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"Yeah, look at that. It's so big and juicy now, don't you think?"

"Ugghhh....yyeeeahhh.......hmmmm.....fucking big and juicy,"

"And the nipples.....fucking sensitive, don't they?"

"Fucking.....mmmhhhmmmmhh....sensitive,"

"And you like that, right?"

"Ye.....yeahhh.....I like that,"

"Because you're putty to my touch. I mold you to be my big dumb muscle slut and you like it, right?"

"Mmmmhhhh.....I'm a big dumb muscle slut,"

"Of course you are. Now, after I let go of your tits, you'll shoot the biggest load of your life, taking all that nerdiness out of your system with it and you'll be my devoted muscle bull, you understand me?"

"Your devoted muscle bull,"

"Exactly. Now, I'm going to squeeze these boobs and then pinch your nipple until it gets hard and perky. As it gets perkier, your 5 incher cock will grow out from its foreskin as it gets to its full mast and before I let go, it will still be on edge, throbbing and pulsating until all your past self gathered down there in your cock. You'll moan like a cheap fucking slut begging me to release you all the time until you said "Please take me out, Master" and only then I will let go, okay?"

"Ngghhh.....too much words...let go....ngghhh ffuuuucckkk....take out.....please.....this is getting too much.....ngghhmmmppphh...."

"Not there yet,"

"Nggmmmhhppphhh ahhh.....please.....my tits.....master...."

"Beg harder---"

When he eventually shoot his load, his cock is a 9.5 inch beast as thick as a Bud Light can while his eyes totally blanked out. But at least he's converted to fulfill his role from just a mere rich otter with firm boobs to a full-blown muscle slut unaware about his identity except that he belonged to one man that used to be his own assistant that he fired months before

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By the way, you can improve your executive function. You can literally build it like a muscle.

Yes, even if you're neurodivergent. I don't have ADHD, but it is allegedly a thing with ADHD as well. And I am autistic, and after a bunch of nerve damage (severe enough that I was basically housebound for 6 months), I had to completely rebuild my ability to get my brain to Do Things from what felt like nearly scratch.

This is specifically from ADDitude magazine, so written specifically for ADHD (and while focused in large part on kids, also definitely includes adults and adult activities):

Here's a link on this for autism (though as an editor wow did that title need an editor lol):

Resources on this aren't great because they're mainly aimed at neurotypical therapists or parents of neurdivergent children. There's worksheets you can do that help a lot too or thought work you can do to sort of build the neuro-infrastructure for tasks.

But a lot of the stuff is just like. fun. Pulling from both the first article and my own experience:

Play games or video games where you have to make a lot of decisions. Literally go make a ton of picrews or do online dress-up dolls if you like. It helped me.

Art, especially forms of art that require patience, planning ahead, or in contrast improvisation

Listening to longform storytelling without visuals, e.g. just listening regularly to audiobooks or narrative podcasts, etc.

Meditation

Martial arts

Sports in general

Board games like chess or Catan (I actually found a big list of what board games are good for building what executive functioning skills here)

Woodworking

Cooking

If you're bad at time management play games or video games with a bunch of timers

Things can be easier. You might always have a disability around this (I certainly always will), but it can be easier. You do not have to be this stuck forever.

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The town festival was in full swing, colorful lights strung overhead, music blaring from speakers, and the joyous laughter of families filling the air. It was an annual event, a time when the community came together to celebrate, but for Officer Mike Carter, it was turning into a day of unexpected humiliation.

Mike, once the star jock of his high school football team, now found himself sitting on a precarious perch above a dunk tank, the cold water below sending shivers up his spine every time a kid hit the target. Each splash was met with uproarious laughter from the crowd, a far cry from the admiration he was used to receiving.

Ten years had passed since his high school days, and while Mike had traded his football uniform for a police badge, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, scrutinized by someone who remembered him from those formative years. His muscles, still firm and strong, were on display, the tight police uniform clinging to his body as he climbed out of the tank yet again.

As Mike stepped down, dripping wet, he caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd. It was the geek from high school—Nathan Adams. Nathan had been the quintessential nerd, small, bespectacled, and painfully shy. Mike remembered those awkward tutoring sessions where Nathan’s intelligence had been his salvation in passing classes. But there had been something else, a strange, submissive feeling Mike couldn’t explain, something that had made his pulse quicken whenever Nathan had been close.

Nathan had changed. The small, unattractive boy had grown into a confident man, dressed sharply, exuding success. Word around town was that Nathan had struck gold in the tech industry, founding a software company that had made him immensely wealthy. The tables had turned, and Mike felt a pang of vulnerability seeing Nathan’s smirk as he watched the former jock make a fool of himself for charity.

Mike made his way to the building at the edge of the festival grounds, where he could change into a dry uniform. He pushed open the door to the men’s room, the relative quiet of the space a welcome respite from the chaos outside. Stripping off his wet clothes, he was suddenly aware of the door creaking open behind him.

Turning, he saw Nathan standing there, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and something darker. “Mike Carter,” Nathan said, his voice carrying a confidence that was new to Mike. “Long time, no see.”

Mike’s heart skipped a beat, the submissive pang from years ago rushing back with a vengeance. “Nathan,” he managed, trying to sound composed. “What are you doing here?”

Nathan stepped closer, his smirk widening. “Just visiting the old town, seeing the sights. Imagine my surprise when I saw you up there, all wet and helpless. Brought back some memories.”

Mike swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for his dry uniform. “Yeah, well, it’s for a good cause,” he said, forcing a chuckle. “Just doing my part.”

Nathan’s eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. “I remember those tutoring sessions,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he moved even closer. “You were always so… eager to please. I never understood why.”

Mike’s breath hitched, the room suddenly feeling too small, too confined. He tried to step back, but Nathan’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength. “Nathan, what are you—”

“Shh,” Nathan interrupted, his grip tightening. “You felt it too, didn’t you? That little spark, that need to submit. It’s still there, Mike. I can see it in your eyes.”

Mike’s mind raced, the past and present colliding in a confusing blur. He had spent years burying those feelings, hiding them behind a façade of toughness and authority. But now, with Nathan so close, those walls were crumbling.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore,” Nathan continued, his voice soft but commanding. “I’m not the same geek you used to know. And you… you’re not as tough as you pretend to be.”

Mike’s resistance melted away under Nathan’s gaze. He nodded slowly, his body responding to commands he hadn’t realized were still ingrained in him. Nathan’s smile turned almost gentle as he released Mike’s wrist and began to unbutton his own shirt.

“Good boy,” Nathan murmured, stepping back and gesturing to the floor. “Kneel.”

Mike sank to his knees, the cold tile pressing against his skin, his mind a whirl of confusion and arousal. Nathan towered over him, a living reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so drastically since high school.

“From now on,” Nathan said, his voice firm and authoritative, “you’re going to do exactly what I say. Do you understand?”

Mike looked up, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and longing. He nodded, the words forming on his lips without hesitation. “Yes, sir.”

Nathan’s smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good. Now, let’s see just how eager you are to please.”

The bathroom echoed with the sound of Mike’s submission, a stark contrast to the laughter and music of the festival outside. The former jock had found his place once again, at the feet of the man who had once been his geeky tutor, now his master. And as Nathan’s hands guided him, Mike knew that nothing would ever be the same again

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WES CHATHAM Hand of God 1.01 'Pilot'

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Sexy Deadlock easily knocks out big beefy Brando.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Night night stud. This is what humiliation looks like. He didn’t even last five minutes. Pathetic.

Deadlock takes a moment to enjoy his victory and flex that sexy physique for the camera. Let’s see those big biceps that knocked out the muscle jobber.

Before waking up the defeated muscle jobber, Brando cops a feel of those big pecs, groping them for his own enjoyment. Total humiliation for Brando. Deadlock has proven this hunk is just a sexy plaything. A big beefy toy to fondle, grope, knockout and enjoy an easy victory.

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And after so much eating we clean the pans....

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Personal Muscle, Uniform Included

Logan sat in his living room, looking out the window and ignoring all the e-mails waiting for his response. He watched as Lt. Storm paced in front of the house and fiddled with his protein shake. Just 15 minutes ago Storm finished a workout session, leaving his muscles pumped and sweaty, which was exactly how Logan enjoyed him.

Logan stood up and walked out of the house to see Storm finish his shake and put on his sunglasses. Storm noticed Logan on the porch and approached him. He stood straight and saluted.

"Commander. Your guard is ready."

"Good", Logan responded and put his hand on Storm's bulging biceps. The soldier didn't react to his touch. "You know what's on the agenda today?"

"Yes, sir", Storm replied, his voice low and gruff. Logan stood inches from him, inhaling his sweaty musk and massaging his arms. "I will be guarding your residence until 1900, when I will accompany you during your meeting with Mr. Janson."

Logan nodded, then licked the sweat off Storm's neck. "Exactly. Now assume your position, lieutenant." He gave Storm's pecs one more squeeze before walking towards the door and back into the house. Storm meanwhile moved into his default position - to the side of the entrance - then clasped his hands behind his back and stood there, not moving an inch, like a statue, guarding Logan's home.

Lieutenant Ryder Storm. 6'5, 260 pounds. Logan was pretty sure that wasn't his real name, but he didn't really care. What mattered was not his name, but that this behemoth of a man was completely under his control.

Many might think capturing and taking control over an American soldier would be a tall task. But well, it wasn't Logan's fault the Army made his job much easier by brainwashing Storm first. Both in that normal way of bombarding him with blunt propaganda and reshaping his personality during training, and in the unusual way of implanting a mind control chip on the back of his neck and connecting it to his nervous system.

As it is often the case with leading a fairly illegal enterprise, the government might want to disrupt one's dealings. And this was exactly what happened one day when a Special Forces squad entered one of Logan's undisclosed locations. The incident wasn't very destructive, no incriminating evidence found its way into the soldiers' hands.

Even better, one of the squad members lost his way and stepped into a small storage hall that Logan used as a trap. He then had the soldier transported to his residence where he began his work.

Discovering that Storm's thoughts were being tightly controlled by a mind control chip was like winning a lottery. He quickly gained control over this fascinating piece of army technology. First, he sent a few signals to the soldier's command to make sure they wouldn't even think of recovering him. Then things got interesting.

Logan spent hours untangling the Army's programming and rewiring it so that Storm would be fearlessly devoted to him, and not any of his previous superiors. The process was a bit messy, but not as hard as Logan expected. It was surprisingly easy to use the Army's conditioning that made Storm an obedient weapon to turn him into Logan's enforcer.

And that was the extent of his original plans. Make the muscular soldier his personal security guard. The criminal underworld he was dealing with on the regular wasn't known for its high regard for bodily autonomy, and having a brick wall of a man standing right beside you really helped during talks and negotiations.

Logan laid on the couch, on the phone with a subcontractor who trying really hard to backtrack on their side of the contract. It's been annoying dealing with the guy. This was a part of a project he expected to go through seamlessly and without drama. The reality turned out to be much more irritating.

Storm entered the living room, checking up on Logan.

"Is everything in order, sir?"

"Yes, it is.", Logan replied after muting the phone conversation. He looked at Storm, how tight the shirt he wore looked like on his built upper body. That’s when an idea came to him.

"After I give you a sign, you will say loudly 'Ramirez has been dealt with, sir.' You understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!" There was no visible reaction on Storm's face, his voice steady and unemotional. Logan grinned and went back to his call.

"Well, I still have a problem understanding your issue." He furrowed his brow. This guy has been really getting on his nerves. Then he looked at his soldier and nodded. Storm understood the signal and spoke, his voice sounding almost like a threat.

"Ramirez has been dealt with, sir." Storm stood at attention with his military boots slamming against the floor, making his presence known both to Logan and to everyone on the other side of the line.

"Well, thank you, lieutenant. You're dismissed." Storm went back to his spot in front of the door and Logan listened to the silence coming from his phone.

"Sorry for that, where were we?"

And this wasn't enough. Okay, these words might give off the wrong impression. The plan was working. Lt. Ryder Storm was the perfect bodyguard, obeying every order coming from Logan, his loyalty always clearly visible, his execution always perfect, which was great news for him and made his work much easier.

Storm was his perfect, most valuable asset.   Just the thought of Storm, this mountain of muscle that intimidated the shit out of everyone who encountered him, was obeying his every word made him instantly hard. At first, he ignored this feeling, but then he realized - there was nothing limiting him. Why should he restrict himself in what he did with Storm?

And so he stopped restricting himself.

Until then Storm had one mode of operation - an emotionless soldier. And Logan set out to addi another one. He spent a few nights trying to figure out the intricacies of the mind control chip that was implanted in the the back of Storm’s neck. And strangely enough, it turned out the Army found a way to adjust a soldiers' sexuality. Why was that even an option? Logan didn't care (although this might be interesting to investigate another time) but again, it made his job way easier.

He was very proud of the results he achieved. With a simple preprogrammed command Storm would turn from a stern-faced machine to Logan's lover. From that point onwards the soldier spent nights in Logan's bedroom, embracing his commanding officer or getting dominated by him in bed. He ate breakfasts with him, sometimes watched movies on the couch with him. It added the romance that Logan wanted.

And he made sure Storm was one horny man in uniform who always went along with Logan's kinks and desires.

Logan decided he was finished with calls for the day. He had people who would take care of that for the rest of today. He looked outside the window and saw Storm standing beside the door, still as a statue, yet ready to attack. Logan stood up and walked over to the door. He opened it and looked at his enforcer to see if that would provoke any reaction.

But there was none. Storm stood still, his behavior not influenced by Logan's sudden appearance next to him. Which was exactly how he was supposed to behave. And Logan was in a mood to exploit that. He stood close to Storm, just inches from his massive chest, and slowly slid his hand under the soldier's t-shirt.

Storm showed no sign of discomfort or arousal, he barely showed any signs of life. So, Logan continued, exploring Storm's clearly developed abs and meaty chest, the muscles moving under his fingers. Storm's skin was warm and slightly sweaty, his body had a very masculine scent, and Logan loved it.

As he explored Storm's body he knew he wanted more.

"Tell me, soldier, what are the chances of an imminent threat appearing within the next hour?"

"Rather low, no foreign activity detected, sir." Storm responded in his standard emotionless and low voice. Logan groaned as he licked his guard's neck and beard, then said:

"Okay, fuck it. Storm, come with me." He then quickly stepped back inside and stood in the living room. Storm followed right behind him.

"Take off your shirt. Leave the sunglasses and dog tags on." Logan barked an order and watched as Storm uncovered his sculpted upper body in one swift motion.

"Wait, I have another idea," Logan said, devouring Storm's chest with his eyes. "Put the shirt back on and this time rip it off your body."

Without a word the soldier picked the t-shirt from the floor and put it on, before ripping it into pieces with his strong arms. Logan, now extremely turned on, came closer to Storm and put his face in between his pecs, taking in Storm's meaty chest and musky smell. Then he had another idea.

He laid down on the floor and said "Storm, start doing push-ups and position yourself so that my face is directly under your chest."

"Sir, yes sir!" Storm saluted and dropped to the floor, putting his arms on both sides of Logan's head. He then began doing push-ups, and every time he lowered his body, Logan would lick his pecs, tasting the sweaty skin and chest hair. Storm meanwhile didn't react to anything Logan was doing. He just kept pushing his body, up and down, up and down, grunting after each push-up, which Logan found insanely hot.

After a while Logan couldn't control himself. He moved his body so that he was facing Storm directly. He then waited for the right moment and when the soldier's face was down he moved quickly and kissed Storm. And that was his trigger - Storm stopped moving and instead collapsed onto Logan, kissing him passionately.

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A Start Up Family Part 1.

Officer David Brandz was a prick asshole who lives next door to me in Hollow Hills. I walk into my drive way at my house as he watches me from his window. As I walk in he gets the nerve to follow me as he calls out my name. I stop turn to him as he could see the anger in my eyes.

“Wow! Hey so my son Jack said you helped him out with Hypnosis a few weeks ago. Well I would like your help with anger issues an yes I know. You are not a professional Hypnotist but I’ll pay you. What do you say?” He stops ranting. I give up after multiple attempts to get him out of my way.

“Let’s begin.” I annoyingly said as he drops onto his chaise an pull out my key chain. I command him to stare into the light as he looks deep into it. He looks at as I sway it back and forth as his eyes slow but steady follow. He looks lost as he slowly falls into a deep trance.

I snap my fingers as his body falls over and his mind opens up to my every word. “Officer Brandz listen closely to me your need to smoke is missing now. I am your only and main concern from this point on my dear. I am all that matters to you Officer Brandz never forget.”I tell him.

“You are madly in love with me my Officer Brandz but I am totally all that matters to you. I am your life, world and total existence in this life. I am your reason for your total existence in mind, body, soul and spirit.” I snap my finger as he stir opens happily an he stares at me for longest while.

He suddenly sits up in his chaise as he looks at me more before he sits down normally. “What did you do to me? What am I ? Who are you?” “I am your Master who you willingly serve in all the ways tang is possible.” I say as he sighs in his own relief.

He stands on his feet as he takes hold of my body.He takes my hand as he pulls me in to a heavy kiss before we are in a total make out session. He is so in love with me as he won’t let me go of me. “Sire you are everything to me my king please serve me in all ways truly possible.” He says.

“I am the truly humble servant that you have always wanted, needed and totally desire. Take my money, my body, my mind, my home and my kid.” He says to me.I kiss him as I push him back to try an survey the house before I am commanding him to take me to his bedroom.

We head in as I open his closet door as he grabs hold of my back an kisses down my neck. His lips feel so cold as it tickles my senses nothing felt this good. I pick out a few good clothes for him to wear as he quickly gets dressed. I turn him over to face the wall as I drop the leather jacket on the bed.

“Now David when you wake up you will forget all about our try out session. You will believe we have been together for well over a long period of time. I walk out of his home as I head back to my place as the slamming of the door woke him up. He wakes up as he rushes out to my home knocking on my door.

“Master, Can I take you out to a movie and dinner tonight? Yes it’s great get your jacket what movie do you want to see. Great let’s go by the way Master I love you more then anybody else. I am so in awe of you because there is nobody in earth like you. You are truly are the greatest man on earth.”He says to me.

After the movie we head trendy new restaurant Max Of Life as he orders for us. He looks at my eyes as the candles are lit an he plays footsies with me. He is dreaming of ripping my clothes off at his home. He wants to worship me like the little white bitch he is.

We are back at his place an hour later as he kisses me only to see his eldest son walk in. “What the hell are you doing to my dad?” I hear him shouting at me as I roll my eyes. I pull out my Medallion as he grabs him by the back an I swing my watch in front of him.

“Sam Malcom listen to me very carefully this is normal an you need to join. You want to be my only Slave puppet as well for me to be the king of your life. I own you in all ways as I rule over the every part of your life. It feels good to let loose completely and serve me in all ways.”I tell him.

“Now Sam listen to me you are gay and also madly in love with me just like your dad. I am your owner, world and the king you are sworn to protect. You are mine for all eternity to do as I wish mind, body, soul and spirit.” I tell him as he looks into my eyes falling back into the floor.

“Master, do you love me like I love you?” He asks me as he looks at me lovingly with no questions ask as I tell him that. He kisses me in such lust as he grabs my waist tenderly. He looks at his father as he sticks his tongue at him like a child. I kiss him again as I shove him onto the couch.

I climb on top of him as we make out like crazy an I pull his clothes off of him. He has a such smooth milky looking skin complexion I was totally in love. I cover his bod with my lips as I slam my cock in him. I fuck him mindlessly as his brains go completely empty an he falls deeper in my thrall.

The End.

The end

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Law, Order and Musk

CW: explicit sections + slurs

Logan laid on the bed, Sergeant Cross looking down at him, preventing him from moving.

"You like that, don't you, you bitch" Cross growled, an arogant smirk on his face. "You need a man to show you your place in the hierarchy." He then flexed his arms. "That's the sight of a real man."

Logan swallowed loudly. Cross lowered himself his face just a few inches from Logan's. "You feel it? The masculine musk of a grueling workout. This is how men smell, this is how real men feel." He then grabbed Logan's head and pushed it into his armpit. "Now feel it for yourself, you scum."

Logan took a few deep whiffs and then licked Cross' hairy pits, almost getting high on his smell. Cross held his head for a moment, before loosening his grip and letting Logan return to his previous position.

Cross flexed his arms again. "Look at these guns. This is raw, masculine power that will crush you if you go against it." He then grabbed Logan by his shirt and thrust him upwards, so that his face was now directed at his bulging biceps. Cross looked at Logan, who knew what to do.

He began worshiping these arms, kissing and massaging them. As he did, he felt his cock leaking, straining against the jockstrap he was wearing. Cross also noticed that.

"Duhuhuh, you like a man putting you in your place." he said as he cupped Logan's package in his hand. "You fucking faggot--"

Logan's work phone started ringing. Cross didn't react, still looking menacingly at Logan, who groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, fuck." He looked at the other man leaning over him. "Okay Cross, time out. Gotta take care of this." Sergeant's demeanor suddenly changed. He quickly got off of Logan and stood next to the bed, his arm up in a salute. "Sir, yes sir."

Logan smirked. "Glad we understand each other. Now go and do the laundry while I take care of this" he ordered the other man, who saluted him again and left the bedroom with a "Yes, Chief!"

Logan answered the phone. It was just a boring call from corporate that could have been an e-mail, but wasn't unfortunately.

It's been just under a month since Cross became a fixed part of Logan's apartment and he still couldn't get enough of that man.

Their paths crossed when Logan's close friend complained to him about a cop that stopped her on her way to work even though she was driving under the speed limit, then went on to be an extremely sexist douchebag during the whole encounter.

So he pulled some strings at work and found a way inside their local police department, where he found the man himself - Sergeant Dylan Cross. 6'4, broad shoulders and chest, bulky arms and legs, that man was the poster child for the police force. And the local gym. Everything about him screamed "I have the power." So Logan decided to change that.

At first he only wanted some revenge. Get the cop under his control with some fancy hypnosis, then humiliate him and make him painfully aware of it. Give him a short but painful lesson about abusing his position and disappear.

But he couldn't get enough. There was something about this man that pulled Logan towards him, and he couldn't deny it. So he changed course. Cross was single and lived alone so the first part was easy. Logan had an apartment way too big for one person, thus he didn't have a problem fitting the cop in.

Then came the training. Over the course of a week Logan worked on Cross, making him completely obedient to him. Using the parts of his police training that found their way into his subconscious Logan made sure that Cross saw as his boss - a Chief with all the power.

With that out of the way, Cross became Logan's personal cop, taking care of everything he needed taken care of. That meant house chores, work-related stuff, providing security on business meetings and so on.

It didn't take long until Logan's attraction to Cross became inescapable. It also didn't take a genius to figure out that the macho cop was straight, but Logan was ready for a challenge. It took him surprisingly little effort to turn the officer from a heterosexual player into a bisexual who exclusively slept with men. And one man in particular.

Depending on Logan's mood Cross was his caring lover or aggressive dom. Logan found himself enjoying Cross's arrogant demeanor and so he made sure that the cop's original personality was always somewhere under the layers of conditioning, ready to be unleashed whenever Logan was horny enough.

Logan was still on the phone when he saw Cross standing in the entrance to the bedroom, hands behind his back, looking straight ahead. He looked at the cop and, knowing that it would take him a while to take care of this call, he made a motion with his hand as if he was lifting a dumbbell. Cross quickly understood, saluted Logan and walked over to his gym that Logan made him organize on the other side of the apartment.

Another 20 minutes later, and Logan was finally free. A few moments after he finished the call Cross came back, his body covered in sweat and his tank top wet and damp. "Sir, reporting after a 20 minute upper body session."

"Good job, officer" Logan answered, already feeling the smell of sweat fill his nostrils "We can now continue where we left off." Cross saluted again, before his expression changed to that of pure anger. He immediately moved over to where Logan was standing, then grabbed and pushed him onto the bed.

Logan watched as Cross took off his tank top, which he then threw on the bed next to him. The cop then walked up tot he bed, standing over Logan and looking at him with disgust. He dragged his hand over his sweaty stomach and let the sweat dropping from it cover Logan's face. "You fucking faggot. Can't get enough of me."

Logan's dick got hard immediately. He licked some of the sweat from his face as Cross leaned over him, putting his arm next to Logan's head. The cop took the tank laying on the bed and put it up to the smaller man's nose.

"Feel it bitch? That's the smell of a real man."

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I was happy to lend my stuck up prick of a roommate a towel. I didn’t tell I hid all of his or that the towel was coated with jockifying sweat and cum. But he needed it so he used it. In fact he used it all week. Each time he dried off he was a little bigger, a little cockier, and little dumber until he was flexing in the mirror, ditching class, going to the gym and fucking with me, and adding his own jock sweat and cum to the rag.