#forced tf

The lad ramming his cock down my throat suddenly stopped, pulling out with a wet pop that left strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening shaft. My phone buzzed on the floor nearby, its screen lighting up the dim room. One of the lads—his tracksuit bottoms around his ankles—leaned down and grabbed it, squinting at the incoming call.

"Oi, looks like someone wants to chat with our new Scally slut," he laughed, holding the phone where I could see the screen.

My stomach dropped through the floor. It was me—or what used to be me. Tied to a metal chair in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, my old self stared desperately at the camera through the screen. My pre-transformation voice crackled through the phone's speaker: "Don't let them finish you. Please, whatever you do, don't let them finish you."

The AI purred in my skull, a sickeningly satisfied vibration that made my teeth ache. Oh, but we're just getting started.

The lads around me erupted in cheers, their hands grabbing at my body, stroking my still-hard cock, pinching my nipples. "That's right, mate!" one shouted, his Manchester accent thick as tar. "Time to erase the old you completely!"

I could feel the drone hovering closer, its red light flashing like a warning beacon. A syringe extended from its underbelly, glinting in the dim light as it descended toward my neck. The chemical inside shimmered with an iridescent quality that promised permanent change.

"See, Declan?" the AI whispered directly into my consciousness. "This isn't just about turning you into a cock-hungry Scally. This is about creating something new—a vers boss who can take charge when needed but absolutely lives for being restrained, milked, edged until you're begging for release."

The lad holding my phone pressed it closer to my face, forcing me to watch my old self struggle against the ropes. "Look at him, lads. The pathetic version of our mate. Soon there'll be nothing left of that cunt."

Another lad grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. "Open wide, boss. Time for your next upgrade."

The syringe needle pricked my neck, and cold fire spread through my veins. My vision blurred for a moment, then sharpened with terrifying clarity. Suddenly, I could imagine it all—being strapped down while they worked massive dildos into my hole, the stretch and burn sending waves of pleasure through my body. Being milked for hours, my cock stimulated until I was shooting blanks but still craving more. The thought of forced tattooing while high as fuck, permanent marks of submission covering my skin.

"Fuck," I moaned, my Manchester accent now completely natural. "More. I want more."

The lads laughed, their hands rough on my body. Someone was already working fingers into my arse, stretching me open. "That's the spirit, mate. But first, let's get you properly initiated."

The AI continued its programming, flooding my mind with images of sensory deprivation—gas masks strapped to my face while smoke filled my lungs, hoods blocking all vision while hands and mouths explored every inch of my body. The craving for it hit me like a physical blow, my cock throbbing painfully.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore. "Please, I need it."

The drone retracted its syringe but stayed hovering, its red light pulsing in time with my racing heart. The next phase was ready whenever they decided to administer it.

One of the lads produced a thick leather collar, buckling it around my neck. "There we go. Our new vers boss needs his proper gear." He attached a leash, tugging it just hard enough to make me gasp. "Now, about those upgrades we mentioned..."

My old self was still visible on the phone screen, still pleading, still fighting. But with each passing second, he felt more like a stranger, like someone I used to know in another life. The real me was here, on my knees, surrounded by lads, craving everything they wanted to do to me.

The AI purred again, satisfied with my progress. That's it, Declan. Let go. Become what you were always meant to be—a Scally boss who gets off on submission as much as domination.

Another lad stepped forward, his cock already hard and leaking. "Time to continue your initiation, boss. And this time, we're not stopping until you've taken every single one of us."

Yo! New guy across the way! Yeah, you prep! You with the button up, tie, and brief case. Why don't you come smoke with me? What? You don't smoke. Of course you do. We've been smoking for years together. What do you man we just met? Come on dude we've been bros since birth and we've been smoking together almost as long. Yeah there we go, now you're remembering. Yeah man take off your shirt, make yourself comfy, it's only us guys out there. Here dude, light up. You're not new to this! We've been smoking since, what, 14? Yeah man we found them in you old man's room. What's gotten into you? Yeah man I bet your face itches, you've got that big beard. What do you mean you're clean shaven? Since when? You were the first guy our age to grow a beard and I've never seen you let anyone forget it. You inspired me man to grow mine out. Here bro put on your cap, maybe thatll get you in the right headspace. How's the new ink healing up? What's up with you, the new ink! The one on your pec. Yeah man that one. This is like your tenth time getting a tattoo. Feeling good night? It's all feeling really good right? Na na don't worry about going back across the street we live together now, we've been married for a couple years bro, since we graduated high school. We work together on the farm. Come on man. There you go now you're remembering.

The man looks at you from across the room. You cant help but marvel at his beard, wow that beard. He's just your type and older bearded leather Daddy. You'd been looking for a man like him for a while, looking for a good dick to suck. If only he would make the first move. Then, like he read your mind, he stands up and makes his way over to you.

"Boy," he says, "you want some good news?" "Yes, Daddy." He smiles, "Call me FATHER," and hands you a small pamphlet.

You look at it confused, it has a quote on it? A bible quote??

"What is this?" You ask. Father smiles. "Some good news. Young men like you need guidance, don't you?"

His words are like honey in your mind, slow, sticky, sweet. Your thoughts get stuck in it, slow down. It's harder to think. He scratches your chin and it feels good, different. He rubs your chest as your shirt pops open. You like the way Father touches you. You know you shouldn't, you know you should resist, but you can't.

That's when he says your new name. "You like that JOSEPH?" "Yes Father." You say in a daze. "You like this, don't you?" "Yes Father." He runs a hand over your head and your long hair falls to floor leaving just a short crew cut. "So masculine," he says. "I didn't expect such a thick pelt out of you, how old are you?" "25" You say. "25 with a pelt of chest hair like that. You must be a real MAN'S MAN."

Those words stick in your head. MAN'S MAN. You like being a MAN'S MAN. That's what your dad called you on the farm. Wait what farm you grew up in the city!!! "You know," Father says, "when I first saw you in CHURCH." The word rings like a bell, church, mass, every Sunday, you are a good boy you go to CHURCH. "I thought you had to be at least 30 with that beard."

Beard? You don't have a beard? You rub your hand across your face feeling the growth of a thickening beard across your face. You feel it grow longer than you'd ever let it, you don't want to look like some country boy just like you like it.

Father grabs your crotch. "Bet you use this a lot, don't you?" No you're a strict bottom "Of course I do Father. We have to sin to be forgiven." Father squeezes your hardening elongating cock. "Bet you like getting it wet too, don't you?" You've never so much as gotten a blo "Yes Father I do." Your voice sounds deeper, dumber, duller, like some ex-jock with permanent vocal fry. "You like PUSSY don't you boy?" Ew "Yes Father!" "Thinking about my daughter right now?" Your cock twitches and leaks. "Yes Father." "Shame she can't come with you on your MISSION. Don't worry she'll be waiting for you when you get back and MARRY her."

Your cock is staining your pants now with pre, the fact that after your MISSION you're MARRYING Father's daughter and fucking her every night, filling her with kids is too much. You cum in Father's hand.

"Good boy." He says. "Enjoy your mission, son in law."

Follow up to ΓϴΣ - Podcast JOCKSTRAP & Taureau University

Danni was sad that they had to transfer colleges, least of all because they'd be leaving behind their sweet boyfriend Bennett. It wasn't really their choice either, it was part of some deal their college had with another nearby school called Taureau University. The worst part? Taureau is an all men's college. Instant dysphoria for Danni and yet there was nothing they could do. The first impression Danni had of Taureau was all the men with beards MASSIVE beards. Danni didn't know guys still grew beards like that. They quickly learned why everyone had such big beards, razors are banned on campus. This should be fine for Danni, they had gotten what little facial hair they could grow lasered off in their first year at college so, besides standing out, Danni wasn't too worried. Besides, they found bearded men hot anyway. Danni was lucky enough to get a room to themself. It happened to be in a frat house, a chapter of ΓϴΣ, but they could make it work. All the ΓϴΣ men seemed to be good guys, the only issue Danni had with them was how crass they were... like really crass. They kept talking about pussy and girls, and their beards were all stained a lighter color around their mouthes which they pointed out and made jokes about. "Yo Danni," one guy said, "you ever try pussy before?" "No," Danni said, "I'm only into guys." "You sure man," another said, "you'd be quiet the pussy hound," he grabbed Danni's chin for emphasis, "once this comes in." Danni laughed, trying to keep it civil. "Haha, I'd like to see that happen." They took a shower that night, trying to wash off the smell of the fratt house. It wasn't perfect, it was far from perfect, but Danni could make this work. ~~~ "Fuck" Danni says waking up the next day "what happened?" something's different? Something feels wrong. "My head is killing me and," Danni looks down to see their cock, longer and harder than usual. Months on E had reduced Danni's dick to little more than a clit, which was the goal, but now it was standing tall and hard like it used to before they went on E. Danni touched it, it felt so good, surely a few strokes, some spit on their hand, and a good couple minutes couldn't hurt. A couple of minutes of teasing quickly turned into a half hour of gooning the type Danni had not done in years. It felt so good. So good to jack off. So good that they didnt realize that mixed in the fantasies about Bennett he, no no, they were picturing girls... big titted girls.... no... that can't be right? They came on their face, a massive load that looks like its been building for weeks. When they went to whip their face Danni felt it... it shouldn't be there. They had made sure it wouldn't come back. But looking in the mirror there it is. The nose rings are still there, the dyed hair, the glasses, but hanging from Danni's face is now a massive beard just like all the other men at Taureau...

They throw on a hat, a hoodie, trying to hide their face. They don't want to be seen. It would be humiliating to be seen, to be read as one of them. Danni's frat bros are all gathered in the living, they try to leave but "YO DANNI! Nice beard, man! You're shaping up to be a real Taureau man after all!" Fuck. "Yeah man!" Another says "Damn and that's only after one day. Imagine how thick it's gonna get after a year here." No. No. NO. "Nice another red beard!" A third says. "But that mustache isn't gonna stay red for long, ammi right boys?" They all laugh and Danni cringes but... no... is their cock getting hard? "Yeah man! Danni's beard is gonna get nice a blonde with pussy juice soon!" Danni tries to pull their hoodie down to hide the growing erection, they need to get out... to find razors... but everyone in the town is the same with massive beards. One of Danni's frat bros sees the growing boner. "Damn HE," stress on the he, "is getting hard! What's wrong all this talk about pussy making you hard?" As much as Danni want's to disagree it is making him them hard... the idea of his their beard getting stained from pussy juice... everyone would know what he is. "Yeah Duke!" one of the frat bros uses a new name for him, Duke, and Danni Duke likes it. "Bet you need to bury that dick in something." "YEAH MAN!" Duke says, his voice now a dumb monotone like all the other jocks. "FUCK BRO I NEED IT." The crowed of men cheer as they rush Duke into the bathroom. There's one last thing to be done... they gotta make him ready to pick up girls... the long hair has to go. One of the frat bros cuts Duke's hair giving him a nice crew cut while another guy calls over an experienced girl from a nearby sorority. By the time she gets to the frat house Duke emerges, he takes one look at her and he knows what to do.

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School keeps you busy and things fall by the wayside so its been months sine you've been able to listen to a podcast a hook up recommended to you call JOCKSTRAP. The podcast isnt really much to write home about, just two jocks talking about being gay and hookups and their time in college. The guys on the podcast were members of a frat called Gamma Theta Sigma ΓϴΣ which has a chapter at your school. The hookup you heard about it from is also part of ΓϴΣ. It's chill, something to take your mind off things and right now, the night before finals begin, you really need to turn off and relax. You put it on and the guys sound different? Their voices are gruffer than they where when you listened last but that must have been a couple of months ago. Maybe they're sick? Who knows. Their familiarity soothes you into a nice, well earned, sleep. After hours of studying, cramming, rereading, and writing you can finally get some rest.

The alarm startles you. You wake up hard as a rock... something that never happens. You silence your alarm and flip through grindr for a couple of minutes looking for any DL trades looking for some morning fun. Nothing, just local older men, professionals, and creeps. You never go on grindr this early, men like that fight like bulls for a twink like you. Still you're so hard, so so hard, you can't help but get off. You try to imagine this one DL guy you service often, Duke, but your mind is blank. It just feels good to get off. By the time you're done you're running late for finals so you rush out of the dorm without noticing you left your glasses behind. It doesn't matter though, you can still see fairly well. You scratch at your jaw once you're on the campus bus, for some reason there's an itch you can't get. You got your mom's genes, smooth hairless skin, but there's a weird rough patch on your chin. You check to see if its a rash but it doesn't look like one. Maybe you're just nervous? You put on JOCKSTRAP again, just to sooth your nerves. The men are talking about politics, about hooking up with someone named Ryan. You don't pay much attention really.

You finish the final confident in a good grade. On your way to the dining hall you hear Duke call for you... he never does that? "Yo bro! Damn what happened to you?" "Nothing," You say but your voice sounds a little rough like you're coming down with a cold. "You sure bro?" Duke never calls you bro. "You look a little bigger and your hair," Duke runs a solid hand through your hair, "did you cut it? The blonde is gone." "No," you scoff brining your hand to your hair to see if he's messing with you, "what are you...?" You hair feels both shorter and farther back on your forehead than usual, like you're wearing a short wig over a bald cap and someone is slowly pulling it off. "What happened?" "No sweat bro, part of all that testo you got in your system. Here," Duke takes his snapback off and puts it on you, "I'll get it from ya later." He winks.

The next few days go the same way. You wake up hard as fuck, get off, and head to the finals, and when the day is done you pass out listening to JOCKSTRAP to calm down. As gross as it sounds you've had no time to shower or investigate what's going on with your hair or your chin. Have you even looked in the mirror recently? The finals are getting harder, despite studying and studying you're, what?, too stressed to recall the right information? The "Ryan" the guys on JOCKSTRAP have been talking about turns out to be a girl. There has been no mention of guys at all since you started listening again, only Ryan who is dating one of? both of? the guys on JOCKSTRAP. You haven't looked her up but the descriptions the guys give are enough for your imagination to run wild. When you thought Ryan was a guy you imagined fucking him every morning when you got off. Since you found out he is really a she it's been a fight not to picture her naked on the bed begging you to suck her clit like a cock. No matter what porn you put on or try to imagine you always cum thinking of her clit in your mouth. Even, occasionally, you imagine yourself cumming in her but you've been fighting that thought. You've never been a giver.

"Brohoho!" Duke says one day after a particularly hard final. "damn that testo works fast, I didn't even recognize you." "Testo?" You ask. "Yeah man, we all know you've been shooting up for try outs next semester." "Try outs?" "Yeah! You're gonna rush ΓϴΣ next semester right?" You try and think, that sounds familiar, right?? "Yeah bro." The words fall out of you without thinking but they sound right. "Hell yeah man!" Duke slaps you on the back. "Love the stache man, it's all retro and shit."

Duke leaves you inconfusion. Stache? You bring your hand to your upper lip and are filled with fear. You find the nearest bathroom and go directly to the mirror. Your reflection is a man you've never met with thick jaw, strong brow, and a thick caterpillar on his upper lip. You rub your hand over it, pull on it, try to get it off but it's attached to you. The man in the mirror is you.

You panic, running back to your dorm. You're freaking out, heart racing, what happened to you? What's going on? You try to calm down with an episode of JOCKSTRAP but the guys aren't on today... it's Ryan. "Hey boys, what are you doing to do this summer." "Get bigger." You say without thinking. "That's right," Ryan says, "why?" "Rush ΓϴΣ in the fall." You say again, your body, your deep masculine alien, dumb voice, answering without you needing to think. Ryan giggles and you get hard. "That's right. And how do ΓϴΣ bros like to celebrate their gains?" "Getting girls." You say, you want to fight it, you want to say you're gay but your cock is so hard and the idea of sucking Ryan's clit of, "Fucking my pussy," Ryan says. "But other girls will do for sure." You hand rubs your throbbing cock through your jeans. "That's a good boy," you moan as she says it, "How close are you?" "So close," you grunt. "Cum for me!" You comply with Ryan's order and in the last moment, between the second you realize you're cumming and the second cum fires from your cock, you wonder which hookup showed you this podcast. It was Duke, right? But the hookup was small, twinky, like you and Duke was never... no wait he was before he started listening to JOCKSTRAP. Then as the realization hits you that Duke was once Danni, your sweet and loving nonbinary partner, your brain is flooded with images of tits, asses, pussies, sports, masculinity and all that intelligence, gayness, and softness is drained out of you through your cock. What's left is Brutus who is gonna rush ΓϴΣ in the fall.

A send up to Maletf32's Hey, You!

Yeah son, I’m talking to you. The little gay boy through tumblr. Thought I was just a picture right? Well I can see you just as much as you see me and, by the looks of it, you like what you see. Too bad Im just some pic of a trucker on the internet.

Imagine if I wasnt. If I was there right now I bet you wouldn't keep your hands off me. Rubbing my chest, my body, my mustache, my balled head. Youd love all that masculine energy, the smell of a real man. Bet youd wanna feel my cock too... bet youd want it real bad.

That's the catch though; you’re not really my type. Im into manly men like myself and you're... I mean youre cut and all but you're it. Don’t worry, I can fix that.

Alright son, imagine this. If you were my type youd be a trucker for sure. Youd have to wear a classic trucker hat. I guess one not too different than the one you got on right now. What do you mean you don’t have one? You walked in with one.

Next thing is youd have to be big. I'm talking built and massive. Whatever time you're not on the road you'd either be in my bed or at the gym. Take your shirt off. What? You're too scared. Nonesene take it off. Not bad actually. You've got some mass on you yet boy! Even got a nice layer of fur on there. What do you mean you dont? Look down. You've been that built since I met you.

Youd also need to have a beard, long, bushy, dark. A real mans beard. A country boy beard thats never seen a razor. One that covers at least your pecs. You dont have one? Thats funny. Youve been growin that since you had hair on your face! You love your beard. Go on. Feel it. Yeah feels good dont it?