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rrrubber-c · 2 days ago

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Making a new boyfriend

Adam was home alone, eating his cereal while watching his favorite tv series, as someone rang the doorbell. He turned off the tv and walked over to the front door. He opened the door and was surprised to see Jason, a colleague of his father.

"Oh, hey Adam.", Jason said. "Your dad asked me to get some stuff from your home. Can I come in?"

Adam looked at Jasons handsome face and almost forgot to listen to Jason.

"Ehh, yeah... sure. What do you need? Maybe I know where it is.", Adam answered.

He let James come in and closed the door.

"Can I do something else for you? A glass of water?", Adam asked.

"No, thanks. I'm just here to get those files for your father."

Jason took off his motorcycle gloves and tucked them into his helmet. Only now Adam noticed that Jason was wearing a one-piece-racing-suit. Adam thought that it complimented Jasons body.

"So, what files do you need?", Adam asked again.

"Something for his new project. He didnt get more specific but he said that you would know which one it is.", James answered leaning against the wall.

"Oh, yeah. I know what it is. You can take a seat, I'll bring it to you."

With that, Adam was leaving to go upstairs and James sat down on the balcony.

James put his helmet on the floor and looked over the handrail. The city beneath them was busy.

"I got them!", Jason heard Adam shouting from above.

Adam ran down the staircase fast and went back to Jason. He looked at James and admired his good looks again especially in that one-piece.

"Here.", Adam handed James the files. "So, your a biker? How is it?"

"Oh, yeah, I am. It feels great! Liberating.", James answered. "It is an indescribable feeling. Do you want to try it out?"

"Well, yeah... kinda. But I dont know how to drive a motorcycle."

"Thats no problem. It is really easy. I can teach you in like 5 minutes and you'll know how to drive."

"I'd love to do it, but I dont know how my dad will react when he learns about this."

"Dont worry about him, I'd tell him that you didnt drive by yourself."

"If thats the case, let us begin."

"Wait, I wont let you drive without any protective clothes.", Jason said showing off his one-piece-racing-suit.

"Do you want us to change clothes?", Adam asked slightly aroused. "I mean, we can if you want."

"Well, we could.", Jason said, taking a step towards Adam. "But I could also get you another one. I have one with me on my bike. I'll get it real quick."

Adam waited in the appartement while Jason went to get his second suit.

Adam heard the door close again and was excited.

"I'm sorry, this suit is pretty dirty.", Jason walked around the corner, holding another suit, complete with boots, gloves and helmet. Adam looked at it.

"Well, Jason. It doesnt look that dirty.", Adam said. "But I dont know if I should really do this."

"Come on. Put it on.", Jason pressed the suit into Adams hand.

"Oh, man. That kinda smells... bad?", Adam said.

"Well, I was driving with this suit the last couple of months. With the boots also. Now put it on."

Jason looked happy seeing how Adam started to strip. He took off everything but his underwear. He stepped into the one-piece and put it on.

"Wow! It feels great. I thought it would be more... stiff. And it doesnt smell so bad anymore.", Adam said closing the zipper.

"Yeah, I already broke it in. Thats why it isnt stiff again. You wanna put the boots on now?", Jason said.

"Of course!", Adam leaned forward to grab them but Jason stopped him.

"I'll do this.", he said.

Jason got on his knees, grabbed the first boot and opened it.

"Just slip in."

Adam slid his feet into the boots and Jason closed them.

"Do they fit?", Jason asked, getting back on his feet. He noticed how Adams bulge was growing beneath the tight leather.

"Yeah, the fit as if they were mine.", Adam answered, wiggling his toes inside the boots.

"Good! Now take a walk."

Adam started to walk around through the appartement. He seemed happy.

"Why does this feel so good? I wish I could never take it off!", Adam said.

"You dont have to."

Adam started to stumble.

"Oh god. Whats happening?", he said and closed his eyes. He started to breath heavily and Jason got closer. Jason noticed how Adams breathing slowed down again after about 2 minutes. Adam opened his eyes again.

"Hey babe.", he said.

"It worked.", Jason mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I just said that I'm happy you're here with me.", Jason said to Adam and grabbed his dick. "Lets get out of here."

Adam and Jason left the appartement. They entered the elevator and and drove down to the ground floor. Inside the elevator, James started to hum and tap happily with his feet. The new Adam turned towards him and pulled Jason closer.

"Come here babe. Lets drive around. Only the two of us, forever.", Adam said.

"That sounds great.", Jason said.

The elevator came to a hold. Jason and Adam left and got onto Jason bike.

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Commissioned by @ynew-206

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rrrubber-c · 2 days ago

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I hopped on the light rail, excited to head to the Pride celebration downtown. I couldn’t wait to meet up with some of my coworkers I was marching with. I smiled as I thought about it. I can’t believe we live in a time when massive corporations are bending over backwards to show how much they support us. I was proud to wear my company’s logo on my t-shirt, to show that where I worked was cool with the gays.

There were clearly a lot of people on board headed to the parade. Even though my stop was toward the end of the line, there was only one seat left, and I slid into it.

“Lucky on Pride,” I thought.

And then I looked up to see them sitting across from me. Three hulking men decked out in leather. Leather boots, leather jackets… oh god, were they wearing assless chaps?

I frowned. It was people like them who seemed like they were trying to set the gay rights movement back 40 years. Why did they have to sexualize everything? All it did was announce to everyone that gays are a bunch of perverts, letting bigots confirm everything they believe.

Crap, they saw me looking at them. One leaned in to the leatherman in the middle and whispered something in his ear. The two of the chuckled. Probably something crass.

I must have made a face, as the one on the other end waved and grinned.

“Happy pride!” he said.

I pretended not to hear him.

“Oh, what’s got you so upset?” he continued.

I’d had enough.

“Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I mumbled.

“What was that?”

Fuck. Well, it has to be said. I took a breath.

“Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I said. “Pride it supposed to be for all ages, to show we’re just like everyone else. It’s not about sex, it’s about love! If the only part of the gay community people saw was you guys, we’d still be treated like freaks and criminals.”

I expected them to get angry. I didn’t expect all three to burst out laughing.

“Boy,” the middle one said.

Even though the train car was warm, I shivered.

“We’re not just like everybody else,” he growled. “And that’s the point of all this.”

The leatherman on his other side whispered something in his ear.

“I think that’s a great idea,” the man in the middle said. Then he pointed at me. “Three.”

He snapped his fingers.

My clothes! My clothes had disappeared, and I was sitting naked on the light rail! I tried to cover myself. I looked around, blushing. Time seemed frozen. No one was moving. The train was frozen on the tracks. My head snapped back to the three men, who seemed to be the only people not affected.

“There wouldn’t be a pride celebration without freaks and criminals,” the man on the left said. “Pride is about rebelling against what people tell you is normal or acceptable. Pride is about not hiding who you are.”

“Two,” the man in the middle said, and snapped again.

Suddenly, I wasn’t naked anymore. I was wearing rubber shorts! I could feel them tight on my ass, and… was I commando under them? And… a harness? My hand leapt to my chest, where a leather harness was tightly fastened around my pecs. It brushed my nipple, which now sported a silver hoop. I let out a small involuntary groan. My hand continued upward where it found the source of the sudden weight on my neck- a chain link collar… with a lock!

“And part of who we are is how we connect,” said the man on the other end.

Leather boots on my feet, laced up my legs. Oh god, no.

The man in the middle leaned forward.

“One,” he smirked, and snapped.

I felt a sudden surge of emotion in my chest. My eyes wrenched closed. What… what…. oh god, it felt amazing. It felt… free, it felt, oh god-

I looked up from the floor of the light rail car. Somehow I had gotten on my knees.

I gazed up at the three gorgeous men above me, smiling down approvingly.

Oh god, this felt amazing! To belong! To belong to them!

The one in the middle leaned down to scratch behind the ear of my pup mask. God, the joy! I couldn’t stop grinning.

“What a good boy!” his gravely tone felt like sunshine incarnate.

“That’s our pup!” said one of the other men. I leaned against his leg. This feeling!

The train car dinged.

“This is our stop, pup!” said the last man.

Such joy! Oh, was I the luckiest! To be their pup! To be me! To be owned! I wanted to show the world!

My collar jangled on my neck as I strutted forward.

That’s what that feeling was, so ready to show off my owners! To show that I was a good boy.

Pride.

“Such a proud boy,” said the man as the leash clicked, and he lead me into the sunlight. “Such a good, proud boy.”

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rrrubber-c · 3 days ago

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Extreme Makeover: Matt Meyers & Friends

Matt woke up in Master’s bed. It was early in the morning. But there was no sight of Master or any other guy who could give him the special protein shake he was craving so much. That morning unlike any other morning his hunger was huge since last night’s session with Master had drained him, once again taking him beyond his limits and to incredible pleasure. Luckily, there was enough food in the fridge to fill his empty stomach. But nothing could compete with the special protein shake only a real man was able to produce.

Matt sighed, disappointed that he would break his usual morning routine, still wearing the leather jockstrap, the harness and the bicep/wrist bands from last night’s session. The smell of sweat, lube and Master’s semen was still floating in the air. To Matt it had an arousing effect, making him remember how much he enjoyed cocks. He took a long breath… Sometimes that was all he needed to find the motivation for getting up and to starting his day.

Matt went to the kitchen and had a sandwich, a hardboiled egg and a cup of coffee for breakfast. In about 30 minutes he had to pick up the kids. His two daughters, Emma and Lily, and his son, Thomas, were still elementary students. It was his duty to drive them to school. After classes they would spend a few hours with him before returning home to their mother.

Matt’s soon-to-be ex-wife preferred not to meet him in person. He didn’t mind her behaviour towards him. His soon-to-be ex-wife was the last person he wanted to talk to. Once their divorce was finalized she would tie the knots with her former boss, the same guy she had an affair with for more than a year.

Six months ago Matt was making money as a brick layer, believing to be happily married to a wonderful woman. Every time he returned from a long shift she was the first person welcoming him. Life back then was nothing but ordinary. They weren’t rich. They didn’t have much. Yet they were happy. At least, Matt thought they were. He was completely oblivious of his soon-to-be ex-wife’s affair until the day he came back home early and caught her in bed with her boss.

After an argument which ended with his soon-to-be ex-wife telling him that she wanted a divorce Matt stormed out of the house, jumped into the car and drove off. He didn’t have a clear destination in sight. For two or more hours he was just driving, straight ahead, down the road, to another town. At one point his car ran out of gas. His anger was still burning him from the inside.

With the intention of drowning his sorrows in alcohol Matt headed to the next bar. It was already dark. He didn’t know where he was. But that didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was getting drunk.

His memories of the next couple of hours were fuzzy. He remembered meeting Master for the first time, a confident man dressed in a tailor-made leather outfit, smoking a cigar, ten years his senior and in great shape.

When Matt said that it was time for him to leave Master punched him in the gut. The next thing he could recall was waking up lying on his stomach in Master’s bed while wearing a harness, a leather jockstrap, boots and bicep/wrist bands and being fucked in the ass. To his surprise the pain wasn’t that bad. It just felt weird having a big fat cock inside of him. Master had stretched his hole with some toys and had applied a lot of lube in preparation for his first time with another man. It was Master’s intention to give Matt an experience he would never forget. He also hoped that it would be life-changing because he had come to like Matt a lot - and he would love to spend more time with him, maybe going further than becoming fuck buddies.

At first the sensation was unfamiliar. Matt never felt that full - and he was unable to fight Master off. He was a tower of a man, a giant compared to him. Matt had no choice but to let it happen, to be the one getting fucked.

“You are such a handsome guy,” Master whispered into Matt’s ear. “So much potential.”

It was the first time another man told Matt that he was handsome. He wasn’t that bad looking. But he had always thought that he had an average body, maybe a little overweight. He didn’t consider himself attractive. Yet Master saw something he hadn’t been aware of.

Then suddenly Matt was overwhelmed by a wave of pure pleasure. Master’s cock had hit his prostate, a territory that had never been touched. Matt moaned - and for a few seconds he saw stars, almost blacking out with his chest bursting with an incredible feeling that was totally new to him. It was such an intense experience. Soon enough his body was trembling in ecstasy as Master rode him to the point of no return, an orgasm that could change everything. Matt’s world was about to expand. First his ass became more flexible and more willing to endure Master’s thrusts. However, they didn’t cause any pain. On the contrary, Matt couldn’t get enough of that big fat dick that was giving him such a great time.

It didn’t take long until Master shot his load and filled Matt’s ass with his delicious semen. Meanwhile Matt was changing inside. His old personality was being replaced by a new one once Matt came to the realization that he didn’t want to be with a woman anymore. He had found it more satisfying to be with a man, especially with Master who had opened a door to a new world ready to be explored. Although he didn’t know where he would end up Master assured him that he would find happiness…

Since that night Matt was completely under Master’s spell. He didn’t dare imaging his life without him. Master was all he needed, the one and only person he wanted to be with until the end. And there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him.

When Master told him to quit his job Matt did exactly that. When Master said that he was very much into bodybuilders Matt joined a gym, started to work out five times a week and changed his diet, increasing the daily amount of proteins and avoiding snacks and alcohol. It was hard getting the body Master desired. But Matt did everything in his power to reach that goal - and he succeeded. Matt became a passionate bodybuilder with a delicious ass that was very often used by Master and many other guys. Even when Master encouraged Matt to become a sex worker and porn star he didn’t refuse.

In the last three months Matt broke into the adult entertaiment industry with several gay porn flicks and a pay-per-view website where he regularly uploaded videos of his sexual escapades. Between porn productions he spent his time offering his services to any man willing to pay his fee. He quickly got a lot of regular customers thanks to his muscular body and his charming and adventurous personality.

A lot had changed. Matt was aware of that. But he wouldn’t change anything.

After looking back at the last six months Matt realized that it was time to pick up the kids. He put on an outfit that included a pair of skin-tight leather pants and biceps bands. Certainly he would draw a lot of attention. That was excatly what he was aiming for. He would anger some people in his old neighborhood, particularly his soon-to-be ex-wife who didn’t want anything to do with Matt’s new life as a gay man. His kids, though, had got used to him wearing leather and rubber every day. They could hardly remember how he used to look before he went through his extreme makeover. All that mattered to them was that he was still the caring dad they knew.

Matt waited for his kids outside in front of their home. As expected, his soon-to-be ex-wife was nowhere to be seen and his provocative outfit caused a lot of noise in his old neighborhood. Particularly, his former best buddy Brian appeared to be shocked. Matt greeted him and asked him how he was doing. Hesistant to give him a reply at first, Brian told him that everything was alright. They had an conversation that was a bit awkward. However, there was no animosity between the two. Despite Matt’s changes in appearance and lifestyle he was still the same humorous and frank person Brian used to hang out with, having a beer, watching sports or just talking about random stuff.

“Let’s have a drink sometime,” Matt said before they parted ways.

A week later, to Matt’s surprise, Brian sent him a message asking him if he was interested in watching a game with the old gang which included Matt, Brian and their friends, Mark and Alfonzo. He gladly accepted the invitation.

Their meeting took place at Alfonzo’s home. His wife and children were visiting the in-laws over the weekend. So Alfonzo had a free house for two days.

Matt showed up in gear, a rubber police uniform from a porn video shooting which he had completed an hour earlier. The outfit was so tight, it didn’t leave anything to your imagination. Of course, Brian, Mark and Alfonzo were stunned by his appearance. But they were also impressed by his muscular body.

“Sorry, guys, I didn’t have time to change,” Matt explained with a confident grin. “We had to do some extra shoots with my co-star. They wanted him to shot his load into my open mouth.“

While watching the game Matt realized that his buddies were a bit nervous around him. There was an awkward silence that was killing the mood. In order to brighten things up Matt told the other three guys that they could ask him anything.

“How is having sex with a man compared to having sex with a woman?”

“It’s more satisfying,” Matt said. “You are missing out a lot. The pleasure is incredible. Once you experience it you want more. And before you know it women have disappeared from your wet dreams. But I can tell you that you won’t be bothered by that.”

More questions were asked. Although Matt answered them unbashfully he couldn’t ease his buddies’ curiosity. Instead he made them want to know more. They encouraged him to go more into details, to tell them some dirty stories from his eventful gay life. Soon they were heading for a dangerous path.

Matt saw a chance to turn the situation into something hot and sweaty. He went down on Brian and gave the shocked father of four a blowjob. The experience was life changing. After pleasing Brian it was Alfonso’s and Mark’s turn.

For the next fext hours until early in the morning, Matt introduced his friends to the secrets of cock sucking turning them into his fuck buddies.

When Master found out what happened he told Matt to invite Brian, Matt and Alfonso to their place next weekend. He knew some guys who could take them under their wings…

A year later Brian, Mark and Alfonso had undergone some interesting changes of their own ever since Matt showed them what they were missing out on that day. Each one of them had cut all ties to their respective past including family and friends. Even their wives were no longer part of their world. The dissolution of their marriages could be blamed to three leather daddies known as Master Ron, Master Caleb and Master Lance.

When Brian, Mark and Alfonso accepted Matt and Master’s invitation to come over to their place they had no knowledge of what would occur. They were immediately separated and taken away to their new homes once they walked into the trap. Although they tried to resist, there was no escape for them. In the end they were turned into the men their masters wanted them to become - submissive and sexually adventurous, with a muscular body and a big ass, always hungry for cocks.

Alfonso was the first one who accepted his fate. Claimed by Master Ron, he quickly succumbed to the leather daddy’s charms, especially to the promise of an exciting life in return for giving up his resistance. Already bored by living in the suburbs and working a dead-end job for the past fifteen years and craving for something totally different, Alfonso took his chance to leave everything behind and to have a fresh start.

Brian was the second one of the gang being convinced to choose a new path in life. At first he didn’t get along with Master Caleb, the guy who wanted him to become an agressive bottom. He wasn’t used to being taken care of or being told what to do. For as long as he could remember Brian was the one being responsible for other people as a big brother, as a husband and as a father. It took him some time to allow Master Caleb to be in control. But he had learned to completely trust him and just enjoy the things Master Caleb wanted him to do.

Mark was the last one. He was also a big challenge for Master Lance who almost gave up starting a relationship with Mark. The father of three didn’t have a real reason to leave his old life. His marriage was stable. There were no problems with his children. And he was happy with his job. As a final resort, Master Lance put Mark in a full body rubber suit, chained him to a bench and allowed dildo attached to a fuck machine to spoil his ass for hours. Even Mark couldn’t fight the pleasure the fuck machine was causing. After two hours he was about to cum. But his cock was locked in a chastity cage - and Master Lance was the one holding the key. When Mark couldn’t hold it anymore he begged Master Lance to release him and allow him to cum…

Matt was happy that he and his friends were on the same page again. The spent a lot of time together, going to the gym, encouraging each other to become bigger and stronger and exploring the gay world. They had even started a business as gogo dancers, live sex performers, gay porn actors and escorts. Becoming rich wasn’t their primary objective although they did make a lot of money which they shared with their respective masters who were already planning to have more men joining their family.

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rrrubber-c · 3 days ago

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He was a husband and father - then he came out

*Based on an article and a short documentary I found on the internet. All names were changed.*

Willy Jennings (36) is a guy of average height, 5'10 to be exact, weighing 159 lbs and sporting a five-o'clock-shadow, lean build. Despite being already in his mid-30s he could easily pass for a twink. He doesn’t mind that people guess his age 10 years younger than he really is. His hook-ups are between 24 and 40 years old though as long as they are well-equipped age doesn’t really matter to him. He mostly visits gay fetish bars, especially those with dark rooms, fully dressed in leather or rubber.

“I have been out for three years. Yet I have already lost count of the men I’ve hooked-up with. I am still shocked how easy it is to get laid,” Willy admits with a grin.

He had a wife, two children and a house before he realized that he was gay. “By accident,” he adds.

Inside Willy’s apartment, on a shelf in his living room there is a picture of him with his family, a small stack of papers with his children’s paintings and a handmade card for Father’s Day that starts with “Dear Papa”. Willy prefers to have all of these things close to him. He loves his children. But he also loves men. Since finding out what he really wants he has undergone some changes.

“I used to have a typical straight life”, Willy says when he talks about his past. At first sight his statement doesn’t fit to his appearance: a well-groomed man with neatly plucked eyebrows, short hair, ear rings, and a few tattoos, wearing a pair of skin-tight leather jeans and a mesh tank top. His wardrobe mostly contains leather and rubber gear. “I do own normal clothes, too,” Willy claims laughing. “But I don’t wear them often. I prefer leather and rubber because I find the feeling, the smell and sound just plain awesome.”

Willy lives in a small town where he works as a orthopedist. At the age of 28 he got married. His children came one after the other. They are now six and five years old, a son and a daughter - a picture-perfect family living in a two-story house. The playground was right next door.

Willy recalls the day which changed everything. He sat next to his wife on the couch and told her that there was a man he found attractive. “Hopefully you’re not turning gay now,” she said. The two laughed…

It all started at a bachelor party on a day in September 2018. Willy and his friends went water skiing, then showering, changing clothes. “I saw someone I found incredibly hot,” Willy says. So much that it bothered him. “I didn’t immediately think: I’m gay. But that’s when the thoughts started rolling. I was totally insecure.“

Gay? He? No way!

Or is he? How would he know? He used to laugh at gay jokes, he admits. A relationship with a man did not seem right to him.

What do gays feel?

It took WIlly a couple of months to gather all his courage for a call and meeting with a counsellor of a gay support group he found on the Internet. The counsellor’s name was Mike. The day they first met they immediately connected and ended up in bed together.

Willy remembers: "Mike made me suck his cock. At first I was hesistant. But when I had it in my mouth it felt so natural. Of course, I wasn’t that good at cock-sucking back then. I am now, though. I have even learned to deep-throat without gagging. That’s something I am very proud of.”

“Then Mike asked me if I wanted to ride his cock. I said ‘yes’ before I understood what I had agreed to. He showed me how to douche properly. I didn’t know anything of this. It was new to me. But I wanted to learn. After cleaning my bowels he lubed my hole and I slowly took his entire cock inside my ass. It hurt. At the same time the excitment grew. I was so eager to know what I was missing out. I kept going. When I rode Mike’s cock and it hit my prostate I lost control. In a split second I turned into a cock-hungry bitch moaning in pleasure and crying for more. Noticing how much I enjoyed getting fucked, Mike took over the reins. He stood up and flipped me over. I got on all fours and turned my ass to him. Mike moved into position and guided his cock right to my hole. I was so horny I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, offering up my body to him. Mike grabbed my hips and slowly applied pressure to my hole. Luckily, I was so lubricated and sweaty that when he did this, the head of his cock went right into my ass.”

“He pushed forward slowly and slid into me deeper and deeper. He would back out a little and go back in twice as far…he did this a few times before I felt him filling me all the way up. ‘FUCK ME!’ I groaned as I leaned back on his cock, milking him with my horny hole. I pulled away slowly until just the head of his cock was in my ass then reversed course and rode him balls deep. His grip on my sweaty hips warned me of what was going to happen. He instantly started rough fucking me, shoving my body forward and mashing my face in the pillows on the bed. That muffled my gasps and grunts a little. I thought that my body would be somewhat prepared for an aggressive fuck, I was more than wet enough for this but underestimated his size and strength. Mike started to speed up his pace as he thrust his cock back and forth into my ass, which felt completely maxed out. It was weird being on the receiving end of a cock but I realized that I liked losing control during sex and I did my best to follow his rhythm. He was firmly holding my hips and moving in and out of my ass. It felt so good. ‘Take it, you fucking fag!’ he bellowed as he drove deep inside of me. I felt Mike’s cock thicken, then started to pulse as his cum filled my ass with intense warmth. He pulled back slightly - then drove back in so hard that I had to scream. ‘You are getting bred, faggot!’ he gasped as he pushed his cum deeper and deeper into my ass. We stayed in position panting. When he started to pull out I felt some of his cum dripping down my inner thigh…”

After that Willy could no longer deny the truth.

“The life I knew collapsed like a house of cards.”

The house where he used to live with his wife and children is sold. They tried to live there together for a while, but it was no longer possible for anyone. His wife moved to her old hometown with their children. Daddy sees his children every two weeks. A rainbow flag on a flagpole, visible from afar, is waving on Willy’s balcony.

Willy first confided in his brother, then close friends. He urgently sought answers from others, without realizing that only he can give them.

Before he came out he racked his brain for half a year: he knew what he was feeling, but he also knew what it meant. He was afraid of the reaction, of what would change. But the feeling was getting stronger and stronger that he had to tell everyone in order to be who he really was. “And then you come home in the evening, the children jump into your arms and you think: You can still keep going. Just a little longer”

He will never forget the expression on his wife’s face when he finally told her the truth. “I am a family man, I was very fond of all of this,” he says. She didn’t blame him, she blamed herself. That she might have neglected him. No, it was not like that, he says, as if he knew exactly how and why it all happened and what he was feeling right now. “But it was also a huge, indescribable release when everyone knew it,” he says.

His parents stand by him, for which he is grateful. His friends support him. “At the next street festival, a lot of my friends nodded at me, looking for eye contact, giving me a thumbs-up. Here in our small village I haven’t experience any negativity so far. They have even accepted my leather and rubber fetish.”

Willy’s transformation into a gay leather and rubberman began about six months after his first time with Mike.

“Mike and I became fuck buddies,” Willy explains. “He taught me a lot about gay sex. Though I have evolved from a closet case to an out and proud gay man and he is now in a happy relationship we still see each other - sometimes with his guy,“ Willy says grinning.

One day Mike told him about a friend who was very interested in getting to know him and helping him feel more comfortable with his sexuality. His name was Bruce. According to Mike he had a lot of experience showing men who were new to the gay world the ropes. Willy would definitely benefit from his support.

"When I agreed to see him Mike gave me the address of a bar where Bruce would expect me the next Saturday evening. I told my wife that I would be going out with some friends. At that time I was still in the closet. I didn’t have the courage to come out. I was afraid of losing all the people close to me, especially my children.”

Willy was surprised when the bar turned out to be a popular meeting place for gay men who were into leather and rubber. He considered leaving. But before he could head for the exit a leatherman in his 50s grabbed his arm. “It was Bruce. He said that he wouldn’t let me get away so easily. When I looked into his eyes I knew that I was in trouble. There was something that made him appear enormous,” Willy remembers.

Bruce showed him around the bar. There were corners and doors hidden in the shadows. The latter led to rooms equipped with furniture and toys that were solely made for the purpose of gaining pleasure. Some men were making out, oftentimes with more than one guy, kissing, moaning and panting, getting their cocks sucked or having an intense fuck session. Hands were running over different body parts, wrapped in leather or rubber. The sound of metal was coming from the darkness, mixed with the voices of men who were close to eruption.

"A leatherman around my age was lying in a sling, getting fucked by a cigar smoking silver daddy, big and hairy, at least twenty years his senior,” Willy recalls. “Next to them some guy was enjoying getting a monster dildo shoved into his ass. Soon a fist would take control of the game he and two other guys were playing. His eyes were rolled back in his head while his mouth was wide open. He was definitely lost in lust - and it made me horney.”

All those images burned into Willy’s mind. “I was shocked,” he says. “At the same time I was fascinated. With each passing minute I spent with Bruce who explained me everything I became more willing to be pulled into that world he introduced me. There was so much sex, so many hot guys - and some of them were interested in me as they checked me out, giving me a wink. I was tempted to join them, to allow them to do whatever they wanted to do to me.”

It wouldn’t take long before Willy would become one of them, blending in with those men and acting out his desire. He would be the boy in the sling, getting fucked by a cigar smoking leather daddy, wearing nothing but a pair of leather chaps, Wesco boots and a harness - or the guy who get a monster dildo shoved into his ass before being fisted.

Later Bruce took him to his place and asked him if he wanted to try out some leather and rubber. “I immediately said ‘yes’. Shortly afterwards he gave me a rubber body suit with a rear zipper to wear. I struggled to get in that suit. It was tight. Yet it felt awesome once I put it on. When I looked myself in the mirror I was staring at a complete different person - someone who was confident and hot as fuck. I wanted to be that person - and not that guy who was so afraid to come out of the closet.”

Realizing that he was getting more comfortable, Bruce ordered Willy to bend over. “When I did, he grabbed my hips. Then he pulled down the rear zipper of the body suit and reached for a bottle of lube. I was no longer in control. All I could do was waiting for what was about to happen next. I was already horny so it was alright. Luckily, Bruce was as well-equipped as Mike. His cock was also a bit bigger than Mike’s.”

“Soon I felt blunt heat on my ass. Bruce had quickly docked his cock up to my open hole. His thick head pushed my ring open and he slowly went inside of me. I moaned as he started fucking and the smacking sounds of his pelvis to my ass filled the room. It hurt for a while. But the pain quickly subsided. After all, I was no longer a virgin. Bruce was the second guy who made use of my hole. I knew that more would follow after him.”

“While he was fucking me he told me that there was no turning back for me. I would need a cock up in my ass for the rest of my life. He was right. I love being on the receiving end. It was more fun and satisfying.”

“Once Bruce stopped all of the sudden I asked him what was wrong and begged him to continue. But he said that he was only into gays. I understood what he was up to. So I cried: 'I’m gay! I am a fag! Yes, I need a cock up in my ass so badly! Please, breed me’ As soon as those words left my lips, Bruce drove his cock back in me with full force. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and my mouth opened wide with a high shriek.”

“Both of us came at the same time. When it happened I leaned my head against the mirror painting and grinning. Some time later Bruce turned me around and we kissed…”

“The next morning I came out to my wife…”

Willy says that he is no longer attracted to women. It happened very quickly. As he spent more time with Bruce who took him under his wing he started to embrace his 'new’ sexuality. The last time he was intimate with his ex-wife ended up as an unsatisfying experience for both of them. Though he did try his best he failed to give her the pleasure she was used to.

“That’s when we knew that we couldn’t deny the truth anymore,” Willy says.

A couple of months later they decided to separate and file for divorce. Willy moved to his own apartment and publicily began his life as an gay leather and rubberman.

“I was afraid, of course. But I wouldn’t change a thing. I am happy now. And I can finally be me.”

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Ex-cop shaved hair, pierced his nipple and moved in with a man

This is a true story I read in a magazine a couple of years ago. All the names were changed.

A PROMINENT councillor has walked out on his wife and children for a gay lover he met accidentally on the Internet.

Father-of-three David Ewing, a former policeman, has shaved his hair into a severe crew cut, pierced his nipple and moved into his male lover's apartment. His amazing transformation has stunned his wife Sharon who never had any inkling that he was cheating on her with a man.

Now heartbroken Sharon, 36, is filing for divorce as she struggles to come to terms with the shocking revelation about a man she has loved since she was 14.

But David, 39, said: "I left home because I needed love and I found love. I left because I could no longer put my own desires aside."

The respected pillar of his local community got hooked on gay fetish online groups while recovering from a broken leg he had suffered from a biking accident. He spent hours every night behind a closed door chatting with gay men and learning more about the gay leather and rubber world. He would send messages to a private e-mail address and get secret replies. This was how he met his lover who he calls Sir Ralph, a wealthy business man ten years his senior.

Angry Sharon, who was married to childhood sweetheart David for 16 years, said: "It honestly didn't occur to me that David could start a love affair behind my back. When he left me, David confessed that after having sex with a man for the first time he found out that he wanted a man rather than a woman. For 16 years we lived as husband and wife. I devoted my life to him, raised his three children."

Although Sharon admits she has had an affair after her sex life with David fizzled out last summer, she says she still loved him and never wanted a divorce.

The couple had a happy life with their children Alison, 14, Adrian, 12, and 10-year-old Anneka in their semi-detached cottage in the village of Buckland, Surrey. Engineer David was vice-chairman of the parish council. He was involved in scores of worthy civic projects and ran a youth group during the summer holidays. But things began to change when he broke his leg last summer.

Sharon said: "I'd wake at 2am and notice he wasn't lying next to me. When I went downstairs to see what he was doing he would click off the tablet. Whenever I asked what he was up to he'd always say, `Council business'. There weren't any danger signs like lipstick on his collar or dropped phone calls at home. David never used to go out. And just because he wasn't interested in sex with me, I never dreamed it was because he wanted a physical relationship with a man. He was always very masculine. Not the type who'd belch and get blind drunk but I'd known him for 22 years and there was never a hint that he was gay."

Sharon first met David when she was 14 and their teenage love blossomed into a fully-fledged romance. But she says that looking back she was always the first to initiate sex.

She said: "I felt blessed to be with a man who was so attentive to my emotional needs. But sexually I began to realise I was missing out. Talking to friends I discovered how mechanical our lovemaking was - as if David wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible."

Last summer the couple stopped having sex altogether and Sharon turned to a work colleague for comfort.

She said: "I felt so rejected by David. I told this man that all I wanted was someone to love me and hold me. We started to have an affair and I felt like I was given a new lease of life. But even though I knew my pleasure was important, I felt guilty betraying this husband who seemed perfect in every other way. That affair only lasted three months. David was a wonderful dad and a supportive husband in so many ways. He was a pillar of the community. People used to tell me how lucky I was to have such a decent husband."

But shortly after David recovered from his broken leg he cut his hair short, ditched his conservative clothes for skin-tight shirts and skinny jeans and began to meet a new friend for drinks. His pub visits grew more frequent and began to include overnight stays at the house of a man whose name was being mentioned more and more.

Sharon said: "David went from seeing this guy once a week to three times a week and staying over on a Saturday night. He told me they'd met through a friend after they e- mailed each other. Why would it occur to me that they were having a sexual affair? David had never shown any signs of being gay before."

So Sharon was totally unprepared when David told her he wanted out of their marriage.

"In fact when there was a gay kiss on EastEnders once, I remember him recoiling in horror. There was nothing effeminate about him," she said. "But he said he could not go on living like this any more and I thought he meant he had found another woman. But he said, `I haven't been going out playing snooker with my mate. I'm sucking and riding his cock until he shots his load.' I stood there transfixed, telling myself I didn't hear that right. But his face was blank. I knew instinctively he must have been telling the truth."

David said: "I wanted out of the marriage anyway and I couldn't stand the thought of another woman in my life. I had tried to put my own desires aside and deny them and just carried on as normal. Once you're married, you're in, you're tied down with money, the children and everything else. You might as well carry on. But you get to the stage where you can't ignore it any longer. I never meant to hurt anyone but I couldn't carry on like this."

But Sharon said: "If it had been a woman I might have been able to understand but I never thought for a moment another man would threaten my marriage. And it's all because he met someone on the Internet. I feel repulsed and totally humiliated and cheated."

While Susan is picking up the pieces of her failed marriage, David has fully embraced his new identity as a gay man.

He said: "People say they can't believe I used to be straight. Everything has changed. My voice is now higher. I am also walking differently. I think it's because of Sir Ralph riding my ass every day. I am a new man - and I love my life right now."

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“You see, Mr Watts, the men whose disappearances you’re investigating, haven’t gone missing at all. And as you, hehe, see. They’re all here. Reconfigured, recycled, repurposed. Just like you’re about to be. You’ll see firsthand what’s become of them. Oh yes, Mr Watts… You can protest all you like. As I particularly enjoy this part, where your struggles and screams fade out, as your humanity and identity are gradually overwritten and the only words you’ll only need to know now are ‘obey’ and ‘master’”

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The Ball Gag

Aiden couldn’t believe where he was. He was sitting on the floor of a stranger’s kitchen with his hands bound and his feet tied together, staring up at a stranger holding a head harness with a shiny red ball gag dangling from a strap at the front of it. He didn’t know what he was letting himself in for, but he was too excited and horny to back out of it and not see where this encounter was heading.

Two days ago, Aiden finally gave in to his deepest desires. After trawling through countless porn blogs with photographs of naked men tied up and gagged as they sat helpless on a chair or bed, he had plucked up the courage to find someone to do it to him. He lived in San Fran, but he was shy about visiting the clubs and bars at the kinkier end of the spectrum. He loaded up Grindr and made a new profile, specifically tailored to his newly-kindled BDSM interests.

“I want to be tied up and gagged like a pig, and fucked until I squeal with ecstasy,” was his tagline. That was the sort of language people interested in bondage used on Grindr, right? Aiden barely knew. He rarely used Grindr at all. It’s not like anybody is going to take it literally though, right?

Within an hour of setting up his new account, he was contacted by several guys. Some of them had profile pictures with them wearing leather apparel, often holding an obscure object such as a flog or a paddle. These weren’t the guys Aiden was interested in.

But during the morning after he set up his profile, Aiden was contacted by a handsome guy that looked like he was in his late twenties. “I can make you feel like a true bondage pig if you commit to me,” he said during one of their conversation, and Aiden’s dick jumped at the suggestion. He didn’t quite understand the need for the lingo used by the gay community in San Fran sometimes, but he knew not to be intimidated by it.

The next evening, Aiden drove to the address 12 miles away, and rang the doorbell of a quaint suburban house. A young dark-haired man answered, not looking unlike the display picture of his Grindr profile. After about an hour of small talk and verbal foreplay, Aiden felt comfortable enough to trust this stranger for a few hours of wild BDSM fun, and agreed to have his feet and hands bound.

“So you want to feel like a true fuck pig for a few hours, right?” the guy asked without reservation.

“Erm, yeah, of course,” Aiden replied, a little anxious about what was in store for him.

The guy left the room and Aiden looked around the room from where he was perched on the linoleum floor. Moments later, he was greeted by a leather harness that looked as though it would wrap snugly around his head. Attached to a strap that traversed the harness was a red ball, glistening with a plastic sheen as the light in the kitchen hit its surface. The stranger flicked the ball and it span momentarily on its axis.

“Is that thing going to be comfortable?” Aiden asked, realising the utter stupidity of his question as soon as the words left his mouth.

The man laughed quietly. “It will be a snug fit around your head,” he reassured, “but tight enough to muffle those squeals of yours.”

Aiden was slightly unnerved at the comment, but his dick throbbed harder, even as he squirmed within his ropes as the guy walked towards him, bringing the head harness closer to its new home.

The man stood behind Aiden, grabbed his head forcefully and brought the ball gag in front of his mouth. Holding the gag within his fingers, he thrust Aiden’s lower jaw down with his thumbs and forcefully placed the gag in Aiden’s mouth. Aiden winced and let out a muffled cry, but the man shoved it in even further and a dribble of saliva ran down Aiden’s chin. The straps were pulled around Aiden’s head to both frame and incarcerate it. He pulled the straps tightly so that Aiden felt them dig slightly into his skin. His face contorted a little when the leather straps were readjusted, pressing deeply into the sides of his nose and squashing it a little bit.

The man stepped in front of Aiden to admire his work, and Aiden looked up with a helpless expression on his face, suggesting for a split second that he wanted to change his mind. The man unzipped his tight chinos and dropped them to the floor. He took his white jockstrap off and threw it to one side, then picked up Aiden’s legs and hoisted them apart and threw his bound feet over his head so that Aiden effectively had him in a headlock with his sweaty calves.

The man flexed Aiden’s legs to spread his buttocks apart and ran a saliva-laden finger up Aiden’s ass crack. Aiden shudder at the immensely pleasurable feeling, and jerked wildly as the man slid his wet finger inside Aiden’s asshole to prime it for entry. Aiden let out a stifled cry, masked by the gag in his mouth.

Aiden was frustrated by the ball gag, as it stopped him from biting down or licking his lips. It also had his tongue pressed against the floor of his mouth, disabling him from swallowing the copious amounts of saliva that was collecting in his mouth. But he could still taste. He rubbed his tongue up against the ball gag as much as he could to enable some movement. The gag felt rubbery, but had an unusually salty taste to it, as though it had been dipped in something before it was forced into his mouth.

The man had had enough of tantalising Aiden’s buttocks and caressed his dick in preparation for penetration. He placed each hand on Aiden’s butt cheeks and spread them apart. He slid his long 9-inch throbbing cock partly into Aiden’s hole, then thrust the rest in vigorously. Aiden let out a strange noise that was semi-muffled, yet semi-nasal in its pitch. The man pulled back and thrust again, this time harder. Aiden snorted embarrassingly, as the sound he wanted to make through his mouth was impeded by the large rubber ball nestled between his teeth.

The man leaned forward to get deeper inside of Aiden, which made him bow his head towards Aiden’s head, so that they were staring at each other with only about half a meter between their faces. It would have been romantic if it wasn’t for Aiden’s helpless expression and the man’s derisive smirk that appeared every time Aiden make a sound.

He thrust again and this time Aiden let out a full squeal, albeit a muffled one.

“Yeah, finally squealing in pleasure now, are we?” the man said.

The comment made Aiden’s dick jump. The man pulled back and thrust his meaty cock against Aiden’s prostate, making his dick jump again in succession.

The ecstasy continued for another 10 minutes as the stranger pounded Aiden’s tight ass. Aiden’s face was beginning to feel strange in places, and he put it down to the tight harnesses restricting the blood flow around his face. His nose felt especially weird.

Aiden was heading towards a climax. Each trust brought him closer to the edge. He wanted to reach out and grab his dick to send him over the edge, to finally relieve him of his tension, but his hands were bound beneath him.

The man could see Aiden squirming and his dick oozed yet another slither of precum. He slowed down with his thrusting slightly, and this time slammed his dick in hard. The pleasure soared through Aiden’s body as his prostate was pounded vigorously. The man pulled back and used even more force. This one sent Aiden over the edge.

Aiden began to shoot his load, hands free, as the man continued slamming his dick inside his rectum. The intense pleasure pulsated with every shot of cum that flew out of his dick and over his abdomen and chest. Aiden let out a muffled squeal. The man didn’t stop thrusting, however. In fact, he picked up his speed again.

“Mmmphh!!” Aiden said. “Mmmmpphhh!!”

The pleasure was intensifying. Instead of becoming tender and flaccid after climaxing, Aiden was feeling as though he was getting into the role even more. He hadn’t lost his horn. In fact, it was getting even stronger. He would cum again in five minutes if the stranger kept pounding him the way he did.

The stranger showed no signs of relenting. He didn’t even look like he was close to climaxing himself.

Aiden, however, was squirming and contorting in ecstasy. His piggish snout wrinkled with each pounding and his ears flopped as the vibration of the dick-against-prostate transmitted throughout his body. Aiden was again on the verge of orgasm. Another few thrusts saw him spurt an even bigger load of semen all over himself. This time he shot up to his neck. The watery cum from his last load was already dripped over the sides of his chiselled abs, leaving room for his new white load on his chest.

But again, his horniness didn’t subside. Aiden was confused. Usually he would be finished within a minute after cumming. The stranger’s eyes met his and he gave him a questioning shrug.

“Don’t tell me you want to stop,” he said.

Aiden shook his head, but gave the guy another shrug.

“Oh, you’re wondering why your balls are unloading so much without you going limp?” he said. “I told you earlier, I’d make a true fuck pig out of you. You not only look the part, but you’re orgasming like a pig too.”

Aiden rested his head back to enjoy the harsh pounding of his asshole. Aiden knew he could go on for hours like this, as his balls seemed to refill with even more spunk after he ejaculated each load. He didn’t want to stop for anything.

(Feb 2013)

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Mutt

(A requested story)

Jackson was excited to have his own apartment. He’d grown up in a small family home with seven siblings. As much as he loved his family he longed for his own space, his own freedom. How could he bring girls home when he shared a room with his younger brothers? Plus it would get awkward introducing his revolving door of women. When he found the apartment it seemed too good to be true. It was in the middle of the city, was low rent, and frankly looked amazing. All of the apartments had become available to rent. When he was moving in, he noticed several others moving in at the same time. All young jock types much like Jackson. It was a bit odd. Jackson was hauling his last box up the stairs of the complex to his apartment when he was greeted by his landlord. The man was tall and burly. He was a real stocky Daddy type. A thick beard adorned his face with specks of grey and a firm gut pressed against his shirt. Jackson thought it was disgusting how fat the man was. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, his voice carrying natural authority. Behind the man’s apartment door, Jackson could hear barking and whining. The smell of wet dog seeping through the door. The slightest look of disgust crept onto Jackson’s face. He hated dogs. They were filthy and disgusting animals, why anyone would want one as a pet was beyond him. They were loud and you had to pick up their poop. Why would anyone in their right mind want one? Jackson was a very clean guy so why would he put up with some dirty mutt? As if on queue, a dog slipped out of the landlords apartment and ran towards Jackson. The dog had slobber dripping from its face and mud was caked to its fur. It’s jumped up at Jackson and started slobbering over his face. “Get this fucking mutt off me!” Jackson screamed at his landlord who was just chuckling. The man whipped out his phone and pointed it at Jackson now the dog had jumped into his arms. “Smile!” The man said. Something about his voice made Jackson obey, even though he wanted to be as far away from the animal as possible. He smiled and one the man put the phone down only then could Jackson drop the act and retreat into his apartment.

“Filthy fucking animal!” Jackson muttered to himself as he started opening the boxes strewn around the room. Unpacking boxes, Jackson’s apartment started to feel a lot more like his own. He started with the kitchen, then the living room, then the bathroom. However, once he got to the boxes with his clothes he realised there must have been some sort of mistake. All of his shirts, tees and hoodies were missing, or more so replaced. They all had weird phrases and images printed on them. Phrases like “PUP” and “Sun Puppy” and “Good Boy”. It was all a bit freaky to him. But with no other options, he’d have to start wearing them.

As he slept in his new bed, Jackson felt itchy. He’d scratch as he’d toss and turn. Earlier he’d been finding stray dog hairs around his apartment. The landlord must have let his dogs loose on the property before which frustrated him. He didn’t want some dirty dogs messing up his home before he’d even moved in. As he slept he scratched at his face, his arms, his legs. Even behind his ears which helped him relax as he slept. Once he woke up his skin felt bristly. He’d always been a very smooth bodied guy. He only had light fuzz on his arms and legs but now they were stubbly. Especially his torso. It looked like a five o’clock shadow across most of his skin.

Either way, Jackson knew he still looked hot and wasn’t going to let a bit of hair stop him. Some girls loved a man who had body hair so he just saw it as expanding his market. Although he also felt slightly bloated, he tried to go to the toilet but it just felt wrong. The seat was uncomfortable and he couldn’t go. Without much choice for clothes, Jackson opted for one of the less graphic tees and a pair of shorts. He needed to grab some groceries before he went on a run to get to know the area. As he was shopping he got some weird looks but even stranger found himself almost growling when anyone would stare too long. It was almost like something was stuck in his throat. As he was checking out he noticed his face in the mirror. The hair on his body must have been growing quicker than he thought. Where yesterday he’d had a smooth face, he now sported facial hair around his neck and creeping up his cheeks. Normally he’d have been disgusted by it, reminding him of the rough locals back in his small rural town. But for some reason he liked the looks. It made him feel… good.

As he left his apartment for his run later that morning, Jackson bumped into his landlord again. He had a multitude of leads extending from his hands with several dogs attached. All different breeds and sizes. “Good morning, going for a run?” The man said and Jackson begrudgingly entertained the conversation. He wanted to be as far from the weird landlord and his filthy mutts as possible. “Yeah.” Jackson stated bluntly. “My dogs love a good run so I’m not surprised, make sure you take these with you, you might need them.” The man shoved a fist full of doggy bags into Jackson’s hand. Fucking doggy bags. Why the fuck would he need them. “That’s a good boy.” This statement caused a wave of pleasure to creep across Jackson as a smile cracked into his face. He didn’t like his landlord but he wanted to hear him say it again. Before Jackson could speak the man and his dogs were gone. As he made his way past the other apartments, Jackson couldn’t help but notice they were all quiet, oddly quiet. Some even had their doors ajar. In one he peeked in to see cushions ripped up and what looked like piss on the floor. Disgusting, one of the landlords dogs must have gotten in. He thought it weird but decided to continue outside.

The park adjacent to the apartment complex was huge. Large open spaces, lots of trees and even a runners path. There were hardly any people out, just lots of dog walkers. There was even a huge dog park near the entrance. He could see his landlord letting his dogs loose as they ran around, sniffed each other’s butts and some were even fucking. Jackson turned away thinking it was gross. The landlord gave him a wave and for a moment Jackson wanted to walk over, run even. But he didn’t. He started his run with his music blaring in his ears. He felt good, hot even. How could any girl resist a handsome jock like him. He even passed a petite blonde girl walking her dog and gave her a smirk. But as he jogged on, Jackson felt his stomach rumbling. His guts felt like they were churning. He had to slow down to a jog because it became uncomfortable. His bladder also started feeling like it was about to burst. He needed a toilet, but there seemed to be none around the park. Now desperate Jackson was looking for somewhere to relieve himself. He saw what looked like a small shack for maintenance and ran towards it. He was clenching his crotch in one hand and his ass in the other. He was about to burst. Sweat we pouring down his forehead as he looked around. The coast was clear. He hated that he had to do it outside like some mutt. He squat and pulled down his shorts. As soon as his ass was out it was as if his intestines were pouring out of him. Relief ran across his face as he shit on the floor. He couldn’t help it, he even found himself starting to get hard. Just as he was done he felt almost euphoric. It was then that his landlord started to pass in front of him with his parade of dogs. They lumbered up to his face and started sniffing him, one even going for his butt. The landlord chuckled, “told you you’d need a doggy bag, might even need a few.” The man laughed and walked on. Jackson’s face flushed red as he slowly got up and pulled his shorts back on. The fuck was wrong with him?! As he ran home his tongue idly slipped out his mouth and bounced as he ran, panting the whole way.

Back at his apartment Jackson could help but feel dirty, unclean even. He’d just gone to the toilet in the park and it was like a switch went off in his mind. He couldn’t use the toilet even if he wanted. If he needed to pee he knew from now on he’d only be able to go outside. He felt disgusted as he put the doggy bags full of shit into the trash can outside the apartment. This time as he made his way to his door, he noticed even more apartments with doors left open and in similar states. From outside his landlords door it seemed there was even more barking as the dogs sounded like they were going wild. Once back in his apartment Jackson felt uncomfortable in his clothes. They felt restricting and unbearably itchy. He sat down and started taking off his shoes when the smell of sweaty trainers hit him by surprise. The rotten smell was almost enticing as he lifted the shoe up to his nose and gave a deep sniff. What the fuck was wrong with him. He loved it but knew he shouldn’t. He threw the shoe down in shock. He continued stripping his clothes starting with his socks. He was shocked when he saw his feet were covered in thick black hair. He looked like a hobbit. He then took off his shorts and shirt to see he was covered in the stuff. All matted and sweaty against his skin. Not only that, his stomach looked, bloated? Sitting down it bulged out and was resting in his lap. It was a solid gut. His abs were hidden under layers of thick warm fat. His hands groped and squeezed it but no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it, it was real. His jock body was gone. A roll of fat even creased under his soft pecs above his gut.

He needed help, and fast. What the hell was happening to him. He needed to find someone. They’d tell him what to do. Yeah! They’d tell him what to do. He’d do what they said. That would make him feel better. He didn’t know what to do on his own, he needed direction. Commands. To feel like a good boy. Jackson grew restless and started whining. Something was very wrong. He could t live on his own. He wanted his home. His master. Jackson knew these thoughts were wrong but it was starting to feel like it was all he’d ever known. In a panic he started pacing the room, his belly jiggling with every step. It felt wrong. Something was off. He shouldn’t be walking in two feet. Yeah that’s what was wrong, Jackson was a smart boy. He should be on all fours. He dropped to his hands and knees and started pacing the room. Wait no! His was a human, he walked on two feet didn’t he? He tried to get back up but standing up was making his back hurt. He crawled over to his phone to try and call someone. Anyone. He tapped at the screen but it was just bright colours and shapes to him now. He couldn’t understand it. Jackson shouted out which quickly made his fear worse.

WOOF! BARK! AROOOOO!

Where were his words? His human words? Humans have words. They speak with them don’t they? Why couldn’t he? Jackson kept barking in frustration trying his best to form and word he could but it was no use. He was so scared he started to piss himself. He didn’t know what to do. The puddle grew beneath him. Just when he thought he was completely helpless his front door opened. It was his landlord. In his hand was a leash and a collar. Jackson’s knew whatever this was, whatever was happening to him, it was because of that man. His landlord. His… master. As if on autopilot, Jackson bound towards the man, barking and slobbering. His tongue was now flopping out the corner of his mouth, dribble dripping on the floor. The man towered over him and Jackson felt his ass wiggling. Shaking back and forth. His non existent tail wagging away. “Sit.” Jackson’s ass plopped to the floor as he sat on his haunches. “Good boy.” There it was again, that feeling of pleasure washing over Jackson making his ass shake even more. “Roll over.” Jackson fell onto his back, legs in the air as the man bent down and started rubbing his belly. It felt so good. Jackson wiggled and whined in pleasure. Before he knew it, a collar was fastened around his neck.

With that the last apartment, other than the landlord’s, was vacant. No one knew what happened to Jackson or the other tenants. No one ever did. It was a cycle. Normally people would move in then out in a matter of days. Maybe onto bigger and better things, no one knew what. Except for Jackson himself. He was now a permanent resident living in his masters apartment. His master was kind and tried to explain things to him, but Jackson would just cock his head to the side whenever his master spoke human words he didn’t understand. To the world around him, everyone saw Jackson and the other man in Master’s apartment as dogs of all breeds. All boundy and energetic. Dirty mutts as Jackson used to call them, although now he was one himself. Master even took Jackson for a walk on his own in the park the other day and the hot blonde from before said what a cute boy he was as she stroked behind his ears. He even walked him with one of his friends and their ‘dog’ a couple times. To everyone Jackson was now Jax the cute husky.

Master’s apartment was full of dogs just like him. They all slept together on the floor of master’s room, sniffed each-others butts, fucked throughout the day, went on walks, used the park as their toilet and playground, ate kibble from the same bowl and drank from the same dish. Life was simple for Jax. If you could see him for what he was, not just a mutt, you’d see how hairy the once hairless man was. His pudgy gut from being well fed. How he was constantly sweaty and dirty. Constantly horny. Always naked. Just a brute of a sub for his master.

Tonight was a treat for Jax however. Tonight was his turn in bed with master. They’d fuck senseless as the other mutts slept and Jax would howl long into the night. Although he still needed training. He came before Master let him so he’d be in the cage for the next week as well as have his cock locked away. Jax still had a long way to go until he was his Master’s perfect good boy.

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