Bad Ace

happy halloween from me and mechanic Tusky! 🎃🥒

“Sit,” Father Mark says every Sunday morning in his office. He always asks the same three questions in that calm, unhurried voice of his. A “no” to any of them carries consequences you try very hard not to think about.

"Yes, sir," he nods obediently.

In this state, he thinks I'm his commanding superior, and this is his job. Hypnosis is easy when ranks and authority have already been trained into his mind.

"Repeat your other orders..."

It was so easy! I saw an ad, made a quick call, and began scheduling an appointment! The guy on the phone made it so easy. Who is my bully? What kind of service do I want? He explained the entire process, and I gave him every detail he needed. All you have to know is it worked perfectly…

Jason showed up exactly as I had specified; SHIRTLESS, toting all the cleaning supplies, proudly announcing “Bully-Maid, reporting for duty, sir,” with his head held high.

After spending the weekend over at his girlfriend’s place, Charlie returned home to his personal hell - the college dorms. He pushed open the door to his room, and immediately, a wave of stale, gym-scented air hit him. A telltale sign: Jackson was home.

Sure enough, Jackson’s muscled frame was sprawled across Charlie’s chair, his big, bare feet propped up on Charlie’s desk, surrounded by an abandoned chocolate protein bar, an unopened assignment envelope, and a small box for what looked like a card game.

“Yo,” Jackson greeted lazily, not even looking up. A slow grin spread across his face as he held up a card, reading it as though it were written in an alien dialect.

“Jar Lee Wheel… Oh Bay Knee?” he muttered, dragging out the syllables. “Ohhh. I think I got it.”

FLASH

He flipped the card over, read the back, and smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie?”

Charlie sighed, struggling to lock the door behind him. “What?”

Jackson grabbed another card and held it out. “Come over here and try this one. Sound it out.”

Charlie barely spared it a glance before dropping his backpack onto his bed. The text on the card was a mess of nonsense: "Yule Are Soup Ear Yore Two Knee."

He muttered it under his breath, frowning. “Yule Are Soup Ear Yore Two Knee…” His gaze drifted to the pile of cards now scattered all over the floor around his desk, and his fingers twitched with the urge to clean. “What is this? Some kind of—oh. It’s that stupid game you were talking about.”

“IncoHEARent, my dude,” Jackson corrected, flashing the box at him. “You read the gibberish out loud, and eventually, it sounds like a real phrase.”

Charlie glanced back at the card in Jackson’s meaty grip, his brain clicking through the syllables. Yule Are Soup Ear Yore Two Knee…

Suddenly, his eyes widened. “Oh. I think I know it.”

“The answer is…” Charlie puffed his chest out proudly, outsmarting his jock roommate once again.

“You are superior to me!”

FLASH

“Good job, bro.” Jackson laughed, flicking the card onto the floor below him. “Isn’t that fun?”

“Um….” Charlie blushed, his proudness deflating. Instead a wave of admiration for Jackson replacing it. “Y-yeah. I guess it was Jackson. Thank you for letting me play.”

“We’re not done yet, Charlie boy.” Jackson holds up a new card “Eye Yam Pa The Tick.”

Charlie struggled to comprehend the bizarre phrase, before he hears it loud and clear in his head.

“I am pathetic?”

FLASH

“You’re getting good, Charlie.” Jackson smirks as he sifts through the cards. Just hearing Jackson’s affirmation lights Charlie’s brain up light up like a Christmas tree. Charlie wonders what he can do to make Jackson say those words again. Charlie’s body absentmindedly slips from his bed to the floor as he rests on his knees. It feels more fitting to be looking up at Jackson rather than on equal level.

“Oh, this is a hard one.” Jackson holds up another card in his thick hand. “Eye Yam Anne M Tea Head Ed Cawk Suck Her”

Charlie’s eager brain clicks immediately.

“I am an empty headed cock sucker!”

FLASH

Charlie’s mouth started to salivate as his throat began to feel empty. All thoughts about his girlfriend, women, boobs fading away as a yearning for a big thick juicy cock to be shoved down his greedy cocksucker throat appears. God, it made him feel like such a pathetic loser. But he couldn’t deny the truth.

Suddenly, his girlfriend flashed in his mind. What will she think? The old Charlie began to put up resistance. But suddenly all thoughts are brought to a standstill as he remembers one thing…

Cock.

Jackson glances at Charlie on the floor - the poor boy on his knees, tongue drooling and eyes spaced out as images of cocks invaded his brain.

“How about we do these last two cards and then we’ll call it a day, okay cocksucker?” He flicked one up in Charlie’s pleasure filled face. “Stray It Men R Soup Ear Yore Zo Eye War Ship Stray It Fete.”

Charlie’s eyes zone back in as the answer slips out of his cocksucking lips.

“Straight men are superior! So I worship straight feet!”

FLASH

Before his mind catches up with his body, Jackson’s smelly straight toes are in his mouth. He sucks and licks their stench. The stench he used to resent so much, now becoming his reason to live. Jackson was superior. Jackson deserved this. He deserved everything.

“Once last card, cocksucker.” Jackson lets out an accomplished smirk. “Eye Yam Stuck Lick This Fur Ever.”

The empty headed Charlie struggled for a bit before it clicked. The old part of himself tried to stop him, but before he knew it, Charlie plopped Jackson’s toe right out of his mouth and said:


“I am stuck like this FOREVER!”

FLASH

A special request from my compatriot @myfriendsforcedmetodothis

I would like to take the opportunity to wish you all a safe holidays and a bountiful new year. I’m just over my one year anniversary within the community, I’ve grown (👀), I’ve learned, and getting to know so many of you has been a true delight.

No one knows who came up with the New Year’s Eve kiss, but I hope you’re all able to find one 😌

1. You eat what I give you.

No guilt, no hesitation, no negotiating. I plan it, I prepare it, I bring it to you.

Your job is to enjoy it and get softer for me.

2. You play your games and stay at your computer. That’s your little world.

You can game, stream, scroll, post pics — especially progress photos. People online get to see what I’m doing to you.

3. You will work, but it stays at that desk. Home only. Headset on, belly touching the edge of the table, snacks nearby.

I don’t want you out running around when you should be growing.

4. You do small chores, and that’s it. Just enough movement to waddle around the house, to make you feel useful —

but nothing that interrupts your main purpose. Watching you try to bend, reach, or catch your breath is part of the charm.

5. Everything else? I handle it.

Errands, planning, money, cooking, scheduling, cleaning, all of it. Your life becomes soft, easy, structured, and taken care of.

Your existence becomes very simple:

Eat. Relax. Grow. Be mine. As long as you follow these rules, I’ll take care of absolutely everything else —