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"About what?" He asked.

"What other people look like," I replied.

He had a smirk on his face. The whole situation made me nervous, like I was going to be in trouble.

"You've seen your friends and probably your Dad's. You probably already know," coach said. "You know if I see you staring at my crotch, others probably can too."

"Yeah, I know," I told him and blushed. "That's how I've been able to see a few."

"Oh." He said. "So you're trying to get me to show you mine, huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "If you want to show me."

"Others show you hard or soft?" He asked.

He looked around his living room as if his wife and kids would catch us. It was early afternoon, and no one was home with us. My Dad couldn't get me until after dinner and Coach had an early day so I left with him because he was my ride.

"Both," I replied. "Dad's always is hard when he shows me," I told him.

"You think you'll be mad if I show you?" He asked softly.

I was eighteen, I didn't care what Dad thought to be honest.

"No," I told him. "He doesn't care."

Coach put his hand on his crotch and began kneading himself. I did the same to mine as I watched him and he watched me. I was hard right away but Coach took a moment, kept looking around making sure we were still alone.

He stood up right in front of me and pulled his shorts down, revealing his heavy balls. His cock was caught on his shirt at first, thick as hell, just like I had guessed it to be from watching it. He lifted his shirt and let it fall straight forward, pointing at me.

"So?" He asked, it jumped as he flexed it.

"Thick! Nice," I told him and licked my lips. "Biggest so far," I complimented him.

"Are you good at sucking?" He asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I could really go for a warm mouth."

"Yeah," I replied immediately and wrapped my hand around him and looked up.

I slowly stroked him and smiled up at him. He looked happy as I was, this was going to be great. I opened my mouth and tasted him, he was a little musty from the day and I could smell the soap and cologne wore. I sucked on the thick tip of his dick as he massaged my shoulder in his grip.

I loved sucking cock, especially cock that was off limits. There was something about getting to do the things I wasn't supposed to be able to do. To enjoy men that everyone else stayed away from. Like Dad, he was vocal, I could hear him grunting and sighing to himself.

"Fuck, that's it. Suck my cock," he spoke out loud.

"Mmm," I moaned so he knew I liked doing this for him.

"Yeah, you do. Got myself a little cocksucker, don't I?" He said to me.

I pulled him out of my mouth. "Yes, Sir," I said looking up at me. "And you can fuck me too," I added.

I figured I let him know I was down for however he needed to get off.

"Yeah? I haven't fuck a dudes hole since college. You want to ride me?" He asked and pushed me away and sat on the couch before I responded.

I slipped off my shorts and shirt and climbed on his lap. He aimed his cock straight up and held my hip as I sat down on him. I watched his face go from happy to pure joy as he felt my body wrapping around him, as every thick inch slid slowly inside my welcoming ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it baby. Take it," he growled at me. "You're Daddy do this too?" He asked casually, like it wasn't crazy.

"Yeah, we do," I told him the truth. "Whenever Mom's not home I suck him then he fucks me."

"Lucky dude," he told me. "Glad he can share."

I sat completely down, feeling his warm body pressed against mine. My balls resting on his stomach and his cock firmly entrenched inside me. I felt full, really really full. My cock was jumping because of the pressure he was pushing onto my prostate. I began to pull off when he pulled my right back down.

"No, let me enjoy being completely in for a second," he said with a huge grin.

"Okay," I told him. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.

He paused and then nodded yes.

I leaned in and felt his big arms wrap around me and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I let out a sigh as I melted into him, our body entwined in a forbidden sexual act.

I wondered why his wife would think if she walked in and saw him with his cock inside of me. Would she be turned on like my Dad would be or mad like my Mom? Clearly coach thought it was worth the risk to fuck me.

I slowly rocked back and forth until he began to lift me with his arms. Thrusting his cock in my slowly at first he picked up spread, not breaking our makeout session. I felt so good having him sliding in and out of me, stretching my ass around him as we fucked on his living room couch.

"You're so fucking right," he said finally pulling away and leaning back.

He held my hips, lifting and pulling me down hard onto his lap. The sounds of sex filled the room as we both moaned, grunted and our bodies slammed together.

"I'm gonna live your hole for your Daddy, so it's nice and ready tonight when he picks you up," Coach said.

"Yes, please," is all I could get out as I get my cock erupt all over this pecs and stomach.

"Oh fuck!" He yelled as he felt me squeezing around him and my warm cum coating his skin.

He pulled me down, pushing his cock as far as he possibly could go and exploded inside of me. I felt his body tense as his orgasm gave me the lube he had promised. This husband and father of three was depositing his seed and loving every second of it.

That was my favorite thing about men, they are animals and their needs taken care of, period, nothing more to it. They have basic sexual needs that any willing person should be able to provide them. That's where I came in, my need was to be used by these men, to fill the needs and support them any way I can.

"Thank you Coach, fuck that felt so good," I told him and gave him a hug, my cum smearing into both of our skin as his cock was still hard in my ass.

"Right back at you, I needed that," he told me and rubbed my back as his cock softened and slipped out.

"Anytime, I got you," I told him, opening up our future to more fucking.

"Definitely," he said and held me close.

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You couldn't care less about his relationship. His dick was great and he bred you so many times in the past weeks, you didn't wish for anything more.

However, on a night when you were alone at home, you got a text from an unknown number. It was his boyfriend, reaching out to you out of the blue :

"Hey man! I know my boyfriend is fucking you, I saw your messages. Why don't you come over and we could both fuck you tonight? Do you like being spitroasted?"

You couldn't believe your eyes. He always told you his boyfriend was old-style and monogamous, but here he was talking about spitroasting you. You didn't want to miss that chance, so you text him you're on your way and you jump in your car to drive the same road you drove countless times.

You arrive and the boyfriend lets you inside. He's wearing only a pair of shorts, showing his hairless chiseled chest. You already saw pics of him in the house, but he looked even better than you imagined. He smiles at you, one of the smiles that makes you spread your legs. You couldn't wait to have him inside you!

He says it's only you two for now, but his boyfriend should be home in the next couple of minutes. He suggests you get started to make him a big surprise. You can only think about his cock and you happily follow him onto the same bed where you've been bred many times.

You get naked and climb on the bed. He repositions you so you would face the bedroom door. Whatever he wants! He climbs behind you, applies some lube on his hand and fingers your ass. As if it was scripted, he took out his fingers and put his dick on your hole at the same time as the front door opened. He calls for his boyfriend to come in the bedroom while your hole was begging for his dick to enter.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the doorframe. However, as he saw you, his face turned livid with fear as he looked at his boyfriend and mouthed : "Not again?!"

At that moment, his dick pierced you. In an instant, it was completely lodged inside you, splitting you in two. You yell from the excruciating pain while contorting your body, but the boyfriend grabs your hair and makes you look at the man who fucked you over and over. Ignoring your moans of pain, he tells him to look at that face while he destroys the ass he's been using behind his back.

Still holding your hair with one hand, he grabs your waist with the other and starts pounding you before you even acclimate to his dick. It was painful. Every thrust felt like a dagger entering your body. Your face winced every time his hips hit your ass. Your groans turned to whimpers as your weak body realized it was futile to resist.

You looked at your man, still in the doorframe with his serious face, trying to implore him to intervene. But he looked at you with an expression meaning "Sorry, I can't stop it".

It felt like a thick lava rod piercing your body over and over again. No one has ever been as rough with you. His intentions were clear : he was destroying your ass. When he'll be done with you, your hole will be like a crater left by a bomb. He wishes that his dick is the last one you take, since your hole will be painful for months. You gotta admit that's a sound plan to stop his boyfriend from fucking you!

However, as painful as it is, you catch yourself starting to enjoy it. Being used as an old rag grows on you. His hand pulling your hair sends shivers down your body. You finally relax for a bit and realise that, even if it still hurts, it feels good. You feel like you're being used to your full potential. You even wish he would go harder on you.

However, unfortunately for you, he was almost done. He started howling and erupted deep inside you. No doubt about it, he was proud to have destroyed you. He gets out of you and admires the crater he left behind you, then says you can now run away, and if he ever catches you again with his man, he won't hesitate to wreck your hole even more.

You took your stuff and got home to heal. You get a text from your regular man saying how much he's sorry that his boyfriend found out and how much he will miss your ass. You text him back that you wouldn't mind seeing him again and that it wouldn't be so bad to be caught again.

However, you soon realize that his dick doesn't feel the same anymore. It's like if there was an itch he didn't reach. His boyfriend had changed you, you now needed to get pounded so hard to be satisfied.

You can't count how many times you woke up next to a total stranger as you're both naked and you have no memory of meeting him the night before.

Sometimes, you're left alone in a stranger's bed, and you find a note thanking you for the ass. You looked around for pics, trying to remember who fucked you, but it's always in vain.

This time, you opened your eyes to a familiar room : your own! However, you still blacked out pretty bad. You lift the blanket, your pants are still on, that's a great sign! You also see your wallet and keys on the nightstand, looks like you haven't been a slut this time!

You get up to get some aspirin. As you walk, you feel something hard inside your underwear. You peek at it and find a metal device attached to your dick. You try to take it off to look at it, but it's locked in place.

You look for the key or for a note from who did it, but you find nothing. Not a single trace to explain what happened that night or how to take off that cage. However, you can't keep on looking, you have to get to work. You put on your jeans, a simple t-shirt and your sunglasses. You would look as straight as ever if it wasn't for that stupid cage!

However, it looks like it is meant to stay. Where does it come from? Who has the hey? Do you know him? Will you ever see him again?

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You try to look away from the screen, but a sudden, heavy heat pools in your gut, melting your frantic resistance into pure, helpless arousal. The seams of your grey sweatpants groan loudly as thick, dense slabs of muscle rapidly pack onto your thighs. A pungent wave of raw, unwashed jock musk hits the back of your throat; a thick, intoxicating cloud of stale sweat, heavy pheromones, and sour testosterone blooming directly from your expanding pores.

You gasp, horrified by how deeply your own sudden stench turns you on. Your fingers grow too meaty and clumsy to hold your phone, knocking a half-eaten protein bar onto the couch. As your massive, heavy glutes spread across the cushions, you feel the sticky foil wrapper plaster itself firmly against your sweaty, expanding ass.

Don't worry how bad you reek, the hypnotic programming drones in your emptying head.

You look down, watching your swelling pecs stretch a dark, greasy stain across your straining shirt. The panic fully evaporates, replaced by a mindless, throbbing need to just get bigger. Your traps rise to swallow your neck, and your jaw goes slack as a deep, rumbling belch erupts from your throat, leaving the sour taste of cheap whey and laziness on your tongue.

You don't even bother to cover your mouth. You just sit there, marinating in your own rank heat, stroking your swelling pecs, a perfectly ruined, brainless muscle slob.

"So, you're the guy, our sister was talking about...", Adam (the one with the buzz cut hair) spoke, after Jessy introduced us to each other and rushed inside of the house.

"You're smaller than I expected," Alex (the one with the longer hair) noted, while scanning me with his eyes.

I had been a bit over average with my height of 5'11" and Jessy was around the same height, maybe an inch shorter. But compared to her brothers I felt like a hobbit. They were both close to 7 ft, towering more than a head over me. And if that wasn't enough, they were also very muscular — their arms reaching probably 20 inches.

Adam stepped closer to me and grabbed my arm — his hand almost wrapping it completely, "Do you work out?"

"Hm,,, I go to gym sometime..."

"Definitely not enough," Adam added with a light smirk. "Let's go inside and you can tell us more about yourself".

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I could feel my body relax as I walked out of my last exam. The weight of university had suddenly lifted from shoulders and the burden of corporate life hadn't yet set in. It felt amazing.

Under the refreshing spring sun, I started walking home. I pulled out my phone, planning on listening to some music like I normally did, but something caught my attention. A notification from tumblr.

"Hey man, you should try this podcast, it really changed my life."

It was a message from an anonymous user with a link embedded. Normally I would be a bit more careful, but I was in a good mood so I clicked on it.

It brought me right to a podcast on Spotify, making it easy to start it up and continue my walk.

The podcast began with the buttery smooth voice of a man, maybe around 30. Something about his voice brought me comfort, like there was something hollow in my life that he filled.

I raised my head and puffed out my chest as I walked, now filled with a strange self confidence that had never felt before. But then, my stomach sank as the charming podcaster began to devolve into weird manosphere shit. I clocked out as soon as he began ranting about what makes a real man.

I reached for my phone to turn off the podcast, but I couldn't. I tried again and again, but it was like my body wasn't responding to my brain.

"Now that I've got you." The podcaster said, "let me tell you what makes a real man."

My mind panicked as my body continued walking like nothing was going on.

"Real men are protectors, they build their bodies like fortresses." The man said.

Almost immediately when those words entered my head, I could feel my body change. My shirt tightened as my chest rose into two meaty pecs and my biceps grew until my sleeves were on the verge of ripping. My legs quickly followed suit, making my legs look like any other gym bros.

What do you mean gym bro, I thought. I never go to the gym.

"Do you feel strong now?" The man asked.

"Yes." I heard my voice speak.

No! I mean yes, I do feel strong, but I don't want this!

"Good." The man continued. "But muscle isn't enough to make you big and strong. A real man needs to have his presence be known wherever he goes. A man should take up a lot of space in any room that he's in."

I could feel my perspective shifting higher as my height increased significantly, I must have been at least 6"4. My shirt looked more like a crop top, allowing the breeze to brush against my bare stomach.

Then my stomach sank, it felt like the sun was boiling inside me. I wanted to scream but my body didn't react, it just kept walking. But all of the pain was quickly released as my stomach surged outward, swelling with soft fat until it sagged over my waistband. My waist softened into thick love handles that also spilled over my waistband, giving my body a much wider look.

That was only the beginning, though. My strong pecs became buried in soft fat, growing thick enough to finally rip through my shirt. And the muscle definition in my arms and back disappeared under a thin layer of fat. My legs similarly thickened up, and my body seemed to subconsciously adjust by spreading my legs out as I walked, preventing my thighs from rubbing together. And finally, my ass expanded into two juicy globes that threatened to rip through my tight shorts.

The transformation had completely taken my attention, I had almost forgotten that the podcaster was still talking.

"Now we can't forget what truly makes a man, masculinity. Real men are mature testosterone filled machines, they're sweat covered hairy beasts and they're proud of it."

"Fuck yeah!" My voice shouted in a deep, mature voice.

Stop saying that, I don't mean that. You know I don't mean that, right?

My body quickly became engulfed in an intense itchiness as thick hairs began to sprout all over my skin. You'd be hard pressed to find a spot on my body that didn't have hair, though it was especially thick around my belly, chest, and arms. Also, my clean shaven face soon became covered in a thick black beard.

And just when I thought the changes were over, I felt a pain emerge in my knees, then in my back.

Am I, getting older?

I felt my facial features start to weather and age, though I couldn't quite tell how much I had aged. I felt the sun beating down on my head as my hairline receded slightly. At the same time, patches of hair on my chest and my beard began to go gray, leaving it salt and pepper.

My hand moved up to my belly, moving my thick man hands through the sweat drenched hair on my belly. The feeling felt so foreign to me, I didn't have a belly, let alone a hairy one.

"Fuck..." I moaned as I felt up my growing body.

No! No this is too far.

"How do you feel, big guy?" The podcaster asked, as if he was talking specifically to me.

"God, this feels great." I responded in a gruff voice.

It does feel good, but I hate it.

"Good man. Now, we can't have a man with pasty white skin. A solid tan shows you're a strong working man, and some tattoos always make you look tougher."

The sun felt like it was burning my skin as it took on a more golden colour, though my chest and shoulders turned bright red.

Without me thinking, my hand reached into my backpack to grab a baseball cap. I threw it on to protect my balding head from the intense sun.

The burning on my skin progressed past a normal burn as tattoos began to appear on my chest, arms and neck. I could feel a sense of pride in the tattoos despite the fact that I would never get tattoos like these.

"Now you're becoming a real man," the podcaster continued, "but there's something you're missing. Any real man needs a package that suits his imposing manly body. The kind of dick that can make any woman, or man if that's what you're into, see god when you fuck' em."

The bulge in my tight shorts started to grow as my dick snaked down the side of my leg, nearly peaking through the bottom of my shorts. It grew to a massive 9 inches, creating an obvious bulge in my skin tight shorts. I wanted so badly to cover up, to not be seen like this in public, but my body still wouldn't listen to me. I just kept walking along with a cocky smirk, extremely proud that any passerby would have no choice but to notice my package.

"Now to wrap up this episode, let's deal with that mind of yours." He said.

Wait what!?

"A real man shouldn't have to think that hard. Who needs a university degree when you've got big muscles like that."

No, please, just let me go!

"You love being a dumb jock that let himself go after his days on the highschool football team."

I wasn't on the football team, was I? And I didn't let myself go!

"You love being a rich dad who does nothing but fuck and relax around with mansion."

I have a mansion? Right, I do have a mansion. And you're right, I love fucking.

"Good man. Now make sure to share this with someone that needs to be reminded of what a real man is."

The podcast cut off at the perfect time as I arrived home. Something felt off as I stared at the lavish mansion in front of me, but the feeling quickly faded. As soon as I got inside, it took off the tiny shorts I was wearing. Normally I would just go for a swim naked, but my stupid neighbour complained, so now I have to wear swim shorts.

That's when a great idea popped into my head. As I walked to my backyard, I pulled out my phone and sent the podcast over to my neighbour. A real man wouldn't judge another man for wanting to be naked in his own backyard.

With that out of the way, I stepped out into my massive yard and jumped into my in ground pool.

The time flew as I was floating around the pool, I couldn't tell how long it had been before my phone buzzed. It was a text from my neighbour.

"Why don't you show me what a real man looks like."

My plan worked. My cock jumped at the idea of seeing my stuck up neighbour as a big horny man. I took a video of myself as I walked out of the pool, making sure to show off the star of the show, my belly.

I sent it over and impatiently awaited a response.

"Come to the fence."

My heart skipped a beat as I approached the fence that split our yards. Peaking over, I saw an older, fatter, and hairier version of my neighbour lounging on a chair.

Please, you’ve gotta help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I need to get to the hospital or something maybe, I feel like I’m on fire. Everything aches and- HAUG. OW! Fuck. I keep hearing these voices man. Telling me to- no I can’t. It all started at the gym dude. I was getting changed after finishing my cardio for the day. Trying to be responsible after my last doc appointment. Okay, okay. I was in the sauna when this big guy comes in. Muscles for days man. He has these pecs that are off the charts. They’re thick, firm slabs of meat that just hang from him like pillows. So soft and so firm- OW, my chest. God, where was I? Yeah, so I’m in the sauna and he sits really close to me. Plenty of room, but parks right next to me. You know I don’t swing that way, but I’m kinda checking him out. He has these beautiful tattoos that curl around his biceps, a sleeve on the side next to me. As he’s relaxing he’s kind of flexing his arms and these things ripple like magic on him. They look so good. Augh. Crap. I feel so itchy dude. But he’s leaning in close. I don’t really even register that he’s talking to me. It’s this deep baritone that rubbles in my head, but it’s the way it bounces that I remember. I was zoning out, and started laughing. Bro- huh- I wish I remembered the joke- huhu- it was so-huhuhu ha. Shit bro. So he pulls me close to him, right in his big, strong arms. At this point I don’t know what’s happening to me. All I know is that he’s got me feeling strange. So loose. So free. Before I know it I’m face down on the bench. Sauna is pumping out this heat, steam surrounding us. But I’m not processing that. Behind me, there is a rhythmic pumping, pumping, pumping. Dude, I’m getting railed. But, like, I don’t even mind. In fact, it feels soooo good huhuuuuu. But that voice. He’s talking. Saying how he wants to breed me. Spread his seed. Make another muscular, tatted up stud like him. And I don’t know what happened. My body shivered when he said that. Suddenly it wasn’t my body anymore. It was his. His to use and shape however he wanted. It was like I was being reprogrammed from the inside. He was telling me how thick he wanted each muscle, how wide my neck needed to be. How thick my waist. How coarse my hair would be. Owww, shit this hurts. But it hurts so good. Maybe he wasn’t telling me bro, but I just felt it deep in me. And then, it happened. Man, it was so hot. I felt this twitch and pulse, and I was so full all of a sudden. It rushed through me. My… his… the cock just exploded deep in me. Coated my insides. I felt so good, like I knew what I needed to do- mmmmm fuuuck meeeeee…

What? What’s wrong? Look at myself?

Dude! I’m freaking huge. It looks like new me ate the old me. Bro, these muscles are sick. Look at how they stretch, I bet I can pull mad chicks with these. Girls would love to have these arms wrapped around them, holding them tight, flexing for them as I bury this- wait, dude, LOOK at this python. It’s practically stretched out of my briefs! I look just like me! Or, was it him? Or maybe us. Augh, it’s so confusing. My thoughts are like pudding. I feel so confused and angry and pent up. You have to help me. Dude, you okay? You’re looking at me funny. WOAH bro? Hey, that’s not funny. Stop looking at me like that. Stop looking so cute. Haha, no, dude I’m just-I’m just joshing. You’re just looking so… so good after your gym pump. I guess. Got me feeling kinda weird. Wait, no. Bro, something’s happening. Do you think it’s the muscles bro? These thick, juicy, sweaty muscles? Ngl, they do sound hot bro. You wanna feel them bruh? Huhu I bet you do. Just take a look at these. Boom. Yeah, looks pretty hot right? You’re not too bad yourself bruh. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and join me. It’s good to let those muscles breathe. No, bruh, you can’t go. You can’t leave me like this. Get me all riled up and leave. You’re looking so breedable right now brah, you must be focusing on those glutes. But why work so hard? Why not just let me train you, let me work out your sweet hole babe. I don’t know what will happen. That’s it. Good boy. Just let me hold you. You’re going to look so much better when I’m done with you. Yeah… I know what I want bro. No. I know what I need. I need to fill those fertile guts with my top notch seed. Yeah. That’s right. Calm down bro. Let me tell you what I think. I think you’re going to use my seed and grow into a stud yourself.

His brother even fell for it. "Dude for real? That's crazy," he'd said. His own pheromones had never been that strong and consistent. "You're probably just running into willing prey who wanted to feed you anyway."

Dan had joked. "You want to find out?"

Of course, his brother laughed. "Pred musk doesn't work on family." There'd been decades of research into it and only like five confirmed cases of pheromones turning blood relations into eager gut sluts.

Of course, Dan took it as a challenge. They were just shooting the shit. He didn't expect it to work.

But the moment his brother started whimpering and lapping at his pit, begging for his dick, he knew his scent had worked his magic. So he dumped five loads in his brother's ass and throat. He thoroughly ruined the guy. Pissed on him. Stepped on him. He kept sticking his brother's face in his pit to make sure he stayed in that prey space.

And the whole time, his "pred" brother was begging to get used, churned, and dumped.

And after that fifth load, Dan's stomach growled.

And he shoved his own brother's feet in his mouth.

And he swallowed.