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Might have seen this one on a few other tumblrs, but it’s still one of my absolute favourites written by “Curious”! I’ll probably post a few more of his works if I have the time. Look forward to it! /Verus

“What?” Jeremy whispered raising his eye inquisitively.

“Well, you see… It’s just that… I….” I started to stutter out. I made this big deal about how I was finally going to get up the courage to tell him how I feel and here I am making a fool out of myself. “You what?” he asked a bit more gently. “I… uh… uhm I l-“ I could feel my cheeks flushing with color, why was this so hard? I took a deep breath and before I knew it the words came tumbling out: 

“I love you!” I semi-shouted. Oh damn, my face was really burning now. “I-“ he was cut mid-sentence as a sudden spasm went throughout his body and I saw a mischievous flicker in his eye as they temporarily flashed a dark brown instead of his usual blue. Must have been a trick of the light? “Oi, so this is him, eh?” Jeremy’s had said those words, but he didn’t talk like that. He looked himself over, and turned around looking at his back-end. Before finally he reached down with one hand and felt his package. “Wow, got quite the monster in there now doesn’t he?” he winked. 

By now I started feeling light-headed. Was this his sick way of blowing me off? I was snapped back to reality when I saw him undo his pants and pull them down, revealing a nice seven or eight inch cock, neatly trimmed. “Wow…” he gasped to himself before swinging his hips from side to side, watching his package bounce every which way, “It’s so much heavier…” He said before reaching down and starting to pump it. This was more than I could stand, my blood was boiling and I had no intention of holding back exactly what was on my mind, “Dude, if you didn’t feel the same fucking way all you had to do was say so. Not do… This!” I gestured at him, “Fucking a I-“ “Woah, woah. Slow your roll homey.” He said between gasps, clearing enjoying his cock. A cocky ass fucking grin on his face. “First off-“ I cut him off, still steaming from how inappropriately he was handling this.

“Woah, I’m not your friend Brian, or Scott, or whatever the hell his name… is” He bit his lip. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re obviously Jeremy. Anyone with fucking eyes can see that.” A sly grin crept across his face, “Exactly, see.” He let out one final moan as stream after stream came shooting out of his now shrinking cock. He let out a final sigh before taking a bit on his finger and licking it. What did he mean by that?

“I’m not whoever it is you think I am right now. True, I did hijack his body but I’m not whoever the fuck this is.” He said as he stood up and began making out with me. I pushed him back. “Dude, you want it or not? I know this beast has got some juice left in it.” He said as he winked before going in for the kiss again. I pushed him off again, “First tell me what the hell’s going on.” He sighed, “You’re no fun.” He had a slight pout on his face. “Well, I’ve always had this ability. I first discovered it when I was younger and I was getting picked on in P.E.. I had wound up in the locker room again with a bloody nose from all the intention balls lobbed at my face and the coach sent me to the locker room to shower up. I was sitting in the bathroom stall waiting for the blood to stop and I remember sitting there wishing that I had some way to make those kids pay. When suddenly I felt very light and I could see my body below me,” he ran a hand down Jeremy’s body. “I was really scared and didn’t know what was going on and naturally the coach came in to check on me so I ran to him for help. But it didn’t matter, no matter how much I yelled at him, or gestured he seemed to ignore me and didn’t even seem to notice me right in front of him. He turned around mumbling something about how I must have gone home and I was so mad at him for ignoring me too, that I threw my hands out to shove him. He stood up straight abruptly. I looked down and my hands were inside of him. He wasn’t moving, so I began to wonder… And I pushed into him, and I could feel him convulsing as I slowly took control of his limbs. He collapsed to the floor and when he opened his eyes, I was in control.

The first thing I felt was the cool tile on my face, and I felt different… Heavier… I started to get up and as I pushed myself up, I felt a lot stronger. After I’d stood up I felt like everything was so much smaller. I adjusted the waistband of my shorts trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t get comfortable. I finally pulled them down and I could see why; my penis was so much bigger than I remembered it being, and it had hair on it! I ran over to the mirror to see the reflection of Coach Smith looking back at me! 

I couldn’t believe it! I posed a little, enjoying his much more muscular, adult, physique. His everything seemed so huge compared to my much younger , under-developed body. I was in the middle of examining myself when an idea slowly crept into my mind. I could make those kids pay with the coach’s body. A devilish grin crept across my face as I walked back out into the gym blowing my whistle. All the kids stopped playing and I announced a change of plans. A free period to do whatever anyone wanted, but I made the 5 specific boys who made my life miserable do all sorts of ridiculous exercises, threatening to fail them for the whole semester, (and in the only class they were passing with an “A”!) I fucking loved it, the power that came with this body. I also got a rush making Coach bend to my every whim. Sadly the bell rang and I had no choice but to let them go. It was the end of the day so they went straight home instead of showering. I went back to Coach’s office in the locker room unsure of what to do now. I wanted to go home too but I couldn’t think how to even begin leaving his body and getting back to mine. To pass the time I started going through Coach’s desk and I found some pretty naughty magazines. One was a DVD and I popped it into Coach’s DVD player and watched. Let’s just say it didn’t take long to catch on how to please Coach’s, or rather, my body for the time being. Not knowing what was coming, I got up and started to run to the toilet because I thought I had to pee when it all came out anyways, and I felt immediately relaxed and I felt coach’s body start to fall to the ground and I pulled back to fight falling and I was out. I went back to my body and as I walked out, I laughed because his face had landed in the stuff that he had “pee-d” out. Hehe, yeah, I thought adults pee-d some weird shit when I was younger. But let’s just say as time went on I got more used to my ability and I definitely spent more and more time in coach’s body, but that’s off track.

Back to now. I was just bored on a night out with the Mrs. so I decided to come look for some fun and your friend’s body here looked like it would get me what I needed. I just wanted a quick hook-up. A smug grin crept across his face. “Tell you what, you help me, and I’ll help you learn to do this too. We got a deal?” he stuck out Jeremy’s hand. “Uh, yeah sure I guess.” I said shaking his hand. “Excellent.” He said as he sat down and dropped his pants. “Get to suckin’!” I’d never taken a dick to the mouth before, but I did think about it a lot with Jeremy.. So I slowly leaned down and next thing you know I feel his hands come to the back of my head, shoving it up and down on his shaft, I gagged but I quickly squeezed my thumb, fighting the urge to vomit. I could hear Jeremy’s body starting to gasp, and he even let out a few moans, and I could feel a stiffening in his shaft so I tried to pull off when I felt those same hands shove it back on. I nearly gagged as I received splurges of his sploosh in my mouth. I tried to spit it out but whoever this was told me I needed to swallow it which I begrudgingly did. “Wow, you’re a good little cock-sucker. I’ll have to remember that the next time I need a hit.” I could see the look of a hunter who just successfully captured his prey. That expression on Jeremy’s face, it wasn’t right. “Well congrats kid!” I then felt a hand reach down and pull me out of my body. Time seemed to stand still in this state. I could see my body still on its knees, mouth on Jeremy’s shrinking cock. Fuck, I wanted that for so long… I looked to Jeremy and I could see the face of a much older, pudgier, man pulling out of his body. I was mortified. “You want to try? Come on… I know you do!” He gestured to Jeremy.

I couldn’t… Could I? and before I knew it I felt a strong shove from behind and I flew into Jeremy. I felt his body spasm. Then I saw my body give a shake as it looked up taking its mouth off my cock. “This’ll be more fun…” He started using my body to massage my cock again, and I felt the blood rushing too it, I felt a bit lightheaded but I guess I wasn’t used to that much blood engorging my groins. I saw a sly smile on my face as it took my cock back in its mouth once again. I moaned rather loudly. Jeremy was uncut and as such his dick was so sensitive! I started gasping and I felt my body’s mouth release. “Now comes the fun part…” Did my voice really sound like that? Weird. I saw my body turn around and spread its cheeks, before slowly lowering itself onto my now throbbing cock, I felt the pressure immediately and Jeremy’s instincts took over as I felt his big, strong, hands grab my body’s hips and pull him down onto my cock. My body had never been anally penetrated and I could hear my body’s whimpers of pain. But I didn’t care, I was too enticed with lust and I flipped my body over so it was on all fours. I slowly pulled out, but I could feel my sphincter tightening, trying to keep my cock in there. I pressed slowly back in, as my body wasn’t used to the friction yet, but after a few more thrusts it loosened up and I could hear it now panting happily as I started gyrating at a steadily faster pace. Fuck I loved Jeremy’s cock! I could see drool escaping my body’s mouth as he continued to moan with pleasure. I felt my loins tighten and with one final thrust the glorious release came and I sighed happily, allowing the cum to flow freely into my body’s awaiting ass. I could see my body furiously jerking its cock, before splurging all over the carpet. “Fuck that was even better… I wouldn’t have taken you for the virgin type. It felt nice.” My body said. “Oh, I guess I better be getting back to the Mrs. now.” He gestured out the window and I looked and saw a really ripped gentleman walking out of the theatre across the street with a beautiful woman latched onto his arm. “But I thought your body went unconscious when you possessed someone else?” I said, still not used to the rumble of Jeremy’s baritone.

“It does. But, do you see that guy and his smokin’ hot wife? Why should I bust my ass to look that great when that guy does it because he loves it? He puts in all the work and I reap all the benefits. I’ve made him my permanent residency. Looks like the date went well… she’s nibbling on his ear. Poor guy, hasn’t had sex in months. I always take control of the wheel when it comes to play time. He has a nice cock too. Even got a piercing down there! Makes sex so much better let me tell you… Guy’s an animal. His muscle memory fucks so well. I’m practically screaming the moment his cock touches anything. Well, there goes my ride!” And with that, I saw the portly man leave my body and fly down into that man. It was smooth, I guess that body was just used to him by now. He looked up to the window and winked before holding the car door open for his wife and then leaving. I looked down at my unconscious body still impaled on Jeremy’s cock. What to do, and how do I go back…? 

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Anyways, I wanted to shout out two neat male tf games on the site, play them (for free!) while you still can I guess:

Dysmorph by Monstrous Rick: Cute Twine adventure about a group of frat guys who summon a demon to give them their ideal bodies, only to have it backfire when their wishes are twisted against them. You play as a plucky janitor who must venture into the frat house to expel the demon (and gawk at the magically transformed men) while avoiding the numerous kinky fates that could befall you if you make the wrong move. Fun puzzles and lots of endings.

Campus Magnum by BerylForge: A small interactive game about three young men playing a mysterious card game that alters their minds and bodies, which is a classic concept presented with incredible execution. The changes to the characters are determined by actually playing a card game, which is pretty fun once you get the hang of it- there's even an expanded version that you can play with other people.

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

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"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

Silly dummy, you keep forgetting I told you to touch. Did you forget again? Hmmm I guess I'll have to keep reminding you now you keep forgetting how to finish...

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   “行了，我会处理。”体育系的辅导员汪为很是无奈的皱皱眉，示意学生会主席王浩离开办公室。 对于丁子阳又把谁谁谁打了这种报告他实在是没法处理，谁让人家有个在区里当领导的爹，成绩又不差，最重要丁子阳还是系里足球队的王牌兼队长，更不用说今年丁子阳大三，担任足球队队长已经两年整，声誉地位以及重要性比以前更胜十倍，眼看校级联赛在即，汪为能把这尊大神惹急了？  “这短命的小崽子。”汪为一面想着一面离开办公室，赶往体育系的男生宿舍。 其实他很想像以前无数次一样睁一只眼闭一只眼，但这次不行，因为据刚刚学生会主席王浩反映，丁子阳这次打的人是杨战。 “这两个煞星在同一个系两年了，还以为能一直相安无事。”汪为轻车熟路的到了宿舍三楼杨战住的单间门口，一面伸手敲门一面懊恼的想着，“没想到这次撞一起了。”   杨战是什么人？他跟丁子阳一样也是体育系的尖子生，不同的是丁子阳除了足球之外也练练散打、田径、网球什么的，比较全能，而杨战只练田径，余下的时间就是跟外面的社会青年鬼混，并且据说混出了不小的名堂。最重要的是杨战的姐姐是教委主任，姐夫是公安局长，叔叔还是个黑白通吃的牛人，虽说这里提到的每个人都比不上丁子阳的爹，但加起来还是很有分量。 汪为敲了几下发现门没锁，于是推门进去。  杨战正坐在床上打电话，脸色不阴不晴，见到汪为也不惊讶，点点头，又冲电话里说了一句：“办好了老子有奖励，骚货。”然后很随意的挂断了` 汪为注意到他脸上有着好几处淤青，右边的头发灰扑扑的，额头擦伤了一大块。但即便如此他看起来还是很英俊，是那种混合着痞子气的坏坏的英俊，浑身上下有着某种危险而性感的气息，即便是以男人的角度看起来仍旧很有吸引力。  然后杨战抢在汪为开口之前出声了，他说：“汪哥，我们可是哥们，你不会来劝我算了吧。”   汪为倒是愣住了，他的来意正是想杨战看在自己面上大事化小，想了想，有点尴尬的笑起来：“正是因为咱俩是哥们，我又是系里的教导员，所以得劝你几句。”- 杨战慢慢站起来，把手机抛到床上，嘴里的声音有点冷：“没得劝，我要是不找回场子我是龟儿子。” 汪为皱皱眉，他跟杨战私交不错，很清楚这小子的倔脾气。 杨战冷笑：“汪哥，那小子要是明刀明枪跟我干一架，老子输了也没所谓，那叫技不如人怪不了谁。但他跟老子玩阴的，上来就在我裤裆上踹了一脚，当着整个球场百十个人的面把我按在地上拳打脚踢，最后还用脚踩着老子的头逼我认错。” 汪为脑补了一下，很难想象面前这个雄赳赳气昂昂的小子被按在地上的画面，顺口就问了一句：“那你认错了？” “认个卵蛋。”杨战揉了揉红肿的额头，忍不住呲了呲牙，“老子有什么错，那杂种和舒蕊心领证了？结婚了？老子凭什么不能……” 汪为终于明白丁子阳打杨战的原因了，皱眉问：“丁子阳头几天在A校踢球比赛，你趁机把舒蕊心上了？”- “又怎样？”杨战露出很邪气的表情，像是在回味什么，“那骚娘们起初还跟老子装清纯，说什么有男朋友，不让老子肏，妈的，没两下还不是出水了，主动摇着屁股让老子用力点肏，老子又不是没见过她和丁子阳在图书馆乱来，妈的，逼都被姓丁的肏得翻了个转，真还把自己当处女了。” 见汪为皱着眉不说话，杨战又往下说：“丁子阳戴了绿帽子不服气，把老子的脸踩在地上让老子认错，还要老子保证不再跟舒蕊心说半句话，否则把老子的鸡巴剁了喂狗。我肏他妈，就他？老子死活没出声，他除了多踹我几脚外又能怎样？肏他妈，连我爸妈都没碰过我一下，从来只有老子打人的好不好！” 汪为注意到他说话的时候呲了好几次牙，似乎很痛的样子，问道：“你伤得怎样，要不要到医院先看看。” “都是瘀伤，没什么。”杨战还是很领汪为的情，想了想，说，“这样好了，我保证姓丁的吃了亏不敢声张就是了，绝不给你添麻烦。” 汪为半信半疑的瞅了几眼杨战痞气的俊脸，叹气说：“反正你记着，哥指着这份工作养家糊口，事情闹大了我肯定要背锅，你不要做太绝。” 杨战点点头，很邪气的笑了笑。 汪为从男生宿舍出来忍不住叹了口气，他很清楚杨战的脾气，反正自己是无论如何拉不回来的。 至于要不要到丁子阳那边劝说下？ “谁乐意谁去！”汪为压根没动过这个念头。 杨战好歹还跟汪为称兄道弟有几分交情，丁子阳却是狂到没边的大少爷，仗着是 丁子阳是那种心高气傲到极点的人，在他眼里杨战除了长得帅点外一无是处，这种人横看竖看都不配拿来跟自己做比较，所以丁子阳打心眼里很反感杨战，反感到明知对方是谁，面对面路过也不会点头打招呼的地步。   今儿个丁子阳找到机会终于收拾了杨战一顿，说实在的丁子阳没少揍过人，但这次的感觉最好的，男人嘛，或多或少都有征服欲。丁子阳其实没那么在意舒蕊心，反正已经是自己开过苞的货，谁喜欢谁拿去，问题的关键是舒蕊心好像被杨战肏服了，竟反过来主动提出跟丁子阳分手。 这能忍？ 丁子阳记得自己首先偷袭了杨战的裤裆，趁他痛得满脸扭曲的时候把他撂翻在地，当着整个球场的人踩在他帅气桀骜的脸上，逼他开口认错。 杨战倒也有点骨气，只一个劲的冷笑，任丁子阳拳打脚踢硬是没出声。 ————————————– 连着几天汪为心里都七上八下，总担心接到消息说杨战提刀把丁子阳砍了，好在杨战一直没有动作，还是该训练训练，该吃喝吃喝，要说异常的话只有周二请假出去了一趟，说是半天就回，但直到第二天下午才到系上销假。 丁子阳刚从散打练习室出来，洗完澡准备到食堂吃饭，兜里的电话忽然响了，来电显示是‘师母’，他知道是教导员汪为的媳妇打来的，这娘们比自己大不了几岁，看起来一副端庄贤惠的样子，最初面对自己的诱惑还装出贞洁烈女的模样，没想到挨了一轮肏反而是最饥渴的，但凡汪为不在就会约丁子阳出来见面。 丁子阳接起来，很直接的问：“痒了？” 沉默了一会儿，楚虹很小声的‘嗯’了一声。 “又跟我装起矜持来了？”丁子阳坏笑，“说，是不是痒了？哪里痒了？” “我……我下面痒了。” “那就把房间开好，洗干净了等我。”   “已……已经开好了，”楚虹的声音听起来有点不自在，“在想想宾馆，1099。” 丁子阳对着电话冷笑：“真积极啊师娘，开好房等着我来给你止痒是不是。你先用手指插自己的骚逼，老子来的时候要看见你已经出水。今天我们不来前戏，直接肏。” 丁子阳说着挂了电话，想到晚上还有训练，索性穿着足球队的训练服出了门。到宾馆房间丁子阳发现楚虹并没有按自己的要求脱光了自渎，仍旧穿得整整齐齐，而且在房间的桌子上点了红色蜡烛。丁子阳一眼瞥见桌子上摆着昂贵的红酒和西餐，再瞧了瞧烛光中脸颊微红的楚虹，忍住伸手隔着球裤挠了挠自己的阳具，很性感的坏笑起来：“肏，整这么多有的没的，老子来只是想肏你，你想吃烛光晚餐自己回家找汪老师去。” 楚虹的脸红得像要滴血，似乎想了想，伸手将丁子阳轻轻按在桌子边的椅子上：“我是怕你训练累了，替你叫了点吃的，待……待会有力气……” 丁子阳大咧咧的坐在椅子上，两条又粗又长的腿很自然的分开，露出胯下鼓起的一大坨。然后他扬起浓浓的剑眉，问：“有力气做什么？” 楚虹低下头，踌躇了一会，回答说：“有力气肏我。” 丁子阳满意的点点头，拍了拍左边大腿，露在球裤外的肌肉很有弹性的晃了晃。然后他拿起桌上的高脚杯，说：“坐上来，给我倒满。” 楚虹很顺从的坐上去，拿起桌上漂亮的红酒瓶往杯里倒了半杯。 丁子阳品了一口，鹰隼般的眸子亮了几分，忍不住又再连喝了几口：“啧啧，师娘你品味不错哦。”丁子阳是个运动男不错，但他爹是市里首屈一指的领导，少不了请人教他礼仪应酬，所以品酒对于丁子阳来说再简单不过。 楚虹倒是没想到杨战给的酒是好酒，略有点尴尬的笑了笑：“你喜欢就好。” 丁子阳扬着眉毛，又喝了几口：“我喜欢就好？我喜欢把你捆起来肏，好不好？我喜欢你一边挨肏一边学狗叫，好不好？” 楚虹紧挨着丁子阳年轻阳刚的胸膛，感受到他身上传来的浓浓的男子气息，脸越发红了，要不是顾忌杨战还在屋子里躲着估计早发起浪来，但即便如此还是觉得全身滚烫，下意识的夹紧了两腿。"  丁子阳一仰头把被子里的酒喝光了，伸手从楚虹的裙底伸到两腿间，指头隔着内裤在阴户上摩挲，只觉内裤又黏又滑，早已湿了一片。他全身跟着燥热起来，因为没穿内裤，鸡巴将蓝色的球裤顶得隆起。他说：“骚逼，这么快就湿了，汪老师是不是从没把你喂饱？肏你妈的，不是说了跟我出来不准穿内裤吗，今天怎么穿上了。” 楚虹忍不住低声呻吟，双手抓着丁子阳结实的胳膊不让深入。 丁子阳只当她是欲拒还迎，另一只手隔着上衣往奶子上搓，嘴里冷笑：“怎么，那次跟我玩角色扮演玩上瘾了，这次又想演贞洁烈女，让我强行上你？” 楚虹没有出声，倒是靠近房门的卫生间传来了开门关门的声音，然后有人走了出来。 丁子阳没想到房间里还有其他人，下意识站了起来，大声问：“谁！”可还没站稳便觉得脑子昏沉沉的，跟着两腿发软跌回到椅子上。楚虹趁机拉好裙角跑了开去，满脸通红的喘着粗气。 丁子阳勉强转过头，看见从卫生间出来是个跟他差不多年纪的男生，个子很高，留着很精神的短发，穿的是田径队的训练服，肩宽腿长彪腹狼腰，而且英俊得不像话，斜飞的剑眉，挺直的鼻梁，看起来给人又阳光又危险的感觉。 丁子阳脑子里一片混乱，想了一会才想起他是杨战，前不久刚在大庭广众之下被自己踩在脚下的杨战！ 一股危机感一下子冲入了丁子阳的脑海。

“你……你娘的你怎么会在这里。”丁子阳竭力想要保持清醒，但脑子里翻滚着无数肏逼的画面，整个人微微发颤，滚烫得不像话。他一句话问出口，忽然像是想到了什么，转头望着桌上的红酒，又望着脸色苍白的楚虹，问：“你们……你们串通好的！妈的，你在酒里放了什么！你不怕我肏你的视频发给汪为看？” 啪！ 杨战把手里的手提电脑扔在桌子上，将之前暂停的视频再次点了播放，冷冷问：“你说的是这个视频？” 视频从前面暂停的地方开始播放，丁子阳把尿似的抱着楚虹肏了一会，站起来走到卧室的试衣镜前面，路上小心翼翼保证鸡巴仍旧在楚虹的逼里进出，走一步捅一下，交合处的淫水滴了一地。也亏得丁子阳从小喜欢运动，体力好，一身肌肉看起来并不夸张，却充满爆炸性的力量。他停在试衣镜前面，仍旧把尿似的抱着楚虹，结实有力的屁股一屈一伸的往前挺动，鸡巴在楚虹的逼里肆意驰骋。 楚虹面朝镜子，很清楚的看见自己被一个精壮的运动少年抱在怀里猛肏。 视频里的丁子阳把头贴在楚虹的耳朵边，英俊阳刚的脸孔因为情欲而微微发红，然后他说：“师娘能看见我肏你吗，你看，你的逼咬着我的鸡巴不放呢，阴蒂也硬起来了，而且好多水，你心里想着我还是想着汪老师，要不然我们把汪老师叫回来，我和他一起肏你一晚上好不好。” …… 现实中，丁子阳惊讶万分的瞧着屏幕里活色生香的画面，只觉得脑子更晕了，随即咽了口口水，想要强迫自己镇定下来。他问：“你……你怎么会有这个……” 杨战没有正面回答，而是露出招牌式阳刚而危险的笑容，站在桌边居高临下的瞧着丁子阳：“是不是很奇怪，这些视频是你自己拍的，明明只给你堂弟丁万名看过，怎么我手里会有。” 丁子阳还没出声，边上的楚虹已经怒不可遏的叫了起来：“什么！你……你把视频给你堂弟看过？你……你不是答应我不给任何人看的吗！” 丁子阳目不转睛盯着视频里的画面，只想狠狠肏逼狠狠发泄，所以说话已经完全不过脑，冷笑道：“给万名看看又有什么，师娘你又漂亮又骚，不让人看可惜了。” 楚虹浑身发颤，一把将手提电脑掀到地上，电脑屏幕闪了闪，彻底黑了。丁子阳一下子回过神来。楚虹朝他竖起中指，回头望着杨战鹰隼般的眸子，很坚定的点点头。 杨战明白楚虹已经跟自己站在统一战线，于是意味深长的耸耸肩，弯腰拔掉U盘，一脚把电脑踢到了边上。他把U盘递到楚虹手里，说：“嫂子你先回去，这小子我来处理。你放心，无论我手里的还是这小子手里的，只要是你们俩的视频，我都会百分百的毁掉。而且我还保证帮你封掉这小子的口，让他没胆子往外传。” 楚虹想了想终于还是点了头，她握着U盘走到门口，回头忍不住又嘱咐了一声：“那个……小战，汪哥不会知道这事，是不是？”. 杨战很诚恳的点点头。楚虹又补充了一句：“还有……你注意点分寸，让他……他得到点教训就好。” 杨战说：“放心，我保证不会伤到咱们的足球队长。”他一面说一面危险万分的盯着丁子阳的俊脸，很邪气也很性感。丁子阳心里有点发毛，想要站起来却没力气，忍不住朝门口方向大叫：“师娘……师娘你不要走……视频我只给万名看过，再没有给过其他人……师娘你回来……” 哐！ 回应丁子阳的是楚虹开门关门的声音。 杨战端了把椅子坐在丁子阳对面，歪着头打量他隆起的裤裆，满脸戏谑，偏偏又不出声。丁子阳一个劲吞口水，红酒里的春药和迷药早已经发作起来，他凭着运动员的强大意志苦苦支撑，咬牙问：“你还没回……回答……你怎么会有视频……” 杨战耸耸肩：“嫂子给的。” 丁子阳抬起锐气的剑眉，眼神十分凌厉：“滚你妈的，视频只有我有，楚虹压根没有备份。” 杨战仍旧一副玩味的神色：“那我实话和你说，是你亲爱的弟弟丁万名给我的。” “放你妈的屁。”丁子阳其实已经猜到，但还是不肯相信，“你少来挑拨我和万名的关系，他和你认识？你们关系很好？他凭什么把我的东西给你。” 杨战冷笑，伸手挠了挠自己的裤裆，他两腿张开，毫不在意丁子阳是否发现自己已经勃起。他说：“什么不可能，老子早已经把他肏得服服帖帖，叫他做什么他不肯。” 丁子阳呆了呆，问：“肏得服服帖帖？你说……你……你肏了……” 杨战点点头：“就是你想的那个意思，用鸡巴捅屁眼，他不是和你关系很好吗，没跟你说？啧啧，我都已经肏了他好几次了，最早那次是在他们散打队的更衣室，我找他们陈教练借东西，你弟弟仗着练过几年散打狂到没边，拦住门不让我进去，还命令我以后不准抢你的风头。我能怎样？起初他跟我拼死拼活，仗着块头大踹了我好几脚。可惜后来还不是让我开了苞，体力再好身子再壮又有什么用，在老子胯下还不是跟个娘们似的，为了挨肏什么都愿意做愿意说。” 丁子阳又惊又怒，下意识想到自己的弟弟丁万名是专业的散打运动员，因为个子比较高的原因，虽说仍旧称不上魁梧，却比自己和杨战都要壮上几分，而且五官跟自己有几分相似，也是桀骜俊朗英气勃勃，从高中开始桃花运没断过，好几次把女生肏怀孕了还是自己出钱做的人流，这样子的运动男会在另一个男人胯下欲仙欲死？丁子阳打死也不信！ “少来！吹牛逼谁不会！”丁子阳因为愤怒而不住颤抖，“老子还说你在老子胯下呻吟呢，谁信？” 杨战掏出自己的手机，随意按了几下，朝丁子阳冷笑：“行，老子证明给你看。”他说着把手机屏幕对着丁子阳，上面的备注名字是‘散打骚狗’，下面显示的正是丁万名的电话号码。一股难以名状的不安一下子冲进了丁子阳的脑门。 电话很快接通了，杨战按下免提，用一种命令的口吻说：“马上到想想宾馆来，1099房，你哥不信你是老子的骚狗。” 丁万名的声音显得有点紧张，但整体来说还算平静：“你……你都和我哥说了？”他没有反驳，等于已经承认杨战没有说谎。 丁子阳震惊得僵住。 杨战则得意而挑衅的扬了扬下巴，回答说：“恩，该说的都说了。你现在过来，不准穿内裤。” 丁万名的声音已经完全恢复正常：“能不能不要当着我哥的面……”   “怎样？”杨战打断道，“不要当着你哥的面肏你？老子还偏要！你前次不是说想要我射在你里面吗，今天老子成全你，不把屁眼给你装满老子不姓杨。” “可是我哥……”丁万名一再拒绝，但呼吸明显急促起来。 “可是什么可是！”杨战的口气像是古代的帝王在训宫里的奴才，“又不是没在外人面前肏过你，上周当着A校那个篮球队长的面你不也撅着屁股求我肏你了，妈的，夹得比平时还紧。后来我肏他的时候你还主动来舔我俩的交合处，现在装起清纯来了？赶紧的，给你十分钟，要是没赶到我以后绝不再碰你。” 不给丁万名多说的机会，杨战挂了电话很挑衅的瞧着丁子阳。 丁子阳面如死灰，但眼睛里又有着奇异的光彩，像情欲，又像是愤怒。过了足足半分钟，他开口说：“万名是不是有什么把柄在你手里头。” 杨战冷笑：“我用我的性欲起誓，老子手里绝对没有丁万名的把柄。”他一面说一面隔着运动裤拍了拍自己勃起的鸡巴，“倒是我这根‘把柄’经常在丁万名手里，不，应该是在他嘴里和屁眼里。” “滚你妈的！”丁子阳两眼通红，到现在他仍旧不肯相信自己那个又壮又英俊的弟弟会在另一个男人胯下摇着屁股求肏。 杨战不生气，仍旧一脸坏笑：“你还是学着点。以为肏过几个小女生就很了不起，你把谁真的肏服过？多的不说，一个舒蕊心不是提出跟你分手了？还有楚虹，为了一个视频临阵倒戈，你丢不丢人？我和你不一样，要肏谁就肏到服服帖帖为止。” 丁子阳仍旧嘴硬：“你接着吹！” 杨战无所谓的耸耸肩，但还是接着说：“信不信由你。高中我们班有个男的跟我争体育委员的位子，他爹跟你爹一样是市里的领导，所以在学校狂到没边，还扬言说迟早要我当他的小弟。后来我找借口把他骗到我家过夜，趁他洗澡到卫生间强行给他开了苞，从9点多一直肏到晚上3点多，在饭厅的桌子上，在客厅地板上，在卧室床上，在阳台上，足足把他肏射了7次，我也射了好几次在他屁眼里，中间有一次我拔出来准备射他脸上，他主动含着我的鸡巴把精液全吞了。我于是逗他说累了，不肏了。他哭着跪在地上求我不要这样玩他，求我继续用鸡巴往他屁眼里捅。你能想象吗，一个浑身肌肉的男生不顾廉耻抓着我的鸡巴主动往自己屁眼里塞，男生发起浪来比女生还夸张，长得帅又怎样，平日里拽得没边又怎样，还不一样为了我的鸡巴放弃尊严。你猜那之后谁是谁的小弟？人前为了避嫌我给他留几分面子，一旦只有我和他，他除了挨肏就是跪着给我吹箫。我自己都记不清高中三年肏了他多少次，直到现在他还经常往我们学校跑，只为了让我用鸡巴给他通通屁眼。”

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Mommy's Sissy Boy - Table Of Contents

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

Little Top Big Bottom

Chapter 1

By Clark Wayne

“Fuck!” I cry out, embarrassed that I’m feeling so much pleasure. I never thought I would ever be in this position, literally, THIS physical position. I’m still trying to comprehend how this could have happened at all. I’m not usually the one being pushed face down into a mattress while a kid half my size pounds my ass unmercifully, like he has something to prove. I’m usually the one in control, the alpha, the player who manipulates and the one doing all the fucking. 

This kid is showing no mercy, either. He’s riding my ass like he has something to prove. For a kid his size, he’s fucking hung, and he is unusually strong. The kid’s got skills. He’s obviously done this before and he’s good at it. He’s a mind-fucker because he fucked with mine and he won. It must be his superpower. 

“FUCK!” he barks out suddenly. Damn it, I think he just came in my ass… AGAIN! This is load number three and he doesn’t seem like he’s ready to stop. He’s a fuck-machine.  What the fuck is up with this kid?

He lowers himself down on my back, his mouth next to my ear. His breath is warm, and he pants, “Like that, big man? Huh? Like that dick, bitch?”

Normally, I’d fucking choke out a dude for calling me a bitch but seeing as I’m the one pushing my ass back onto his cock and whimpering like a bitch, I guess I am a bitch.

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s broken me, but if I don’t, he might stop fucking me and right now I don’t want that. 

“Just keep fucking me, dude,” I beg but with defiance in my tone. 

“Yeah, you’re loving this aren’t you, big guy?” he gloated over me like I was being conquered and I think I was. “You didn’t see me coming did you? Huh?” he asked with a yank of my hair. 

For some reason, I found that extremely erotic and strangely natural to be controlled. 

I grunted as he jammed his cock in my hole. “Don’t stop fucking me,” I begged again, I sounded pathetic, weak, and emasculated.

He laughed with a sneer; I could hear it in his voice. He thought I was pathetic too, maybe. He wasn’t being nice and it’s like he knew I didn’t want him to be. Why should he be nice? I’m not nice. I don’t really give a shit about guys I’m fucking. I just wanted a nice piece of ass to get me through the night. That’s all he’s doing too, so maybe this is payback. Maybe I wasn’t as hot as I thought I was. 

We’ve been at this for a few hours. Just when I think he needs a break, he reloads and starts fucking again. I let this happen. Maybe it’s what I’ve wanted all along or maybe it’s him. Maybe this is all about who he is and what he is. It’s a circumstance I’ve not foreseen, a much smaller guy fucking a much bigger man. Maybe this is the scenario that tipped me over the edge and into submission, the stars were aligned. 

When the evening started, I was on the prowl for a hot guy with a tight hole. That was the way it was every Friday night after a hard work week. I usually always went to same bar, the one where I know everyone, and everyone knows me, or they know OF me. My reputation is somewhat cloudy and I’m not ashamed to be known as a player, a man-slut. I’m not relationship material and I don’t pretend to be. I love to fuck, and I fuck a lot. I’m a tall, broad 6’4” so it’s hard to miss me when I walk into a room. 

But this night, something happened. I stood in my usual spot, holding court when I notice this “kid” cruising me. I say kid because he looked young, at least college age, but he had to be at least twenty-one since we were in a bar. Maybe he looked young because he couldn’t have been taller than five-seven. Even from far away I could see his shorter body was nothing to sneeze at. His body was tight and on point. He was built like a gymnast, round biceps, strong traps, and bulbous shoulders. The shirt he was wearing was skintight, his abs were visible through the material and his waist was tiny. His jeans were also tight, molded to his muscular quads and to his pert, round, bubble butt. 

His eyes were intense, laser focused, and I could see they were an unusual bright blue, almost iridescent. Very thick, dark eyelashes gave him the appearance of wearing eyeliner which was probably what made his eyes pop. His thick, jet-black hair was groomed short on the sides and longer on the top. The kid exuded confidence like it was an aura that surrounded his body. 

I thought he may be one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. 

Something about the way he looked at me was intimidating. It wasn’t the usual look guys gave me, one of desire, envy, awe. No, this look was like he was watching his prey, hunting, prowling, ready to pounce. 

By this time, I would normally have made my way to him or motioned him over, but I waited for him to make the first move, something uncharacteristic of me. He drank a beer and just continued to stare. 

After a long time of feeling like I was being stalked, I made my way to the pisser to get rid of some beer. When I came back, the kid was in my spot. It was a stare down, like two lions ready to fight, or more like a lion ready to attack a limpy gazelle, me being the latter. 

“You need another drink,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I do?” I asked with a raised skeptical eyebrow. 

“You seem a little out of your comfort zone,” he said to me, his eyes traveling up my bicep.

Huh? This dude was speaking in code or something. “What was your name again?” I asked annoyed. 

“I didn’t give it and you know it,” he said snidely and after a beat he said, “Jason.”

“I’m…,” I started. 

He cut me off with, held up a finger to quiet me and said, “I know who you are.”

I was taken aback. What the fuck? Who the fuck does he think he is talking to me like a nobody?

“Let’s get you another drink,” he stated.

I was put off. “No, dude. I’m good,” I said shaking my head as I turned. He grabbed my elbow, I spun back around and looked down at his hand and then back up to him.  This kid had balls.  “You have two seconds to let go, little man,” I threatened. 

Still holding on, he smiled and said, “Come on, big man. Don’t be mad. Let me buy you a drink,” he said a little condescendingly. Then he added, “I promise I’ll play nice.”

“Maybe I won’t,” I shot back, yanking my arm away, and looking down at him, but he looked up with a devious smile. I was so torn. He pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. I liked his forwardness. 

“Come on,” he said, charming with a nod. Then I felt his hand on the small of my back and he guided me to the bar. I was confused when he did that, confused that I let him. I could feel his confidence radiate from him like a warm wave. Without asking me, he ordered me a drink and while we waited for it, his hand lowered to my ass. 

“Wow, you’re a big boy. Solid,” he said as he patted my ass. “Everywhere. I like a little extra back there.”

I looked down at him, the look on my face must have been one of flabbergasted. He just smirked back.

“You’re a ballsy little guy,” I said condescendingly. 

“Oh, dude, you have no idea,” he responded with a wink. “It’s not against the law to compliment a beautiful man on his body, mainly his ass.”

Ok, I thought, maybe he’s just a heavy flirter, it’s obvious he likes my body and he’s a hot little fucker. But he spoke and acted like he was a foot taller than he was. I had to admit it was hot. 

I shook my head and scoffed. “My ass is off limits, look but don’t fuck,” I sneered. 

“Shame. It’s fuckable,” he commented with a sexy nod to the back of me.

I cocked my head. No one has ever said THAT to me. My ass is fuckable? That’s a good thing. Who doesn’t want to hear that? I say it all the time. I found it sexy that he liked my ass, he seemed fixated on it. I like compliments and had I realized what was happening I would have known he was buttering me up because he knew I was the kind of guy who responded well to compliments. 

Softening my tone, secretly hoping for more compliments, I shrugged my massive shoulders and said, “Lots of squats.”

“It shows. You really are fucking perfect. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body, perfect ass,” he smoldered when he said ass. His hand was massaging my ass cheek. I felt like he was putting me in a trance.

“I think we should get out of here,” he said, nodding to the door. 

I opened my mouth to speak but he kept talking, “I don’t live far, catch an Uber, go back to my place, and fuck.”

I recoiled. Wow, that was more forward than even I’ve ever been. It was very sexy coming from his cute mouth. His demeanor was very confident.

I suddenly was speechless. His boldness was a complete turn on. His aggressiveness was hot, and his confidence sparked something in me. He might be fun. 

When the beer came, he took it, guided me back and handed it to me. “Here you go, big guy. Drink up.” His hand moved back down to my ass, taking possession. 

I drank the beer in silence which wasn’t like me. He continuously scanned my body, his neck craning up. His head came to my collarbone. He had the most gorgeous eyes. A few times, which happened often, a few hot men would walk by and compliment me or hit on me with their eyes. One guy stopped and tried to engage me, but Jason stepped in between us with his hand up and just said bluntly, “Move along. He’s not available.”

I just stood there like a dumbass and said nothing. I liked his confidence and I think I liked being a possession, claimed. 

“You’re the strong quiet type?” he asked.

“No,” I answered quietly. “I’m just not accustomed to being treated like…”

“My bitch?”

I recoiled. “What?”

“What?” he shrugged.

“Did you just call me your bitch?” I asked him, back to being inflamed. 

“So?” he replied nonchalantly. 

“What the fuck?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re pretty when you’re angry,” he said dripping with taunting sarcasm. “Gorgeous, in fact.”

I looked at him, my eyes conveying my thoughts to him, that he was insane or just fucked up. But damn it, he was so fucking handsome, so beautiful, so confident. Even though he was being an asshole, he intrigued me, and I don’t know why. It was more then obvious he was strongly attracted to me and even more obvious he was obsessed, and I liked it. Even though he was just trying to get his rocks off, he actually made me feel like he would do anything for me, protect me. Even though he was smaller, he could hold his own. I felt like I had met my match, finally. This must be what guys felt like when I hit on them. They never saw it coming and neither did I this time. 

“You’re confused. Good,” he said, nodding his head in approval. “Finish that off. We’re leaving,” he announced. 

I looked down at the bottle and then back to him. He nodded his head and looked at me raising both eyebrows which told me to hurry up. So, I did what he told me to do, and I guzzled it down. 

“Good boy,” Jason said with a pat to my lower back. He then guided me to the exit. 

“Where… where are we going?” I asked not even thinking I should be trying to stay.

“I told you. My place,” he smiled but there was mischief in that smile.

“You’re place?” I must have sounded like an idiot. 

“You’re staying over,” said Jason holding the door for me. 

“No, dude. I have to get up early and…,” 

“Oh, I don’t care,” he said waving me off. “We’ll be done before morning.”

Fuck, that was hot.

An Uber appeared and he led me into the back seat. He told the driver where to go and lay his hand on my knee. I started to come to my senses and protest but that’s when he reached over, cupped my chin, and pulled me in for a kiss. When his lips touched mine, I know it’s cliché, but fireworks! A zip of electricity coursed though my body. He was the perfect kisser, so passionate, so true. I found my hands starting to roam over his body, feeling the hardness of his biceps and his chest muscles. I ventured down to his crotch and found a very disproportionately huge cock, hard in his pants. 

Jason’s hands were all over me and once again, they felt possessive. He was reveling in the trophy he won for taking down his prey. I fucking loved it. He broke the kiss when we arrived at his condo. Before we were even inside the door, we were attacking each other again, slurping noises, and moans, and groans emanated from the walls. 

I had a moment of lucidity and pushed back from him. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked him with awe in my eyes. 

“Your downfall, big guy,” he grinned, taking my hand, and pulling me to his bedroom. 

JASON

The look on Derek’s face that first night. Of course, I know his name is Derek. Everyone in the bar knows him. He’s a legend and he knew it, and I asked around. It seems I hit the lottery my first time in this bar. That first time I saw him, he’s gorgeous, handsome, muscular, and just… big, I was entranced. He’s a pretty, pretty boy too, like a model. Derek is one of those guys who when he walks into a room, everyone just stops and stares. When someone is that good-looking, people will jump through hoops to be close to him. My mission was accomplished, I turned him, so to speak. I knew I could, there was no question. What surprised me was how easy it was. Derek was there for the taking so, I took. 

I get off on the sheer underestimating guys do when they meet me, and size me up. Yeah, I’m a short five-seven but I’m a tight, compact, very muscular five-seven, I can pack a punch.  I see my smaller size as a benefit. I was a gymnast in high school and college, even wrestled a bit. Gymnastics made my body hard and muscular, giving me that sleek, streamlined, solid look. It gave me confidence and that overshadowed any insecurities I might have for being smaller. 

Every guy assumes I’m a hot, little muscle bottom. I have the ass for it. They think they are going to throw me around, dominate me, breed me. But I’m a top in a bottom’s body, a Gold Star Top, meaning I’ve never bottomed, and I don’t plan on it. I like my bottoms tall, muscular, and masculine. I like the feeling of laying on them and not even covering half their body. It’s such a power trip. I feel superior to them. Up until now, I’m a “fuck and kick to the curb” kind of guy but with Derek, it’s different. He’s my dream man and he’s perfect. I could see myself with him long term. 

Derek looks like a top, that’s what attracted me to him. He’s masculine, and oozed sexiness and charisma. He’s just my type. He’s tall, at least six-three, he towers about me. He’s classically handsome with the kind of look that will sustain into old age. His body is a work of art, built broad, all muscle and ripped. He’s cocky and confident, it shows in the way he carries himself. You can tell he goes after what he wants, and he gets it. He’s the perfect trophy husband. I knew what to do. He seeks attention, craves it. He needs validation from others, needs to be the center of the universe. I just had to show him I was the center of his universe. I accomplished that by showering him with compliments. He took the bait. 

That first night, I gave myself an hour before talking to him. I wanted him to see me and feel uncomfortable in his own skin. He was so busy scoping out the crowed bar for his next prey that I took him off guard when he found me and I was aggressively cruising him, he didn’t know what hit him. He zeroed in on me like I knew he would. I waited before I took his spot while he headed to the bathroom. He saw me when he came back, and I could tell he was surprised. I didn’t even give him a chance to speak, I just started in. I did the classic power move by not letting him tell me his name and that shocked him. It was a great power play and it left him confused. 

I was aggressive in my gestures, putting my hand on his lower back and guiding him through the bar like he was leashed. He was like putty in my hands. He said nothing when I groped his ass, he just let me do it. 

He was easily manipulated into leaving with me. But it was what happened in the Uber that changed everything. We kissed and it was like… fireworks. It’s so fucking cliché but there was no other way to explain it. 

DEREK

Once we were naked, Jason pushed me back on to the bed and lifted my legs into the air. He buried his head between my legs and proceeded to eat my hole better than I’ve ever had. He was down there for a good 20 minutes when he let my legs down, grabbed my ankles, and flipped my around onto my stomach. He slowly mounted me and rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass and rubbed it against my hole. 

I was suddenly afraid and said, “Wait, wait, wait.”

I felt cold lube being drizzled on my hole and then a finger being pushed through. My body tensed up and my hole closed like a vice. 

“Oh, fuck yeah. Tighten that hole,” he said with excitement. “Show me how you’re gonna take my cock, bro.”

“Jason, stop,” I begged until he added another finger, and he scraped my prostate. “Whoa, oh my God!” I cried out, feeling that buzz of electricity you feel when your button gets pressed. 

He laughed and said, “There it is, big guy. Just think about my thick cock banging against that all night long.”

I came to my senses and tried to explain, “Wait. Go slow. I’ve never been fucked.” 

“I know, big guy. There’s a first time for everything,” he shrugged as he began to finger-bang my hole which sent me into convulsions of pleasure. 

I felt him slide his fingers out and his weight shifted. I suddenly had second thoughts.

“Dude, I don’t think…,” I started but he pushed the head of his dick in my hole which made me scream out. 

It hurt! Suddenly, I realized what every guy I’d ever fucked felt like. “FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!”

He stopped pushing and said, “Shhh, big guy. Relax, dude. Relax and it will get better. I promise, bro.”

I gritted my teeth and growled though them. “JASON! Please, man. It fucking hurts!”

“Come on, babe. Push out and I’ll snap right in. Your ass is so tight, big guy. Take it like a man, don’t be a pussy.”

He was challenging me, and I always take a challenge, it’s in my nature. No one calls me a pussy. I took some quick breaths and then did what he told me to do. I bared down and his cock slid right down to the root. My eyes flew open, and I lost my breath, my mouth went dry. 

“Oh, my fucking God!” I moaned, pushing my ass up.

I heard him take a deep breath and then sigh as he stopped at the bottom. “Oh fuck…,” I could tell he was in ecstasy, that my ass must be a perfect fit. “So, motherfucking good! Fucking warm, tight hole,” he said with his head thrown back.

He then began to pull out and then he started to saw his way into my ass, I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. So, this is what it’s like for all those bottoms I had fucked, slamming away at their asses, and getting off inside of them. 

“OH MY GOD! Fucking feels so good! Keep fucking me!” I called out.

“I knew once I got my dick in you, you’d be mine,” he laughed as he started to really slam down into my ass.

I remember when I was the big dog, the alpha male who always got what I wanted. I could fuck two or three different guys in a day sometimes. I’d hit up Grindr and my profile would light up like a Christmas tree and I could have my choice. My record was four guys in one day, except for a few group fucks on vacations or business trips, I loved group sex. The one that sticks out the most was the Palm Springs ten-man orgy of mostly jarheads on leave. That was a night of unabashed, no-holds-barred fucking and breeding. Every guy left that party with my load in their gut. 

I never imagined falling for a guy, I wanted to do nothing but fuck ass, and that’s what I did. It was such a power trip. I didn’t care who the guy was if he was hot, muscular, and masculine. 

I think I held the record for the most straight guys turned, at least for a few hours, long enough to experience getting fucked for the first time.  When straight guys meet me for the first time, they assume I’m straight. I fit the typical straight jock mold. Often, I caught husbands and boyfriends watching me, I’d catch them, and they would look away. After a while, those same guys were eating out of the palm of my hand. They found the courage to finally approach me, ask me questions about my work outs, nutrition routines, generally, be in awe. 

Once these guys found out I was gay, then the true curiosity was peaked. Most couldn’t believe it and then they felt odd because they had complimented me on my body just minutes earlier.  The bolder ones would ask me questions like, what kind of men did I like, when did I know I was gay, have I ever slept with women. These guys really gave themselves away, that they were open to experimenting with a guy like me. The questions would turn sexual, what’s anal sex like, what’s it like to kiss a guy. I got them all worked up and then I had them. 

You would think they would just want to go easy their first time out and just kiss or jerk off. Not with me. Kissing and jerking were the appetizers. Fucking their ass was the main course. Dessert was loading them up with my swimmers. Some felt like complete shit when I was done with them, and they would slink out of my apartment never to be heard from again. Others had their eyes opened and always came back for more, the wife was out of town, or the girlfriend was out on a “girl’s night.” It didn’t matter. I was their man crush; fantasy fuck and I didn’t give a shit if they never wanted a repeat, but they always did. I loved the midnight texts from a drunk frat boy wanting to suck dick and do a little anal. It made them hot to know a big stud like me was filling them up. 

So, there I was that first night, face down on a king bed, getting the hell fucked out of me and into me by a hot little muscle boy half my size and probably five years younger. I really didn’t want it to stop. I was going through a life-changing event, and I didn’t know that I craved this, I must have or else I wouldn’t have given in so easily. It was non-stop fucking all night until we fell asleep due to exhaustion. I slept like a baby until rudely awakened in the morning by his cock sliding into my ass as I slept. I woke up with a jolt of pain and pleasure, his weight on top of me was warm, and just right.  I liked that he didn’t ask permission to fuck me, he just did it. 

You would think a guy like him would kick me to the curb after morning sex, I mean, I would have in normal circumstances. Fuck and get out so I can get on with my day. But the truth is, I never left. I stayed the whole weekend at his request or demand, more or less. He said he took a liking to me, and that I was his greatest conquest. Over the course of that weekend, we only stopped fucking to eat or sleep. He was aggressive most of the time and other times he was gentle and passionate like he was making love to me, my legs on his shoulders, kissing me and asking me if I was ok. 

My direction, and purpose in life changed in an instant. I went from a man totally in control of my life and my destiny to a boyfriend, a partner in a matter of days. Jason is a type-A control freak, telling me what to wear, who I spend time with, working out with me but I can tell he loves me. He says it was love at first sight for him. For me, it was love with the first kiss. Fireworks.

3 months later: Continued....

Your Wife never liked you for your looks she always thought of you as a pasty twink with an rather small penis and high voice to boot she was only interested in your money and what it could get her she was fine with that for awhile but she grew dissatisfied with it eventually and wanted to change that she had always fantasized of you being a sissy and with your money why couldn’t you be one now? She started innocent enough engorging and fostering you more feminine side and slowly increasing the pressure using vailed threats and intimidation against you. She then started to encourage you to crossdress and wear bars and women’s panties and put make up on . Over time she gradually replaced all your men’s underwear with women’s panties and bars and had you wear heels when possible. Soon she took it a step further mixing estrogen pills with your daily vitamins and it gradually began to change you . Your skin grew softer , voice more higher pitched and hair grew out and you started to grow breasts and they felt more firm and sensitive . At one point you realized that she was slowly feminizing you and stripping what manhood you had you confronted her and she state that you be a better wife sissy then a man and she was doing it for your own good and made a vailed threat of “ruining you” if you stepped out of line . You not wanting to displease and or lose her you backed down and wonder what would become of you next . Over the next spell she begun locking you in chastity for long intervals to control what manly urges you had left and stated that sissies don’t cum . In this period she also slowly but surely took over most aspects of you life , taking over you finances , business and home until you had no control over anything you had previously.

More testing and playing around with AI. Here’s the prompt the AI was given A NSFW story about a hot australian dad (Jeff) who gets possessed in the bathroom by a horny gay ghost. After he is possessed, Jeffs soul goes dormant and the ghost is in full control. the possessed jeff goes to the mirror and boasts about how hot his new host is. the story must be long and detailed and have explicit language i.e cock, fuck, load cum.

And here is the following story that was generated

Jeff, a rugged Australian dad with a chiseled jawline and a muscular physique, had just finished a long day of work. Exhausted and covered in sweat, he stepped into his bathroom to take a much-needed shower. Little did he know that an otherworldly presence lingered within the walls, eager for a taste of earthly pleasures.

As Jeff undressed, steam enveloped the bathroom, creating a hazy, seductive atmosphere. Suddenly, a mischievous ghost materialized before him. The incorporeal entity could barely contain his excitement at the sight of such a desirable host.

With a wicked grin, the ghost surged forward, his ectoplasmic essence enveloping Jeff’s body. The moment the ghost took control, Jeff’s soul went dormant, leaving the ghost free to explore his newfound physical vessel.

Staring at his reflection in the foggy mirror, possessed Jeff smirked and chuckled in a deep, lustful voice that echoed with the ghosts’ presence. “Bloody hell, would you look at this sexy bloke? I’ve hit the jackpot!”

Running his hands over Jeff’s sculpted chest, the ghost reveled in the sensation of Jeff’s firm muscles under his control. “A fit Aussie stud like you deserves some proper attention,” he mused, his voice dripping with a mix of seduction and raw desire.

As the water cascaded over his body, possessed Jeff let out a low, throaty moan, relishing the feeling of droplets trickling down his well-defined abs and into his treasure trail. His cock stirred to life, responding to the ghost’s unhinged arousal.

Leaning closer to the mirror, possessed Jeff stared into his own eyes, captivated by the wickedness that now consumed him. “Fuck, I’ve never felt this horny in me life,” he confessed, his voice thick with the unmistakable Australian twang. “But hey, who am I to complain? I’ve got this hunky Aussie body at my disposal.”

With newfound confidence, possessed Jeff reached down and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock. Slowly, he began to stroke, relishing the way his fingers glided over the sensitive flesh. “Mmm, this dick’s a bloody masterpiece,” he growled, pleasure coursing through his body.

As the tension built, possessed Jeff’s voice grew more desperate, the need for release consuming him. “Oh, fuck yeah! I’m gonna blow the biggest load of cum from this hot Aussie cock,” he exclaimed, his grip tightening.

His breath quickened, and possessed Jeff’s hand moved faster, his strokes becoming more urgent. The ecstasy surged through him, overwhelming every fiber of his being until, with a primal cry, he reached the peak of pleasure. Hot streams of cum erupted from his pulsating member, painting the bathroom tiles with his uninhibited desire.

No more pussy for you.

You are officially pussy-free.

Your tiny little sissy dick isn't worth fucking anyway.

It's useless. Learn your place.

You'll be jerking it for a real cock today. 

Contains gay f-word and hardcore degradation.

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