost grinding.

PJ was trying to tell him to stop but the words “Addicted to your touch” PULSED in his mind and he couldn’t help but feel excited, and thrilled. “Nothing Gay or faggy about me and bro dancing right… fuck no”

Big communication, tell me what you want

Theo’s voice starts to break through, groaning as his bro keeps stimulating his cock. His voice getting deeper, gruffer, he feel the PULSES raking through his body, his mind on fire. The thoughts the Frat Pres implanted earlier come back, louder, hornier but less specific. Less centered on serving Everett, more focused on men, all men. His mind is blurring as everything heats up, losing himself quickly to the sound. His lack of intellect is a terrible defense as he submits to the DJ’s Mix wicked desire. Giving in more and more to its superior horny gay music. Why think when you can dance?

“Fuck, clothes feel tight, bro… you.. Feel… good…take, clothes… off” he manages to get out. PJ is stunned. What the fuck, thats not his friends voice he thinks, and he def wouldn’t be telling him to disrobe infront of all these gay guys. No wya PJ would.. Fuck his hands were allready stripping his shirt off of him. Showing off his scruffy, built torso. His pectorals glistening underneath the party lights, his pelt of hair sweaty, arms flexing as they throw the shirt away. He feels his position changed, Theo’s arms on his shoulder as he thrusts back his muscular globes stressing the blue denim to their limits. God he loves when Theo touches him, the more contact he makes with Pj’s body, the better PJ feels.

Translate your vibration, let your body talk to me

Baby love, if you wanna show me what

You've been schemin' up, if you wanna (Let go)

Trust the simulation, don't you let it break

Every stimulation, promise I can take

What you wanna give? Boy, you better show me what

You've been schemin' up

PULSE

Both the boys feel the verse PULSE through them, PJ is trying to fight, his heart beating faster, unsure of how to escape this terrifying power. His friend obviously lost. He wills his legs to let him turn to face his friend. It takes all his strength but as he gets there. Instead of his friend's gorgeous boy next door looks, piercing eyes staring back at him, there is this glowing pink blur overtaking his features. It PULSES brighter and brighter till PJ has to close his eyes and realize nothing has changed right? His friend's once pale complexion was replaced with a perfect sunkissed tan, but that makes sense Theo loves working outside under the hot sun at the beach, he hasn’t been pale in years. His face is now covered in facial hair, it's always been that way though, Theo always has a full hot sexy…. Not sexy… not gay… SEXY BEARD. Cheekbones are so much higher, lips perfectly plump and nose strong and sturdy… WEVE ALWAYS WANTED TO FEEL HIS FACE PRESSED AGAINST OURS….. His eyes somehow were even more empty and dull, his brow bone extended further giving him this neanderthal look. His hair is hidden underneath his classic baseball cap he always has turned backwards… IT MAKES HIM LOOK SO MASC.

Theo’s hands find their way to the small of PJ’s back, before finally landing on his ass. Hands that start to blur just like his face did, fingers growing longer, thicker, palms becoming wider as they take up both cheeks. Fingers digging in becoming more possessive, hungry, the denim prison containing PJ’s best asset starts to unravel leaving him in his underwear allowing his best bro better access to his ass. PJ’s thick, delicious ass, always attracting the wrong attention PULSES, as if the thing infecting his friend, changing him is spreading with touch. He has to bite his lips, moans and groans fighting to escape from sheer pleasure. 

He feels his body betray him. He panics more, this heavy, hot pleasure from his bros touch is making him squirm, his hips now grinding his crotch into Theos. His cock is getting so hard, its leaking all eight inches of pure masculine, straight, virility now leaking pre as he's forced to grind against his fully clothed bro in his underwear. He should be horrified, screaming, throwing up but his face refuses to emote that, when he’s not biting his lip, he is smiling like a fool or his eyes are rolling in the back of his head. He can feel himself getting smaller, his inner voice, his consciousness getting drowned out by the music. Its louder then his thoughts, its just so easy to give in, to submit, to do what the music is saying.

You got my heartbeat racin'

My body blazin'

They both light up in pink gay horny magic, their bodies pulsing. Theo’s neck grows thicker to match his more masculine face. His shoulders start to broaden, his spine stretching as he grows taller. His pecs inflate as pounds of muscles pile on, fat melting from his body as his abs cobble themselves into a six pack and his waist trims out , the red shirt he’s wearing strains as his biceps BULGE and his triceps become perfect corded muscles that lead to his thick hands. He finds himself picking up PJ who stares in confusion, the last vestiges of himself witnessing his bro, the boy next door becoming an adonis before his eyes.

PJ’s heart starts beating faster, he feels this PULSING HEAT thrum through him, the pink glow on his skin, on his friends skin and the sudden growth and realizes just how fucked he is. It only gets worse as the PULSE gets hotter, his heart faster and he sees the pelt of hair, all of his body hair disintegrates. Years of lifting and hard work vanish as his body becomes slim, any excess fat from his torso, his face, his legs vanishes or redistributes as his ass becomes fatter, more round and bubblier. His voice, his moans become whinier as he’s slowly carried into the house. His face, once masculine in a privileged douchebag way, softens, his nose becomes button like, his brows perfectly manicured, his lips perfect dick sucking lips. His hair which had been short lengthens and styles itself perfect.

I feel the rush

PJ feels himself get thrown down onto a mattress face first, his body landing with his ass in his air. Like it just naturally knows its purpose.  PULSE He doesn’t know how quickly they found the room, or what's happening or what he’s doing. PULSE. PJ actually DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING. His mind starts to feel foggy, his eyes take on this pink tinge. The entire situation which had been so worrisome, so scary,. The loss of agency, him and his bro transforming, basically being naked was just… FUNNY. He couldn’t help but giggle.

He hears a belt being undone before it's tossed to the floor and a man raises a gruff voice. “Move your head here bitch!” he turns to see Theo his best BRO- FUCK BUDDY pointing to the edge of the bed, one hand unzipping his pants before letting his cock flop out. Commando was SOOOO HOT. PJ couldn’t help but listen, but thats cause PJ doesn’t think, PJ FOLLOWS PJ OBEYS.

Addicted to your touch

PJ moves his head to the edge of the bed, and feels his fuck buddy, his DOM TOP, his MASTER arrange his head so that his head is upside down on the bed, his jaw wide open. That below average cock theo has glorious, amazing leaking dick above him is glowing pink, just like PJ’s own monster- PATHETIC DICKLET. PJ needs to feel it in his mouth, in his throat he’s desperate for it. His throat feels so empty. The way it just wags back and forth teasing him as Theo’s balls are just out of reach of his nose and tongue is so unfair.

Oh, I feel the rush

“Are you gonna be a good boy and take all ten inches boy?” he asks PJ, Pj nods furiously, too dumb to talk when a dick is out. It makes his master laugh. PJ was such an idiot smetimes, good thing he had an idiot master to lead him around too.

It's so good, it's so good

When Theo finally does plunge his cock deep into PJ’s throat its like heaven the way it just glides in. the PULSE erasing PJ”s gag reflex. His throat horny, hungry, desperate to be filled that it flexes around the fuckstick.

I feel the rush

PJ’s eyes start to roll back, the pleasure so intense. Its everything he ever wanted. Sinking all the way until Theo’s balls are right on his nose, this deep masculine musk and sweat melting his mind as he rests there. Letting his fag adjust. 

Addicted to your touch

Untill he starts to slowly pull out till just the head of his cock is on the fag’s lips. PJ immediately starts to lick the head, his nose breathing for him as he catches his breath, he even tries to reach for more of his masters cock but feels him hold him back, one hand on his chest as he stops and lets him start the real fucking.

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

So good when we slow gravity, so good

It's so good, it's so good

Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good

It's so good, it's so good

Theo taking more control decides to slam back down into his twink, memories of fucking him senseless start to play in his mind. Of claiming this bitch freshman year, of rushing KOK together. Of taking him for dates, sharing him with the frat. Nights out after exams at the park, fucking on the beach. A full life replaces the old dreadful one as he starts seesawing into HIS FAGGOT’s EMPTY THROAT. He can feel the vibration of PJ’s moans on his dick. The way his boy loses control as he’s used and abused, god it gets him to close. But he doesn’t just want to cum in his throat, he pulls out with a plop. His cock slick with saliva, a trail following after he leaves. He motions for his boy, who looks so tired to flip over. He does so without any question, presenting his brief covered ass into the air, his back arching and face pressed against the strangers bed.

PJ’s Mind is on fire, memories of being some alpha male being burned to ash as the center of his world becomes servicing and pleasing cocks. Falling head over heels for the most masculine man he had been roomed with freshmen year. Sneaking into that man’s bed late at night, pulling off the covers and taking slow licks along his shaft, daring him to wake up with every single one. The way his lips felt wrapped around that shaft, how much better it felt when he felt Theo’s hand firmly grasp his head and shove it all the way down to the hilt. How it felt when he first fucked PJ’s bussy.

Pass your boy the heatwave

, recreate the sun

Take me to the feeling

, boy, you know the one

Kiss it when you're done, man, this shit is so much fun

Pocket rocket

 gun

Theo Tears PJ’s briefs into two. Split right down the middle, the fabric already weak from holding back the biggest thing on the thin twink’s body, his ass. He doesn’t waste any time does he? No Theo spreads those cheeks, looking at that beautiful, still tight pink hole, it was winking, PULSING at him, begging to be played, he started to lean forward. The bristle of his beard already tickling the twink, making him giggle and moan with anticipation.

We finally manage

You got my heartbeat (Heartbeat) racin' (Racin')

My body blazin'

I feel the rush

Addicted to your touch

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

I feel the rush

PJ could feel that emptiness that was in his throat start to grow in his hole, he was moaning and groaning hands finding their way to his own ass as he spread it further, thrusting back right onto Theo’s Face. His lips and tongue making contact as another PULSE rang through them. Theo and PJ felt that same addictive rush, the need to feel eachother this same way again. Theo Taking long, sensual licks around PJ’s hole before spearing it slightly with his tongue. PJ’s hands grabbing the back of Theo’s head to get him to do more, to hurry as his ate was eaten. It went on for minutes but it felt like lifetimes, to both men, heaven as Theo kept Pj right on the edge like a good dom top should, PJ’s pathetic dicklet just a constant stream of pre. Even though the bottom wanted more, deeper, harder he now craved the feeling of theo’s beard on his cheeks and tongue deep in his hole.

Addicted to your touch

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

Theo eventually pulled away, both boys saddened to leave their new favorite activity, but Theo knew they were both too close and he needed to feel that tight hole wrapped around his dick. He grabbed onto both hips, his twink whimpering begging, mind fully numbed, eyes glassy forever with a pink twinge and smiled. Before thrusting all the way in. They were both prepped, they were both lubed and PJ was so loose from all the foreplay that all ten inches of monster cock slid right through him. But Theo wasn’t satisfied with one thrust who would be.

So good when we slow gravity, so good

It's so good, it's so good

Breathe one, two, three, take all of me, so good

It's so good, it's so good

It's so good, it's so good

It's so good, it's so good

By: wannabedumb

Jake was walking home from the gym, to pick up his books for class, when a black SUV pulled up beside him. The driver’s window slid down an inch and a voice from inside asked “Need a lift, stranger?” 

Ordinarily Jake wouldn’t ever get into a strange car, but the voice just sounded… trustworthy? Y’know? So he shrugged, said “sure” and opened the rear door. He buckled himself in and the car took off.

“Thanks for the lift, pal” said Jake to the driver.

“My pleasure. Anything to help out a stranger. You looked in a hurry anyway. Off to class?”

“Yeah, home then class. Had to grab some books.” Jake found the voice intimidating, it was authoritative, but so kind. He felt his heart racing every time he spoke.

“What’s the class you’re heading to?” it asked, sending electricity down Jake’s spine

“Just some intro to biochemistry,” said Jake. “It’s really tough. I wasn’t expecting to have to put so much work into keeping up.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to say anything but to be honest you don’t look the sort.” Jake caught the driver looking him over in the rearview mirror, his dark brow and bright green eyes flashing up and down.

“What-?”

The voice interrupted “I just meant that you look like you’d be more at home working out, looking so beautiful, than worrying about studying for classes. Sounds like a much more fulfilling life, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah actually. College has been so stressful. I feel so much more at home in the gym.” Had the driver put the air con on? Or the heating?

“Oh yeah, with a face like yours, you have no business stuffing it with useless facts. You should be more concerned with looking your best. I mean, you were clearly never meant to be smart. Don’t you agree?”

“Clearly… look my best… never meant … smart.” Jake was feeling really warm now. And a bit confused. All he could do was try and catch up with what the driver was saying.

“Oh, are you feeling warm? I’l pull over so you can get some air in a minute. In the mean time, you should just try and relax. Forget anything you don’t need. Like books, or long words, or your address. Just focus on looking beautiful, and having people worship you.”

“Just… beautiful … worship.”

“The truly beautiful himbos don’t need shirts, do they Jake?”

“No…” and Jake went to take it off

“But you won’t ever need it again, will you? You should just rip it off? You’re strong enough.”

“Yes…” and Jake grabbed his t-shirt, pulled at it with each arm until it slowly began ripping. The fibres came apart, revealing Jake’s gorgeous, toned, sweaty chest.

“Atta boy. So what do you think?”

“Think?”

“Oh no sorry, boys like you don’t think. What do you want?”

“Want to work out… want to look beautiful… want to be worshipped”