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-Calm down, champ, you're ruining my vacations, why aren't you an adult Good Man and stop crying?... oh, of course, I'm a fool! I had completely forgotten, You are no longer the adult here...-

The sound of my own crying caused an incessant pain in my head, the tears slipped down my bulging cheeks, and my pale face began to redden, why not? Can I stop acting like a child? Why can't I stop crying? why… did I have to bother that Gypsy?

I could feel the eyes of all the people in the hotel judging me and while I found myself humiliating myself sitting on a metal bench The man who was only wearing a tiny bikini did not stop showing a smile hidden in his beard at the same time that he caressed his long, muscular, hairy legs that were now adorned with a bunch of tattoos.

FUCK! I hate this stupid vacation and I hate my little nephew Eliot, maybe I was to blame that Gypsy cursed me for taking a picture under her skirt with my cell phone but she doesn't have to make this 100 times worse! I was also very drunk when I did that stupid thing that I will now regret until I break this stupid curse or whatever that bitch did to me.

I had to beg on my knees for Eliot to keep the secret from his parents and to help me find the witch, I hate being an 8-year-old, luckily my brother didn't mind the idea of being away from his son all day to regain romance with his wife, While I try to find the damn witch who made me wake up the next morning in the little body of my nephew in the same bed as his mother he behaves as if nothing is happening.

Eliot was always a pain in the ass, he used to stick to me like I was his hero or something, he even ruined a lot of my chances with some girls when he suddenly showed up and they thought he was my son, he wouldn't stop bothering me until I told him to show my tattoos or show him my huge biceps and if I don't find the witch soon maybe I'll be the one to do all that soon.

Since I woke up this morning in my brother and his wife's room I could feel that something was not right with my mind, Bright colors, sweets, fuck even passing clouds now distract me because I now have the brain of a child 8 years old?

-Listen buddy, how about I buy you a whole tub of ice cream for yourself and leave you in your parents' room for just a couple of hours? I really want to try something called Votka and I can't have you fucking up my adult time.-

After hearing those magic words, the tears stopped staining my face, I knew it was a trick, that she was just trying to get rid of me, She didn't have time for that childish nonsense, she had to find that lady, but the only thing that came out from my mouth was:

-The… flavor that I want?-

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Thirsty Pup

Grinning, I watched the linebacker drink from his dog bowl. His muscular back gleamed with sweat, little droplets slowly gliding down to the floor. Thick, beefy muscles, moving under his skin.

Jake had just finished his second workout for the day. No wonder he was so damn thirsty. 

As I watched, the only sound in the room was his tongue, lapping up the liquid. Slurping, gulping, eagerly gobbling down the stuff. He didn’t even take the time to catch his breath; he wanted it all, needed it all, down his throat, now.

Such a greedy muscle pup.

Jake drank the entire contents of the bowl in record time. When he finished, he quickly looked up at me, like a dog hoping for more. Twinkling puppy eyes, giving a dumb smile. The young athlete looked adorable like this. From his nose to his chin, his face was covered in white, goopy sperm.

“Nice, huh, bud?” I snickered, ruffling his hair.

Jake nodded, licking the semen off his lips. Thank you, sir. Tastes so good, sir.

Then he looked back down to his bowl, and started lapping up the remnants, thirsty for more. I squatted down beside him, and petted the big jock while he finished his meal. 

If any of his teammates could’ve seen him like this, I don’t think he’d ever make it out of the locker room alive. Sucking cock was one thing - but drinking an entire bowl of semen? Not even porn stars did that. One picture of Jakey like this and his life would be over.

But of course, the linebacker wasn’t thinking about that. Jakey just wanted to enjoy this little treat, slurp it up like the cum-hungry slut that he was, and maybe even impress Master in the process. He still felt it was humiliating, naturally; but that only made him more excited.

My jock licked the bowl completely spotless.

Mmm. His favorite. A warm bowl of cum.

Only thing he didn’t like was the fact it wasn’t Master’s cum in that bowl. Any man’s sperm he loved - but Master’s sperm was like pure nectar to Jakey. It was the first cum he had ever tasted, back in the day; the cum he had been trained with, the cum he had always tasted as a reward. Master’s cum would forever hold a special place in his heart.

“Alright, bud, you wanna go practice with the dildo?” I said, when there really wasn’t another drop left in his bowl.

Jake’s face reddened even more, somehow, and he gave a little whine. Making those dog noises was a lot easier than using human words, these days.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Jakey?”

Usually, he’d be super excited about playing with the dildo. Boy loved pushing a big, thick cock up his pussy - even when that cock was made of silicone. But now, Jakey sat still by his bowl, whimpering softly. Even with that massive neck, those massive shoulders, arms, pecs, legs; the 240-pound college football star looked meek and helpless, kneeled before me like this.

A filthy jockstrap on his loins, a leather collar round his neck that said his name. That was all a slut like Jakey needed to wear.

When I still didn’t seem to understand what he wanted, the jock shifted in his spot, whining out of frustration. He looked down at the empty bowl, then back up at me, then back to his bowl.

What did I tell ya? Greedy little pup, this one.

“You want more, huh, boy?” I chuckled, and Jakey nodded shamefully. Yes, sir. Please, sir. I’ll do anything, I swear.

His nipples were stiff, demanding attention. His face was burning red, and his mouth had fallen open slightly. His eyes were big, gleaming, full of hope and excitement. I knew that look all too well. The linebacker didn’t just want more cum - he wanted his Master’s cum.  His face was mere inches away from my crotch, and he knew how sweet it tasted. He just couldn’t wait any longer.

“Tell you what, Jakey,” I said, giving him a good couple scratches under his chin, “If you manage to fuck yourself for 500 reps on that dildo, you get to taste another load. Master’s load, this time. Fresh from my balls. Sounds like a good deal to you?”

The stud was salivating already. Just the mention of Master’s balls had him drooling all over his own titties. He nodded, eagerly, and darted off to fetch his favorite dildo.

Jake, my jock, crawling on hands and knees, with an entire bowl’s worth of cum sloshing in his belly. His bare, giant bubble butt jiggling as he moved around, his cock throbbing between his thighs.

Aaron struggled against Vinnie’s tight grip on his nuts through his wrestling suit, but bucking only made Vin tug on his nuts. Why wasn’t the referee calling it? Or calling a foul? Surely the whole audience could see he was being groped? Worse, Vinnie’s fingers were rubbing his cock head…and with his coach’s advice to completely abstain a week before a comp, he was rapidly boning up. 

“Shhh, easy now Aaron” Vinnie whispered into his ear, “who’s a good boy?”

“W-what?” Aaron grit his teeth while Vinnie’s hand continued to work his balls and cock. 

“I’ll stop if you’re a good boy for me”

“What the fuc-” Vinnie squeezed. 

“Agh! Ok ok. Fuck”

“Whos a good boy?” The hand curled right around his hardening cock and started tugging.

“I’m a good boy”

“Mmmm. good. Who’s good boy are you?”

“I’m your boy” Aaron said. The jerking was jetting faster. 

“You’re a good slut aren’t you?”

“I’m a.. good slut….” his load was building…

“So you’re my good boy?”

“Please..”

“say it.”

“I’m your good boy”

“Louder”