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[transformstory]

LAITH X CYPHL

Laith’s screen flashed bright neon colors in his dark room. He fondled his heavy cock in his hands. His textbooks sat on the desk by the window, blackout curtains drawn. He could see peaks of light seeping through the window… it must of been two… or 3 in the afternoon he couldn’t tell. Lately he had been so horny and distracted from school. His hand had been enough in the past but now he’s craving something a little more….. interactive.

His gooey hand slid up and down his shaft slow. A moan escaped his lips as he ripped his head back to look at the ceiling. His other hand made its way up his chest, fondling the nipples that rested on top of his massive pecks that peaked out from under a tight red gym shirt. The phone continued to flash to the ceiling.

He was fed up with the college he went to. Everyone around him didn’t know his secret which made finding a guy to hook up with hard. Especially when they wanted to try to form something beyond just sex.

He could hear an ad playing before his porn. Usually he would sit there and wait. Maybe play with his cock more. Rub his head with his greased up palm and almost cum before stopping. But this time the ad caught his attention.

“Attention all Males… this is NOT a dating app. This is a discrete app where sex is mandatory and if you refuse you can be kicked off. So are you the commander or the follower? Click here now!”

Laith dropped the hand that was fondling his nipples and picked up his phone. He clicked on the ad quickly and it took him to the App Store on his phone…

“PACT: THE ONLY APP FOR MEN WHO ARE READY TO MAKE A CUMMITTMENT.”

Laith chuckled at the tagline and the clever phrasing before opening up the app.

The app opened to a screen with two buttons.

COMMAND Or CONTROL

The two choices sat on the screen for a long time… fuck…

“I guess the first one is taking commands and the second is controlling others” he though before clicking the control button.

A long loading bar appeared on the screen with designated step markers

STEP 1 CREATE AN ACCOUNT

NAME: LAITH MONTAGNE

CITY: PARIS

COUNTRY: FRANCE

AGE: 20

Laith filled out the questions quickly while stroking his cock.

STEP 2

PROFILE PICTURE PROMPTS:

-Fill your profile with at least 5 pictures chosen from the prompts.

-your cock

-your face

-cock in your mouth

-cock in your ass

-your ass

-your cock in someone

Laith looked at the screen. Fuck. He wasn’t gonna show anyone a photo of a cock in his ass. Partially cause one has never been in him. He wasn’t gonna let a fag blow his load inside him.

He uploaded the easiest two first. A photo of his face and a photo of his thick meaty cock. As he did the tagged prompts for each photo greyed out and moved to the top of each picture.

Next he scrolled through his photos on his phone and found a picture of the time he decided to snap a selfie inside this twink he met on Grindr. Laith uploaded that one next leaving 3 options left.

-cock in mouth

-cock in ass

-your ass

He flipped on his back in his bed and snapped a quick photo of his cheeks, round and firm trapped inside his tight athletic pants that were unzipped letting his cock fly free.

Lastly with a sigh of disappointment he sat up in his bed and reached into the underwear drawers below his bed from. Nestled deep under pairs of ripe jocks and boxers was a large flesh covered dildo. He keeps it in his room in case he meets a particularly hungry bottom with a DP kink. Happened to him more times than you would think.

He took the cock and opened his lips, sliding the flesh colored dildo into the slide of his cheek. The cock creating a large mound on the side of his mouth visible from the outside. He took the photo and uploaded it to his account.

A giant check mark expanded on the page and the bar moved to the next step. He threw the dildo to the end of his bed and moved on.

STEP 3

Cock and ball measurements

-taken to appropriately match up partners based on preferences

Laith chucked. He didn’t even need a tape measure because he already had the dimensions memorized.

LENGTH SOFT- 12.7 cm

LENGTH HARD- 20.32 cm

GIRTH (circumference)- 6.62cm

BALL SIZE- Large

Another check mark appeared on screen

STEP 4

BIO

Laith thought a few seconds before typing.

BIO: Med student with a motorbike and leather collection. Anon only, will wear helmet.

FINAL STEP

AGE VERIFICATION

-Submit a photo of your ID for AI to check authentic age.

Laith sat and looked at his phone. He couldn’t tell if he could trust the app from the porn ad with his sensitive information. As he was about to leave his cock twitched in his hand. A wave of pleasure ran through his body. Fine… I’ll do it

He got his ID from his wallet and submitted the photo to the app.

Another check mark appeared on screen.

Lastly he checked off a small terms and conditions box at the bottom of the screen, to horny to read the long pages of text.

The apps loading bar progressed to the final stage where a note appeared on screen

“Dear customer wait up to 3 days for AI to validate information about account. Have a good day and get to fucking!”

Laith groaned. Fuck. It’s always waiting for these things. I wanted a warm fucking hole now.

Angrily he jerked off and came all over his chest. Fuck it felt good but not as good as it would of been in some twink he met anonymously.

A few days passed and Laith had forgotten about the app entirely until he got a notification on his phone from the PACT app.

“Thank you for the wait. A package has arrived! Follow the steps on the phone after scanning the QR CODE INSIDE”

He walked to his front door and picked up a small package. The package had a large QR code stamped on the top.

He opened the app and scanned the box. A video popped up on his screen.

“WELCUM TO THE PACT APP: THE ONLY APP FOR MEN READY TO MAKE A CUMMITEMENT.”

Laith cucked at the line again as he hand to open the box.

“THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING THE CONTROL ROLE. WHAT IS A CONTROL YOU ASK? OPEN YOUR BOX TO SEE TOUR FRIEND ON THIS SEXUAL JOURNEY.”

Laith took a knife to the seam and ripped the tape off the box.

“A CONTROL IS NOTHING. AI HAS SELECTED A NAME FOR YOUR PROFILE AND YOU WILL BE NOW KNOWN AS STUDENTBIKER69 AND WILL BE REFERRED TO AS IT FROM NOW ON.”

Laith mumbled a curse word under his breath as he peeled the lid open to reveal a shiny metal chastity cage. He dropped the box on the counter and picked up his phone.

“STUDENTBIKER69 SELECT ONE OF THE TWO CHOICES”

I KNOW MY PLACE, PROCEED SIR

Or

I AM CONFUSED

Laith quickly and selected the confused option as his heart started to race. Fuck this he thought. No app is going to make me lock up my junk and not in a cage that’s that small.

The video continued.

“STUDENTBIKER69 CHOSE THE CONFUSION OPTION”

“HELLO. I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE CONFUSED BUT IT IS MANDATORY THAT YOU FOLLOW THE RULES. PARTICIPANTS WHO CHECKED THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS AGREED TO THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS AND RULES.”

1.The control path is for subs with a need for cock

2.Chastity is required for this role and will last the duration of the app usage.

3.Refusal of chastity photo confirmation will result in public shaming and embarrassment.

4.Public shaming and embarrassment includes the following.

-Nudes attached to ID photo sent to major porn sites.

-Nudes attached to ID photo sent to first 30 most used in Contact list.

Laith panicked as he saw a list of 30 names and numbers from his phone pop up on screen. His mother, his siblings, his boss, his friends. Fuck this couldn’t be happening

5. Early termination of the app will result in permanent chastity and the deletion of your account and code for cage opening.

6. Failure to meet the requirements will result your count at the end of each month.

The video continued with two more options

EARLY TERMINATION

or

REPEAT AGAIN

Laith sighed a huff of relief. He hadn’t locked his cock yet so terminating early would only seal the cage and he could though it out.

“EARLY TERMINATION REQUIREMENTS”

1. Sub decides to quit the program

2. Sexual rating is below a 1.5

“EARLY TERMINATION RESULTS”

1. Permanent lock on the cage with code to open deleted from the system.

2.Contact sheet and major porn outlets notified of your photos, name and address.

The video popped up with a single button

CONTINUE?

Laith with shaky hands set his phone down on the table. Then he came up with an idea. If he didn’t continue he wouldn’t have to go through with it. The app would just stay in this state forever. As he pondered the thought the button flashed and a voice spoke through the phone.

“AUTO FEATURE ENABLED. ONTO NEXT STEP.”

The phone moved onto the next video without the permission of Laith.

A countdown appeared on the screen reading 10 minutes.

Laith carefully read the text beneath it as the time started to count down.

Failure to upload photo of locked and confirmed cock below will result in account termination and public exposure.

Laith raced quickly to the box reaching for the metal cage nestled within. He ran to the fridge and quickly rubbed a cube of ice on his hard cock. Fuck he didn’t want to think about how it turned him on a little. After his cock went down the clock read 7 min.

He quickly pushed his balls through the titanium cock ring he could feel how tightly and snug they fit. They must of gotten his measurements from the form he filled out the other day. How did he not see this coming…

Then next was his cock. The cave curved down slightly and was made of a series of exposed bars. His cock would definitely be able to be seen though the chastity device but was obstructed enough to where he couldn’t touch it if he wanted to. He ran to his room and squeezed a drop of lube in his hand, rubbing it on his cock…. Fuck it felt so good. This was probably the last time in at least a few weeks he would be able to touch his cock he thought. He looked at the clock on his phone and it read 4 min.

Quickly he stuffed his cock into the cage. It pressed up hard against the metal bars. As he pushed against his body, aligning the ring with the tube he pushed the two together. He rummaged around in the box and found no key but after examine the cage with 2 min left he found a button on the top. Pressing the two items together with pressing the button Laith heard a lock. The two items clicked into place, however Laith noticed how there was still definitely room to sneak his cock out he would just have to….

A wirrrr came from the device as the light on the button flashed red, then yellow

The two pieces came even further together, forcing laiths long and thick cock from around 20 cm hard to a rough 10 cm, smaller than his flaccid state. His cock started to get harder with no room in the cage but to push up against the bars. His balls ached.

The light flashed green.

Laith with 1 min left clicks on the upload button and a single direction popped up.

-sun must include a photo of its face with the cage and it’s green light in view in addition to its face in the same photo.

Laiths heart dropped. Another picture to ad to the pile. It wouldn’t be enough just to expose him as a guy with a huge cock who had a dildo in his mouth once and fucked a few guys. Now if he failed that would send a pic of his once great cock stuffed tightly into a cage.

The clock counted down from ten and a warning message played. Failure to get photo within on time will result in termination and exposure.

Quickly Laith ram to his mirror and took off his pants leaving him shirtless with a red jockstrap hiding his cage. He parted the jocks pouch to the side and took the photo.

The picture once uploaded automatically sent. The countdown stopped as a loading bar appeared. Laith sat with his new reality and nervously walked around his room. Did he get it in on time? Fuck. What is he going to do.

The bar reached 100% and a new video came up on his screen

“HELLO STUDENTBIKER69 THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. YOUR PICTURE HAS BEEN APPROVED BY STAFF AND AI. YOUR FIRST ASSIGNMENT WILL BE GIVEN SHORTLY AS YOUR ACCOUNT HAS NOW BEEN UPLOADED TO THE MARKET FOR COMMANDERS TO SELECT. AI AND STAFF HAVE DEEMED IT ACCEPTABLE BY PROFILE BIO FOR THE INCLUSION OF MOTORCYCLE HELMET IN YOUR SUB WARDROBE. FIND SELECTED WARDROBE BY SELECTING YOUR ASSIGNMENT AND THEN DETAILS ON THEIR LOCATION, KINKS, COMMANDS, AND WARDROBE WHEN RECEIVING A COMMAND.

“AFTER EACH ASSIGNMENT THE OPPORTUNITY TO RATE ITS PERFORMANCE WILL BE GIVEN TO EACH COMMANDER. FALLING BELOW A 1.5 ON PERSONAL TOTAL AVERAGE WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION.

“GOOD LUCK.”

Laith collapsed on his bed in anger and fear. Fuck he jerked off every day how was he going to live without his cock. And he had never taken anything before much less sucked a cock before. In his moment of fear his phone buzzed.

A notification popped up on his screen.

ASSIGNMENT: STUDENTATHLETE24

-Name: CYPHL

-Location and time: Library Hall A bathrooms in 30 minutes

-Wardrobe: Motorcycle Helmet, Leather jacket, Jock, Knee High Socks, Shoes.

Laith looked at the assignment in fear. Not because of his bottoming inexperience…. But because his cock started to get even harder in its cage.

[transformstory]

Roommate Key holder Chapter 1&2

Disclaimer!: this is not my work but the work of Chastestories here on tumbler. However; the blog is now deactivated so I thought I’d repost on here.

Chapter 1

When I woke up I didn't quite process what was going on. I had been up late

last night and I hadn't planned of getting up before noon. But something

had woken me up and the sun coming through my window was telling me that it

was early. I stretched and yawned.

"Mornin', Paul!", I heard.

"Greg?" I didn't understand. "I thought you would be at home for three more

days?"

"Yeah, I couldn't stand it any longer. My parents were nagging me the whole

time.", he said as I heard him unpacking his stuff. I hadn't expected him

back this early. I had hoped to use this time alone to explore some of my

private interests

Fuck, I thought as I remembered. But I was already too late.

"Dude. What the fuck is that?"

I looked down and saw that I was completely exposed. I had fallen asleep

naked yesterday and in my sleepy state I hadn't even noticed that my

blanket wasn't covering me any longer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My brain was

suddenly wide awake, working hard at some kind of explanation for the metal

cage around my penis. How the hell was I going to explain that to Greg. He

knew I was gay and was completely fine with it but this was much more

complicated. I pulled the blanket over my crotch.

"Yeah, no use hiding that thing now. I've seen it and I want to know what

the hell that is."

Damn, I had nothing. Might as well tell the truth at that point. "Look,

Greg. I thought I had two more days alone. It's just a private kink that I

have."

"No duh, I guessed that much. But what is it?"

"It's a chastity device."

Greg looked puzzled. Okay, that alone would have probably confused any

straight guy that had caught his gay roommate with one. I would probably

have to give up a little more information. "It's basically a cage for your

cock. Keeps you from touching yourself or getting off."

"That is... weird." He probably thought I was a complete freak. But after a

moment he changed his expression to one of curiosity. "How does it work

exactly?"

I couldn't believe it. How did I get myself into this ridiculous situation

where I had to tell my college roommate about cock cages? I really should

have been more careful.

"There are different types but they all work pretty much the same. It's

either a tube or a cage around your shaft and something to keep it on your

body. That can be a ring around the base of your cock and balls or an

entire belt. The cage is then locked onto that in some way. Depending on

the size and shape you can get hard a little bit but will soon be blocked

from growing any more. And jerking off is almost impossible."

"That is so weird. I want to see it again. Show it to me!"

I have no idea why but I did pull the blanket off me again and stood

up. Maybe I just wanted to get this over with. Maybe I didn't care

anymore. The cat was out of the bag after all. But maybe I was also a tiny

bit turned on by the situation. I had never talked about this special

interest of mine with anyone before. I had only been brave enough to buy a

cage a few months ago and had barely worn it. A college dorm doesn't give

you that many opportunities for complete privacy and I had really tried not

to alienate my roommate. But putting it on for a few hours here and there

hadn't been my reason to buy it. I did want to wear it and I had fantasized

about sharing it with someone eventually. A partner that would be into it

as well though. Not my roommate.

"Damn, that's really locked on. And it looks tight." He was right. It was a

little snug right now, especially since I could feel a bit of blood rushing

to my cock. I tried hard to distract myself.

Greg squatted down in front of me to get a better look. I was praying to

every god imaginable that I would not get a full-on boner right now or that

nobody would come through our door. When Greg reached towards my crotch I

had to bite my tongue to keep myself from squealing.

"Really tight." He pinched the metal bars with his thumb and index finger,

careful to touch only the device. He gave it a little shake and tug before

standing back up. I quickly dashed toward my pair of boxer briefs that lay

on the ground and put them on, feeling my cock strain inside its cage. That

had been too much for me. I just hoped Greg was too distracted by my

perverted toy to notice how hard I had gotten under his stimulation.

"I'm sorry", I said. "I didn't really plan on revealing this to you. You

just surprised me. I hope this doesn't weird you out too much. I really

like you as a roommate."

"Dude. Relax, would you?" Greg smirked. "What did you think? That I was

gonna kick you out because you're a little kinky? Come on, man. You gotta

believe I'm a little bit better than that. Whatever floats your boat,

man. Or sinks it, in this case, I guess. I don't judge. I mean. You've

literally heard me fuck at least three different women this year. If you

can deal with that, I can deal with you NOT jerkin' off."

I felt so relieved when he said that. The shock had kind of prevented me

from processing it but I was really worried about our friendship. We had

become quite close since we had moved in together just a few months

ago. Greg was a great guy that got along with everyone he met and while we

had very little in common - he was your typical sporty popular jock and I

was more of a reserved computer nerd - we still had a good time whenever we

hung out. I would have regretted losing that.

"But you still gotta tell me. Why? I get how that thing works now. But

what's the point?"

"That's a bit hard to explain. A lot of people wear them for different

reasons. There are people that just use them to help themselves jerk off

less. I'm definitely not one of those. Then there are quite a few straight

guys that wear them for their girlfriends. Often the girls will dominate

the guys and make them beg for a release or even fuck them with a

strap-on. Kind of a role reversal."

"Well, that's something I'll never try", he laughed.

"Then there are a lot of people that are really enjoying the build-up of

sexual energy. You know that feeling when you're getting really horny?

Imagine how intense that would get when you couldn't jack off."

"I'd go crazy."

"That's kind of the point. For some gay people it's also similar to the

straight people. It's about control in a partnership. One partner gives the

other one the power to control their orgasms."

I thought about stopping there but it felt surprisingly good to talk about

this. It wasn't on the same level as coming out as gay but it was still a

part of me that I had kept secret from everyone. And Greg didn't seem

freaked out at all. At best he seemed aloofly curious about the subject.

"And for some people it's not just the control. It's also about assuming a

role in the relationship. The guy that gets locked up will primarily be

concerned about the free guy's cock and orgasm. Since he won't be able to

do anything about his own cock there is only one in the bedroom that gets

all the attention."

"I thought that gay guys liked to play with each other's cocks? Isn't that

the whole point?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. For most guys that's true. This IS a rather niche

interest. But there are some guys out there that are almost exclusively

dominant tops. Imagine how good it would feel for those guys to have a boy

completely under their control. That is dependent on their cock to have any

kind of sexual release. A man they keep locked up until he is so horny that

he would do everything that he is told. So horny that he would think about

his keyholder's cock constantly and devote his entire sexual energy to

pleasing his man without needing anything in return." I caught myself and

stopped my rambling. Too late probably. I was pretty sure that I had been a

bit too enthusiastic in my description of such a relationship.

"I gotta say, that does sound kind of fun. If I could make a girl that

crazy for my cock, I probably would. So, is that why you wear it? To be

horny for some guy?"

"Well, kind of. But not really. I haven't really met anyone who was into

that kind of thing. I just wear it myself. For me it's about that feeling

of pent up sexual energy. But I would really like for some guy to control

that feeling and make me service him."

There was a moment of silence. Greg was probably letting it think in. That

his roommate was looking for a relationship with a guy that would dominate

him. I couldn't quite believe that I had admitted that either. I hadn't

even been completely honest about that with myself before. I had always

rationalized it away as something that I enjoyed reading about but that I

was mainly into it for the horniness. But now there was no way denying that

I had a submissive streak.

"Hah!", Greg exclaimed. "That's why you're always so secretive when you're

changing your clothes."

He sounded like he had finally solved some grand mystery. Too bad he was

wrong. I guess I had just been shy. Not everyone was as open with their

body as Greg was. He had been waltzing around naked from the first day we

had moved in together. He just didn't give a single damn. Even after I had

come out to him he had resumed sleeping in the nude and changing in front

of me. It had been really uncomfortable at first because I had tried really

hard not to look at his incredible body. But soon we had both gotten used

to it. And Greg didn't really seem to mind that I stole an occasional

glance. I had just never gotten used to being naked around him. To be

completely honest I might also have been a bit insecure about my body. I'm

not fat or anything but I'm far from Greg's muscled perfection.

"Not really. I haven't been wearing it much, really. The longest I've had

it on for was two nights. I was going for a new record this time."

"Why only two nights?"

"It's really hard. It always sounds so fucking hot. To lock myself up and

let myself get really worked up. But then when it comes to the point where

I'm finally getting really horny I lose my control and unlock and jerk

off. I kind of lack the discipline to keep my promise to myself without

someone else holding me accountable."

"Give them to me!"

"What?"

"Give me the keys! I'm gonna keep them. Tell me how long you want to stay

locked up for and I'm gonna give them back to you when the time's up."

My head was spinning. Should I do it? It was a perfect opportunity to

finally go further with this. But I was still wary that Greg would get

freaked out by it all. But there was really no reason to worry. He was

talking about it as if he was talking about buying groceries. I stood up

and walked to my nightstand to retrieve the keys. Both of them. If I was

going to do this, I was going to do this right.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, you need someone to keep the keys away from you. Honestly it sound

kind of fun to torture you a little bit. You're gonna regret this very soon

and I'm gonna be able to gloat."

With some reluctance I handed over the keys. As he put one of them on his

key chain I felt a pit in my stomach. Was I doing the right thing? My mind

was saying no but my cock was saying something completely

different. Paradoxically the act of giving up my cock for a time made it

strain against its cage harder than ever before. I worried about it being

too obvious even through my underwear. Greg held up the other key.

"This one I'm going to hide somewhere just in case you need to get to it

when I'm not around."

Damn. I hadn't even thought of that. Maybe Greg was a good person for this

task.

"So, how long do you want me to lock you up? And think about this

carefully. Once you tell me your number I will hold you to it. No excuses,

no change of plans."

I believed him. He said it with such a matter of fact authority that I took

my time in deciding. The longest I had ever locked up was for two nights.

The same length I was currently locked up. I had hoped to use Greg's

absence to push myself to four nights. I thought that would be a reasonable

time. With Greg's help I could survive two more nights. Yes, I could do

four.

"Four nights."

Greg smiled and jingled with his key chain. "Okay, then. You'll get these

back four nights from now.

Fuck.

Chapter 2

That was the end of that discussion. As soon as we had "agreed" on a time

frame Greg had pocketed the keys and started telling me about his time back

at home. My mind was racing and I could barely concentrate. I had really

just been locked up by my roommate and would not get out of my cage for

another four nights. That alone made me want to break free right that

moment. But no such luck.

We spent the rest of the day like we always would. Talking, watching a

movie, playing some video games. It was too normal. Greg was so completely

unmoved by my whole revelation that I wasn't sure whether it relaxed me too

or made me even more nervous. Every now and then I would forget about the

cage around my cock until I moved in a certain way and felt it. Immediately

I would get aroused again.

The first time I noticed a change in our dynamic was when Greg came back

from the showers. He was wearing a towel as usual and undressed in front of

me. That part was normal. Shyness just didn't come natural to him. However,

something about his movement seemed different this time. Where normally he

was completely casual about walking around naked it felt somehow more

deliberate this time. Like there was a purpose this time. It might have

just been my hormone fueled imagination but it felt as if he was trying to

make me look. And I did look. I looked at his nice, muscular butt and when

he turned around I admired his beautiful pecs and abs that were covered in

neatly trimmed hair that lead a trail down to his cock that seemed even

bigger today than I remembered.

"Dude, you gotta shower too if you wanna come to the cafeteria with me. You

haven't left the room all day!"

I got up and looked for my shower utensils and my towel. Normally I would

wrap my towel around me and discretely strip out of my underwear but that

just seemed ridiculous now. Why would I hide my cock from the man that

controlled it? So I just quickly undressed, wrapped the towel around my

waist and rushed out the door.

As I was walking down the hallway I realized that this was the first time

that I had left my room with the cage on. I had always unlocked long enough

to go to the showers before today. Looking down I saw a bulge in the front

of my towel and I was sure that everyone would know exactly what I was

hiding underneath it. I vowed to deal with my paranoia long enough to at

least get somewhat clean.

The bathroom at least provided some privacy. The two shower stalls each had

opaque curtains and only 7 other people actually used it so I would

probably be alone anyway. I let the hot water run over my body and lathered

myself up. The sensation of touching my own skin was enough to get me riled

up again. I took extra special care of cleaning my private parts. The

design of the metal cage allowed enough access to ensure proper hygiene

thankfully. I considered playing with my ass for a moment but stopped

myself in the end. I was four nights away from getting unlocked and I

shouldn't make it any worse.

The rest of the day was rather normal. We spent some time in the cafeteria

and I tried hard not to think about my locked up dick while we hung out

with some of our friends. The night on the other hand was pretty

difficult. Not only was I acutely aware of Greg's naked body that was just

a few feet away from me. My horniness just wouldn't stop and it took me

forever to fall asleep.

The next day was pretty much the same. Only now I was getting more

confident in my assessment that Greg was toying with me a little bit

because he definitely took his time when he was changing clothes. Other

than that though he acted as if nothing had happened between us which was

as much a relief as it was a disappointment. After having had the

opportunity to talk about it for once it was a bit of a letdown to be back

to dealing with this on my own. It was still incredibly hot though to know

that I was now no longer in control and that I had already broken my

previous record.

The feeling I had was indescribable. Briefly I thought about looking for

the hidden emergency key but that seemed like a stupid idea. Why would I

self-sabotage when I finally had someone who was helping me? Had I had

access to the keys I would have unlocked immediately and spent an

embarrassingly short amount of time in front of some internet porn and

would probably be drenched in my own fluids within seconds. I couldn't go

half an hour without thinking about sex. Knowing that I didn't have the

option made it a lot easier though. Self-control is easy when it's really

someone else that controls you.

The next evening Greg asked me to go out with him and a few of his soccer

teammates. I declined because I didn't think I could take being around a

group of hot guys while being drunk, horny and locked up. So I stayed at

home and watched some porn which only frustrated me more. Three more nights

I thought and decided to go to bed early, hoping it would make my release

day come sooner.

I was once again woken up by the sound of Greg entering our room. He wasn't

alone though. I heard some giggling and rustling of clothes being removed.

"Are you sure your roommate is asleep?" A female voice.

"Yeah, don't worry. He sleeps like a stone." Both of them were obviously

quite tipsy. "And he wouldn't perv on you anyways, he's gay."

I wanted to give them their privacy. I really did. But I just couldn't help

myself. When I heard the telltale noises of drunk sex I opened my eyes just

enough to see what was going on. Immediately I filled my cage up. The

street lanterns made the room bright enough to see Greg's entire backside

and he pounded away at some girl I couldn't even see under his massive

frame. I could only hear her moan in pleasure whenever in pelvis

descendent. I watched closely as he picked up his rhythm. Observed the

muscles in his gorgeous ass working with every thrust. I didn't even notice

at first that Greg was looking at me now.

When I finally met his gaze I wanted to look away but I didn't. He stared

at me so intently that I couldn't turn my head away even If I tried. He

wasn't smiling but I could see that he wasn't mad. It was more of an

invitation that I gladly accepted. He picked up the pace and I could see

the pearls of sweat that were forming on his back. His expression changed

to one of intense pleasure and I could see that he was close to coming. My

own cock was twitching in its prison. I reached down to adjust it and felt

the slick feeling of precum in my underpants.

"Are you ready?", he asked.

"Yeah!", moaned the girl but I knew the question wasn't for her. It was

directed at me. I nodded almost imperceptibly and just moments later Greg

thrust into her once more and left out a load groan. His body shook but he

never broke eye contact with me until his orgasm was over. At that point I

was finally able to close my eyes, roll over and pretend to sleep.

We didn't speak about this incident the next morning. Not a single

word. When I woke up the girl was gone already and Greg was dressed and

ready to go to the library. Once again we spent the next two days and

nights pretending everything was completely normal other than Greg's sudden

inability to change his clothes in a reasonable time.

Finally, it was my release day and I was more than ready to get out of this

cage. I didn't know though what time Greg would give me the keys back so I

spent all day on edge. When he came home that evening I was probably

looking like a puppy that was waiting by the door for its owner to come

back because Greg laughed as soon as he saw me.

"That desperate already?"

"You have no idea how difficult this was."

"But it's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes. Don't get me wrong. It was difficult but I am so fucking grateful

that you are doing this for me. This was without a doubt on of the best

experiences in my life. You wouldn't believe how fucking horny I am."

"So, do you really want me to unlock you then? Or is that just your basic

instinct talking?"

"No, I really, really want to jerk off now." I was getting nervous.

"I read up a bit on your fetish. And I've seen people that were locked up

for way longer. Six days seems kind of beginner territory."

"Well, I guess. I am a beginner though. And it's not like I have any chance

to use this pent up energy. No boyfriend in sight. So I'm just doing this

for myself."

"You did enjoy the show the other night though, didn't you? It was the

first time you were ever brave enough to watch me with a girl. That was

pretty hot I have to say."

I was quite embarrassed. Of course I knew that he had noticed me but I had

thought that we would just ignore that. I decided to go into the offensive

for once. "Well, you did seem to be turned on by being watched."

Greg laughed. He wasn't embarrassed at all. "Yeah, I have to admit. I do

enjoy a bit of an audience. You might have noticed that I have a slight

exhibitionist streak."

"Maybe."

The conversation wasn't helping with my horniness problem. My dick was once

again testing the boundaries of its cage. But it seemed like I wasn't the

only one that was turned on now. Greg hand was suspiciously groping his own

bulge that looked even more pronounced than usually.

"So", he said and stared me down. "Are you up for a little offer? You agree

to an additional night of lock up and in exchange you get to watch me jerk

off right now. With the lights on this time."

"Yes!", I blurted out before I even realized what I was agreeing to. This

was getting really weird. I had agreed to Greg keeping my keys away from me

but now things were getting really complicated. I didn't want him to freak

out after coming and ending our friendship. But that didn't really seem

like something that Greg would do. It didn't matter much though. Greg was

already unbuttoning his shirt and I could feel my mental resistance falter

with every button.

"Why do you want me locked up for longer though?"

"I dunno. I'm just more comfortable with this when your cock is out of the

equation, that's all."

I just nodded and watched as he slowly pulled down his pants. His cock was

already semi-erect underneath his boxers. He sat back on his bed and let

his hands travel over his torso. When he reached his crotch he pushed his

hand underneath his waistband and began to fondle his crotch.

All thoughts of regretting my decision where gone by the time he got his

now fully erect cock out from underneath the thin fabric. It was the first

time I had seen his cock hard and it was all I could have wished for. His

thick shaft was at least eight full inches with a nice big head had was

still covered by a bit of foreskin that he moved up and down slowly. At the

base two big low-hanging balls tensed up every time his hand moved down.

I watched him intently savoring every minute of his performance and

memorizing every detail about his hard physique - from the exact shade of

purple of his head to the vein on the underside of his shaft. All the while

he was watching me too. It wasn't too long before his breathing was getting

heavier and his movements faster.

"Ah, fuck it", he said. "Undress and kneel down!"

"What?"

"I want to see your cage. Undress and kneel down on the floor."

I clearly wasn't thinking straight with this perfect specimen of a man

giving me instructions while jerking off in front of me because I did

exactly what he told me. I was completely naked and on my knees watching

him as he stood up.

"Don't move!" I wasn't going to. He positioned himself a few feet in front

of me, his cock right in front of my face. Instinctively I opened my

mouth. "No, close your mouth!" I did as I was told leaking in my cage.

He jerked even faster and started to groan loudly. "Stay still! I'm

coming!" With that saw the first spurt of come shoot out of his cock and

hit me in the face. I closed my eyes just before another one hit me. Two

more spurts splashed me in my face before it was over. I stayed still. I

smelled the salty aroma of his load that was slowly dripping down my face,

too nervous to do anything about it. My cock was still bouncing in its

cage. Even more so now that I had gotten an unexpected facial. What had I

gotten myself into?

Moments later I felt a piece of cloth wipe the jizz off my face. When he

was done I opened my eyes and so him naked ass as he turned away to throw

his shorts into the laundry basket. I quickly licked my lips to steal a

tiny taste of his essence before he turned around again.

"Well, that was fun for me." I couldn't exactly complain either. Just that

I was hornier than ever and still had to wait until tomorrow to finally

jerk off.

Chapter 3+4^^^^

Chapter 5+6^^^^

Chapter 7+8^^^^

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MR GREY X CHRIS pt.4

Authors note: I’m glad you are enjoying Mr.Grey x Chris! I will note that after some thought I have taken pt.2 out of the series and modified what is originally part 3 into a part 2 and so on. I just wasn’t vibing with the chapter anymore and decided that it didn’t work for the story. So that is why this is pt. 4 not 5. Some basic things have changed about the story and I encourage a quick read through of pt.1-3 before starting this chapter.

(All chapters can be found in the link at the bottom of this post called “mrgreyxchris”)

Chris found himself wet and naked in the upstairs shower of a man only a month ago he had thought of as a stranger. He lathered his tired body in soap, lost in thought. At first he was turned on by the whole “forced chastity” situation but even then he thought it was a little much. Like who even does that? But now he kind of liked Mr. Grey? Or Dante? Was that his real name or just another cover up? As he thought his hands moved up to the chain and padlock still locked around his neck. Then another wave of exhaustion hit and he landed a palm on the foggy glass wall of the shower. He loved all the play but the next thing that would really be really amazing foreplay would be a nap. The thought made him chuckle as he lathered his hair in the expensive shampoo he found inside the tiled alcove on the shower wall. As the water ran his sweaty hair he looked down at the cage he found yet again around his cock. This one was different. It was metal instead of the black Bluetooth one he was used to wearing. It was a barred cage with a thick ring and the padlock was embedded into the connection point between the two. The only thing sticking out being the pad part of the lock, preventing the use of bolt cutters on the lock part. The cage was heavy but hugged his cock and balls securely. It felt warm and comforting under the water, partially because his dick wasn’t fighting to escape.

Chris had decided he washed his hair enough and headed out of the shower, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around his waist. The warm fog of the bathroom dissipated when hit with the cold air of the door swinging open. And just as that cold air hit Chris another question hit him. He didn’t have any clothes? He walked out of the bathroom into Dante’s bedroom. It was simple, Grey and black, with some tasteful colorful artwork on the walls. One thing about this guy was that he was hella rich but had some good taste.

Chris then noticed some clothes laid out on the bed with a note folded on top.

Here are some clothes. I had the maid take the ones you arrived in to the wash. I did my best to find something for you. And the bed is all yours. I have some work I have to attend to.

-Dante

Ok so his name was for real Dante. Chris thought to himself. It made him think of Dante’s inferno for a bit but then his eyes settled back onto the clothes. It was early spring so it was still a bit cold where they lived and the clothes reflected that.

A pair of jeans, Grey boxer briefs, black hoodie. Wow even his minimalism extended into his clothes Chris joked to himself. Chris slowly put on each clothing item, except for the jeans because who sleeps in jeans, and then crawled onto the bed. Under the sheets the bed felt warm and lush. Definitely an expensive mattress, better than the one in his apartment for sure. Chris then quickly fell asleep.

Chris dreamt a nightmare. He awoke confused, dirty, hungry, and naked in a cage. Somewhere dark, damp, and underground.

“Dante! Dante!” Chris yelled.

Suddenly a light came on in front of him. Dante towered over him basked in a red glow. He wore a leather harness that extended from across his chest and down to a cock ring around his hard erect cock. He wore a grey gas mask with tinted lenses so you couldn’t see his eyes. He was completely naked except for a pair of leather boots that laced up to his knee. While the sight in-front of him definitely was hit something was wrong. As if all the warmth was zapped out from the man that stood in front of him.

“Dante. Let me out please I’ve been down here for days.” Chris begged, his stomach rumbling. He could feel the grime of old piss and cum covering his body.

The man in front of him kissed his teeth. “And you will stay here like this forever. Goodbye you filth maggot.” The man said before spitting on Chris’s face. He turned away and began to walk down a long hallway. When he got to the end and crossed the threshold a large heavy metal door clanked shut. Then as if they were dominoes more metal doors shut, heading in the direction of the cage. Each one more complicated and secure that the last, blocking off any sounds that Chris made in protest. Then the last one, closest to him shut, sending the room into pitch black, the only sign of life being the red light glowing from behind the glass panel in the door.

Chris woke from his nightmare in a sweat. He looked at the wall in front of him in shock. His heart raced in panic. Slowly reality came back to him and he began to calm down. It was now night and he could smell something savory coming from downstairs. He slowly made his way down, after putting on his jeans of course, and found Dante cooking in the kitchen. He wore a white casual button down and black dress pants, his tie sprawled out on the counter. He turned around at the noise and smiled.

“You’re finally awake! I was wondering if you had gotten lost up there. I got back from work just about 10 minutes ago. I’m making chicken.” He said turning away from a sleepy Chris to check on the pan.

“Thank you for the clothes sir.” Chris said smelling the food being prepared. He couldn’t tell if this was some of the ost seasoned food he’s smelt or if he was just hungry but whatever was happening it was good.

“Oh you don’t have to call me sir. That’s for when we are down in my basement. It’s Dante remember?” He chuckled.

Chris smiled in a long pause. His fingers made their way to the tie on the counter, feeling the soft expensive fabric.

“So what do you do for work?” Chris asked. He had some guesses, most of which were higher up fancy office job positions, but whatever he did for work he had to be making money.

“I’m a the chief of police at the local department. Pays well.” Dante responded.

“That explains a lot.” Chris said sarcastically under his breath.

“So is that why you have a giant jail cell in your basement.” Chris jokingly asked.

“No that kink came after I joined the force.” Dante responded sliding a bowl of chicken on a bed of pasta across the table with a fork.

Chris and Dante began to eat seated on stools at the kitchen island.

Chris and Dante exchanged pleasantries about how good the food was. Chris thanked Dante, Dante said it was no problem.

“So while I do love everything that’s going on here I do have some…changes I want to make to the…” Chris blanked for a second. What was the word he was looking for.

“Verbal contract?” Dante jutted in.

“Yes exactly.” Chris agreed.

“Point one: I don’t want to move here. While this place is a lot nicer than my apartment I still want to be able to go back and forth.” Chris said with a gulp. If he was going to be honest this kind of negotiating made him nervous.

“Interesting.” Dante said between bites of chicken. “How about you can live in your apartment during the week, Monday through Friday mid day, then you come live here on the weekends.”

Chris thought for a second. “Ok but I’ll have to move some clothes over here for the time we arnt you know… doing it.” Chris commented.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll get some clothes for you.” Dante responded quickly.

Chris shot Dante a perverted look of concern.

“They won’t be all kinky. Most of it will be normal.” Dante reassured Chris.

“Point two: I’d we are going to do this sir/ boy thing or whatever it is I want one date a week. In public.” Chris said firmly.

“I don’t really do dates.” Said Dante.

Chris sat there and prodded with his pasta and chicken. He looked up at Dante nervous. “How about you get to add something to this “verbal contract”. If I get dates then you suggest something.”

“Ok you can’t date or have sex with anyone else while we are in this agreement.” Dante said firmly.

“Yea that’s what I figured this was about.” Chris said pulling the chain and padlock out from under his black hoodie that locked around his neck.

“Well is that all?” Dante asked.

“Yep. Unless I think of anything else-“ Chris blabbered on.

The two talked for the rest of dinner about basic life information. What school Chris was going to, how he played on the university wrestling team (this excited and surprised Dante), what being a police chief was like, etc.

“Well I should get going soon.” Chris said standing up from his chair.

“What do you think your doing. It’s Saturday night? You live here on the weekends remember?” Dante said grabbing the chain on Chris’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Chris liked the forcefulness of the gesture and melted into Dante’s mouth.

“On your knees.” Dante commanded.

Chris quickly got on his knees in front of his sir.

“We’ll head downstairs soon, how do you feel about watching a movie?” Mr.Grey asked.

Chris nodded his head in excitement.

“Stay put boy.” Mr.grey said walking behind Chris and reaching for the tie on the counter.

Chris felt the silk wrap around his face covering his eyes. The world went dark as the tie was tightened around his head restricting his vision.

“I’ll be back in a second.” Mr.grey said walking away from a vulnerable Chris and up the stairs.

At the end of 15 minutes Chris was wondering if Mr.grey had left entirely until he heard heavy footsteps March back down the stairs. The steps approached and then stopped in front of Chris.

“Fists out.” He said.

Chris extended his hands out in fists. One by one each hand was wrapped in a tight leather and secured by a belt cuff around each wrist.

Then something was clipped to his collar. Shortly after Chris was tugged. He blindly crawled on his hands and knees through the house being led my Mr.Grey on a leash, finding it a lot harder to move without full use of his hands.

Slowly Chris was led onto a soft carpeted surface and found himself positioned in between sir’s legs.

The blindfold was removed to reveal Mr.Grey manspreading on the living room couch. Chris was inches from his spandex covered crotch. He looked up and saw Mr.Grey tightly sporting a red and black singlet with the Trojan helmet logo in the middle.

“Well you ready to get started?” Mr.Grey smirked.

Chris nodded his head eagerly placing his bound mitts on Mr.Grey’s lap moving up to start licking around his cock.

Suddenly a hard slap made its way across his face. Chris toppled over in pain. His cheek stung. And just as fast as he went down a fist grabbed his hair and pulled him back up.

“If this thing is going to work your going to have to learn directions. Did I say for you to do anything but sit there patiently yet?” Mr.Grey said in an authoritative tone.

“No sir.” Chris said meekly.

“Good response.” Said Mr.Grey. “But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson so I’m going to watch a movie while you sit there and watch me watch it. And if you do anything like get up or make a noise you’ll face more punishment. Understand?”

“Yes!” Chris responded.

“Yes what.” Mr.Grey said pulling Chris’s hair back even harsher this time.

“Yes sir.” Chris responded strongly.

A warm glob of spit made contact with Chris’s face. “Good boy.”

Chris sat there for a few minutes while Mr.Grey adjusted in his seat. He finiked with his crotch a bit while fumbling with the remote to choose a program to watch, but the entire time Chris sat there studying Mr.Grey’s dick. It protruded in a large bulge from inside the singlet and the tight uniform left nothing to the imagination. Chris was practically drooling when Mr.Grey tossed the remote onto the table behind Chris. Then he heard moaning. Chris slowly started to turn his head but then remembered his orders and quickly turned back. Mr.Grey’s eyes were locked on the TV but his hand was outside his singlet groping his crotch. He moved his hand back and forth down the now erect shaft through the fabric. His cock started to grow large and tick, his balls even seemed to be large, trying to fight their way through the spandex.

He started to moan under his breath and a small wet spot formed at the head of his cock.

Chris was losing it in his mind. All he wanted to do was jump of Mr.Grey’s cock but he needed to fight that urge. His cheeks flushed with red as he held himself back from naturally giving in.

The moaning got louder and louder followed by the rhythmic pump of a machine.

Mr.Grey chuckled a bit at the screen and continued to stroke his cock. “Like what you see boy? Now that I know you like wresting I thought I’d bust out this number. And I definitely like what I see.”

Chris but his lip and nodded his head. He looked up at Mr.Grey with puppy dog eyes.

“Seems like you do really like what you see!” Mr.Grey said moving his foot and motioning to Chris’s crotch.

Chris looked down to see his cock at full mask, or what could be full mast if not ruined by the metal cage around his junk. It hurt but the full pain was good. It made him hornier than when he started this. Chris curled his toes in anguish and moaned under his breath in frustration.

Mr.Grey moved his foot and applied pressure on Chris’s balls. “I’ll give you something to moan about.” He growled.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Mr.Grey x Chris pt.3

Chris faded in and out of sleep all night. The tube on his sensitive cock bobbed up and down all night causing him to cum the most he had ever cum before in the past 8 hours. The large gag in his mouth muffled his painful moans of pleasure. He could feel the cock insert deep within his throat and found himself subconsciously sucking on it. He woke up multiple times that night, on the edge of an orgasm, only to blow his load into the sheath and then pass out once more as it continued. This time however, he woke up to the blinding ceiling lights in the cell turned on. He looked outside of his cage and past the makeshift jail bars to darkness. Through his moans however, he could hear the quiet footsteps of boots and the sound of creaking leather.

A voice came from the dark. The deep gravely voice he knew as the man he met buying a latex suit all those weeks ago, or more affectionately known as Mr. Grey, let out a brief clearing of his throat. “You’re up boy. Did you sleep well. I know I did.”

Chris let out a pathetic moan through his gag. He watched the dark for any reaction and could almost feel a smirk coming from the shadows.

“I’ve been watching you. Every moan, every squirm, every load you’ve shot into my machine was seen by this little device.” The voice said. Suddenly a bright phone screen shinning in the direction of the cell played a video of the night.

Chris watched the video of him moaning with pleasure. The expressions on his face, the way his toes curled as he came, the red blush spread across his skin. His cock seemed to get even harder for the first time in the past few hours.

“Seems like you’ve been enjoying yourself huh?” Mr. Grey said switching off the phone and walking in the direction of the cell. Emerging from the shadows, a leather clad man caught the light.

Mr. Grey wore a cop uniform made from leather. He walked up to the cell, took off his mirrored glasses, and crouched next to the cage.

Chris pleaded with his eyes. He looked at Mr.Grey with an expression on his face that he would be willing to do anything to get the machine off his cock.

“You had enough of cuming for now?” He said with a smirk spread across his face.

“Mhmmmnnn” Chris moaned into the gag nodding his head up and down furiously.

“I’m surprised. You were so desperate to cum just a few hours ago.” He said with a grin.

Chris moaned in the gag once more. The tip of his cock throbbed with sensitivity. He was close to coming again and at this point he was shooting blanks.

“Hold on let me help you use your words.” He said unbuckling the large leather gag from Chris’s mouth. It fell off his head and flopped onto his stomach covered in saliva.

Chris let out a heavy breath. “Please I don’t want to cum anymore. My cock can’t take it please. It’s too sensitive.” He let out with short panty breaths.

“That’s ok I get it. Let’s get you out of this cage before we play some more.” Mr. Grey said before standing up and reaching for a ring of keys on his cops tool belt. He walked up to the cell door and unlocked it. With a loud metal creek the door swung open and Mr. Grey approached the cage. He placed his leather glove on the lock at the door and grasped it firmly in his hand. “Are you sure? You look so good all tied up and squirming.”

“Yes please.” Chris begged.

“Nuh uh uhhh.” He said wiggling his finger in the air infornt of Chris’ face.

“Yes sir.”

“Good boy.” Mr. Grey rubbed his gloved hand through his hair.

Chris lifted himself off the thick dildo in the back of the cage and with a grunt, he now stood naked outside of the cage.

“Hands behind your back boy. Palms up.” Mr. Grey commanded.

Chris held his hands palm up behind his back and stood facing forward. Mr. Grey walked up and planted a kiss on Chris’s lips. He could feel the leather creak against his bare sweaty skin.

Mr. Grey placed a long and thick dildo in Chris’s hands. “This better leave these hands until I tell you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.” Chris responded. His cock started to chin up again.

“Wow your cock is really enjoying its time away from the cage?” Mr. Grey said chuckling. “We will make sure it changes its mind.

Mr. Grey walked up behind Chris and reached into his jacket pocket. Chris could feel a cold chain being pulled around his neck. It felt tight and heavy but had some give to it. Then he heard the click of a padlock and the sound of a key being returned to its ring. He could feel Mr. Grey’s warm breath on his ear. “Now your mine.” He said in a low growl.

Chris let out a small smirk.

“Let the fun begin.” Mr. Grey said tugging on Chris’s chain collar and pulling him from the cell. The two walked in the dark until Chris felt his body being pressed up against a flat surface.

“Present me the dildo please.” Mr. Grey asked

Chris felt through the dark and then dropped the dildo into Mr. Grey’s hands.

“Stay put.”

Chris felt Mr. Grey walk away and into the shadows. It was pitch black. After a few minutes he felt a silkily blindfold being tied around his head covering his eyes. Then a steel restrain on both of his feet, pulled taught, spreading his legs. His arms were treated the same, cold steel restrains being locked on then his hands being spread out to the side and up, his body forming a giant x.

Chris’s senses heightened in the darkness. The freezing ice cubes against his nipples for example caused his body to jolt against his bonds. His abs tensed and his muscles flexed as two clamps were tightly pinched onto his nipples. He winced from the pain.

“Mmmmm. I do love it when my boys squirm from nipple play. And from the looks of your rock hard cock it seems like your nipples are a direct line to your cock. Interesting.” Mr. Grey pondered in the dark.

Then Chris felt a small vibrator being clipped onto his cock head. Right under the head where his cock was the most sensitive. It started to vibrate quickly. Chris pulled against his restraints and arched his back. He started to moan and pant. His cock was still extremely sensitive from the long night and this vibrator was going to send him over the edge. Just a few seconds later, another vibrator was attached to his shaft. This one pulsed violently. His cock shook because of the two vibrators. He thrusted into the air trying to cum desperately but he stayed riding the edge. Then he felt a cool jell on his hole. He felt one of Mr. Grey’s fingers slip in and out. Once his hole was loose enough a large bumpy dildo butt plug was shoved into his hole. Then Chris’s worst erotic nightmare began. It started to vibrate as well. The plug pressed up against his prostate causing all muscles in his body to tense. He gritted his teeth intensely after letting out a large desperate gasp.

“Please Mr. Grey! I mean sir! I mean… please! I can’t come again. My cock is so sensitive! Please!” Chris begged. His mouth started to drool and he could feel his brain slipping into a more submissive state. He would do anything not to cum right now.

“Are you sure? How about a deal.” Mr. Grey asked.

Just then it felt like the vibration dial was turned up 2 fold. The vibrating got even more intense and quicker than before.

“Please I’ll do anything!” Chris begged and pleaded.

“How about….” Mr. Grey paused. “Chastity for 3 weeks.”

“Please… I- I don’t-“ Chris begged. He was conflicted. Yes he didn’t want to cum right now but he knew he would want to in a day or to.”

“Ok how about chastity for a month and a half.” Mr. Grey said upping the stakes.

“Please sir. I don’t know if I can go that long!” Chris pleaded. The last time he was locked it was around 3 week. A month and a half would be doubling his current record.

“Third and final offer before I leave you like this for another few hours. 3 months.” Mr. Grey said in a stern tone.

“But sir that’s the rest of the semester! I-“ Chris said shaking his head moaning in between words and breaths.

“Fine. You’ve chosen your punishment.” Mr. Grey whispered.

Chris could hear his footsteps backing away. This was his last chance.

“Fine! I’ll do it. I’ll do it! Please my cock is so sensitive! I don’t want to cum!” Chris yelled.

“Good boy.” Mr. Grey said from the dark. Suddenly the vibrations stopped and the vibrators on his cock were removed.

An ice cube was dragged across his sensitive shaft until his cock became flaccid. A ring went around his cock and his cock was put in a tube once again. The two pieces snapped together and a motor wined pulling the pieces tighter together. The cage fit snuggly on his cock and balls.

His cock throbbed in its cage. Even though he had spent all night cumming, his caged dick couldn’t help but leak precum.

Mr. Grey unlocked the restraints around Chris’s limbs and let him off the wall.

“Ok now go wash up. Showers all the way up the stairs on the 2nd floor to the left. I’ll lay some clothes out for you.” Mr.Grey said slapping Chris’s ass then turning around to finish putting the toys away.

“Yes sir.” Chris said meekly before heading for the stairs.

“Call me Dante.” He replied.

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Mr.Grey x Chris pt.2

A week and a half went by of Chris wearing the cage and suit on and off. A week in Mr.Grey let him out of the suit but the cage stayed on. Chris was kind of glad to be out of it because the smell was starting to get worse and was glad for a nice shower. At the end of the week and a half Chris got a message in the middle of the day from Mr.Grey.

“My place, 9pm, tomorrow. No later. No earlier.”

Chris replied with the thumbs up. While he thought the situation was a bit hot he wanted to cum, and bad. One time he found himself humping his pillow at night, waking from a stifled wet dream.

The next night he arrived at Mr.Grey’s door step at 8:55. Hesitantly he nocked and after a while he watched the door open to reveal Mr. Grey in leather pants and a tight leather shirt.

“Wow you sure do own a lot of leather.” Chris remarked sarcastically.

“I didn’t remember giving you permission to talk.” Mr.Grey said.

The statement was followed by an awkward silence. Chris’s face blushed. Was he supposed to say sorry? Or stay silent? He didn’t know.

“And this is how you greet me? I would of preferred you on your knees. But there’s more time for that.” Mr.Grey said before pulling Chris by the collar of his shirt and dragging him inside. He walked ahead through the house, Chris trailing behind.

“You still locked boy?” Mr.Grey asked.

“Yes sir.” Chris responded.

“Good. And how are you feeling.” Mr.Grey said in a firm tone stopping at a door under the stairs.

Chris looked around the stylish town house to Grey minimalist design. The only pops of color being a vase of poppies on the glass dining table in the middle of the room.

“I asked you a question and I don’t like to repeat myself.” He repeated.

“I’m feeling fine I guess. I’m just really horny so I say let’s get this off and start some action!” Chris giggled.

Mr. Grey turned around and looked at Chris with a grinning expression. “So. You want to cum?” He asked.

“More than you know.” Chris said as Mr.Grey opened the door to a wide staircase leading to an iron door that guarded a basement. 

“I can make that happen.” Mr.Grey said leading the way down the steps.

They walked down the stairs silently before they both reached a heavy metal door. Mr.Grey out of eyesight punches a code into the door and it swung open.

Nervously Chris looked inside. He was expecting a dungeon. Concrete floors, dim lighting, a skeleton shackled up in the corner and a gallows. Instead he found a room lit up in a dim warm light that trailed the ceiling. The rooms walls were red and velvet. The floor was a nice and soft solid dark grey. Each wall had a new toy. The longest wall was decorated with a built in shelf. Black Cherry wood held the largest toy collection Chris had ever seen. Whips, cuffs, harnesses, rope, mask, leather, rubber, latex, metal, anything you can name. At the far shorter wall sat a bed. A complicated black metal frame made up a headboard and footboard. The bedding was red and plush. Above it say a canopy made out of the same metal. In the frame shiny D rings were built in at each corner and 4 on each side. Even the ceiling above the bed had a ring for what he assumed was for the swing that hung up on a rack on the toys wall. The next corner sat a giant St.Andrew’s cross. Same black and red color scheme. Finally in the corner directly to his left sat a large metal cell. The cell had a drain in the middle and a smaller cage in the corner. The cell looked like on from a prison.

“Omg this is like an actual dungeon.” Chris said before quickly covering his mouth remembering he wasn’t supposed to talk.

To his surprise Mr.Grey turned around and chuckled. “Well I would of like to think I decorated it nice enough to where it didn’t look like a dungeon. But yes.”

“Wow the door even locks with a code. That’s crazy.” Chris said, a lump starting to form in the back of his throat. He was now realizing he followed a man into his locking basement sex dungeon without telling anybody.

Mr.Grey watched Chris eye the door.

“Now don’t you try to escape now. I still have your precious cock locked up and if you go running… well the only thing that’s taking your cage off them is a pair of cutters and that might just take your cock with it.” Mr. Grey said taking hold of Chris’s wrists

“So how long were you been in that suit before I let you take it off?” Mr.Grey asked.

“About a week. It was nice to shower but I didn’t hate it.” Chris said smugly.

“Now Chris you go to Uni right?” Mr.Grey asked.

“Yes sir.” He answered.

“And you have class on Monday?” Mr. Grey asked again.

“Yes sir.” He answered once more.

“Ok well I’ll make sure to have you back by Sunday afternoon so you can continue to study. No boy of mine is getting bad grades you understand?” Mr.Grey commented sternly.

“Wait. Your letting me go? I’m not some freaky sex prisoner you are trapping in your basement?” Chris asked relived.

“I’m not insane boy. I could sense this is what you needed. Someone to put you in your place. Keep that cock of yours in check. You fell for the bait but you still deserve to continue to finish your studies. However, I do require you to move into my spare room at the end of the month. Naturally I will pay for any fines from a broken lease. Any boy of mine will need to be under my roof for monitoring and access 24/7. Understand?” Mr.Grey spoke.

“Yes sir.” Chris answered. Surprisingly his cock got hard in his cage. He felt free. Able to express his sexual desires freely now without worrying he was with some psycho.

“Now let’s get you ready for the night.” Mr. Grey said. “Wait here.”

Chris did as he was told.

My. Grey came back with a bucket of items. First he took a key ring from his hips and unlocked the smaller cage in the corner of the cell.

“Bend over the cage.” Mr.Grey ordered.

Chris bent over the cage and felt the cold metal bars on his skin. It teased his hard nipples and direct contact forced a small moan through his tight lips.

“Mhmmhhh. You sound horny. Now let’s see if your balls agree.” Mr.Grey said bending down and firmly grasping Chris’s balls. Chris moaned at Mr. Grey touching his tender and full balls. A week and a half’s worth of cum churned in the rugby players balls. “Mmmnnn. You want to cum tonight?”

“Yes sir. Please I need to cum so bad.” Chris begged.

“Your wish will be granted in due time. Now hold still.” Mr.Grey said spreading lube on his fingers.

Chris could feel a finger at his hole. He could feel the cold lube pressing up against his tight asshole and continue to press in. He felt one finger pull in and out. His hole gripped around the finger and it tried pulling out and loosened while it went in.

“Woahhh. Looks like your hole is pretty hungry. You use to having other men out their cocks up there you slut?” Mr. Grey teased.

“No sir. I’ve only ever had my dildo up there before.” Chris said blushing.

“Well your a natural.” Mr.Grey teased. He continued forcing his finger in and out gradually adding more.

Chris’s skin turned red. He moaned in pleasure. A bead of sweat rolled down his naked back as he tilted his head back in pleasure. Suddenly Mr. Grey stopped.

“Alright boy. Seems like you are all lubed up. Into the cage you go. And make sure to sit on my fella in the corner as you sit down.” Mr. Grey ordered.

Chris backed up as Mr.Grey opened the cage from the lid. He took one leg and saddled it over the bars and then the next until he was standing in the small metal rectangle. He slowly lowered himself to the floor, making sure to line his hole up with the dildo in the corner. He looked at it nervously before sitting down fully. But a wave of reassurance washed over him as he realized it looked like the same model he had been using all week trying to get off in his cage.

He lined up his hole and felt the tip brush up against it. Sitting down on it he felt his ass widen and stretch. The flesh colored dildo slowly disappeared into his assez the one thing Chris did get wrong was that this was a much longer dildo than the one he had. The one he had was about 5 and this was about 7 inches long. He moaned as it went deeper into him. He could feel it in his guts. His cock strained in his cage and it started to leak precum. Suddenly his ass met the ground and his hole tightened up around the flared base attached to the cage.

Mr.Grey closed the lid around his head and locked it with a large padlock. His head peaked out of the cage through a hole big enough to only fit his neck. There was no way he could pull out. His hands also rested outside the top of the cage in their own holes tiny enough to only fit the wrist. He pulled his hands against the bars and they wouldn’t slip past the cuffs.

“Secure. I know. But it’s not like you have anywhere important to be. Now let’s get you fixed up for the night and see about dealing with your little Buddy here.” Mr. Grey said flicking his caged cock. Just the act of another man touching it made him horny.

Mr. Grey secured Chris’s feet and legs to the sides of the cage leaving his legs spread and his cock exposed.

With a tap on his phone the cage loosened around his cock and popped off. Mr. Grey took it from the cage.

Chris was unbelievably horny. His cock spring yo full erection. He was so erect it almost started to hurt. His balls were full of cum and ready to unload.

Mr.Grey took a device from the ceiling and lowered it down through the bars of the cage onto Chris’s cock. It was a jelly like cylinder with a tube running from it to the wall. The tube fit snugly around Chris’s cock with a strap that looped under his balls. The tube teased Chris’s hard cock as Mr.Grey bobbed up and down on his cock. Mr.Grey pressed a button on the side of the machine and it started to bounce up and down on its own. It moved quickly up and down Chris’s sensitive shaft. Chris moaned in pain and pleasure. He fought against his bonds trying to get to his cock so he could get it over with. He needed to cum.

“Well I hope you needed to cum bad because this bad boy isn’t stopping until I free you tomorrow. So what.. that’s..” Mr. Grey stopped to check his watch. “Nine hours worth of Rugby student study cum?”

Chris’s eyes opened in terror. “You can’t leave me hear. I’ll be milked dry. I won’t want to cum ever again.”

“That’s the plan sport.” Mr. Grey said chuckling. He dug to the bottom of the bucked he brought and pulled out a large leather gag. “Now be a good boy and open up. Imma need a good sleep tonight and don’t need you nothing me with your moaning and pleas.”

Chris regretfully opened his mouth and the gag was forced in and locked on his head with a strap pulled tight around the back of his head then locked on with a padlock.

“Goodnight boy! Sweet dreams.” Mr.Grey said Kissing his forehead before leaving the cell.

He locked the large metal door that closed with a clang before leaving the room and turning off the lights. In the dark he could hear Mr.Grey putting in the code to lock the large door.

Chris sat there in the dark moaning and huffing in his bonds. Fuck he was about to cum. Fuck! Fuck! His toes curled in pleasure. His muscles tensed and he bit on his gag. Suddenly his cock erupted with cum. It splattered against the cylinders jelly walls. And with a sigh of relief Chris had finally cum. His mind went blank in ecstasy. Then the machine sucked his cum into the tube leading into the wall and started back up again bobbing up and down on his now sensitive cock. Fucccckkkk there was no way he was sleeping tonight.

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When Chris first saw the post it looked too good to be true.

FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE

Listing: LATEX CATSUIT

Price: $10

Listing by: Mr. Grey

Description: Latex Catsuit needs a new home. Suit requires some muscle definition to be completely tight. Full body back zipper, front crotch zipper. Comes with matching gear if you’re up to it 😈

He looked at the photo of the suit for hours not sure if he should follow through. The suit was at a remarkably low price compared to the others listed but something seemed off about the listing. He considered the suit might be damaged and closed out of the browser.

That night he couldn’t fall asleep. Tossing and turning in his bed thinking about the suit. Finally he shot up from his bed in the dark, opened his computer and sent a message to Mr. Grey.

“Hi! Is this still available?”

With a sigh of relief Chris went to bed satisfied. He probably wouldn’t answer anyway. A deal that good must already be gone.

When Chris woke in the morning he had a message from Mr. Grey

“Yes it’s still available. When are you able to pick it up?”-Mr. Grey

A panic shot though his stomach. Fuck. Chris was embarrassed to show his face in person to pick up such a private item and wanted to avoid in person interactions.

“I was hoping for it to be shipped?”-Chris

“Sorry boy. If you want the suit your gonna have to pick it up in person. I don’t do delivery.”- Mr.Grey

Chris clicked on Mr. Grey’s icon to see who he was talking to.

Mr. Grey was an older man with salt and pepper hair and brown stern eyes. Nothing else could be made out of his face because of the leather mask covering the lower half. Fuck. Chris’s cock started to get hard in his tight rugby shorts. The fabric resisting his erect dick. This man was incredibly sexy.

“Deal. I can come Friday afternoon.”- Chris

“See you then.”-Mr. grey

Friday afternoon couldn’t come soon enough. Chris waited in anticipation. It was all he could think about. During his lectures, during practice, and in his dreams the image of the masked man and the latex suit was always on his mind.

And just like that Chris found himself walking up the stairs of Mr.Grey’s apartment and up to his from steps. Chris nocked hesitantly.

The same man from the picture opened up the door. This time dressed in a tight white shirt that showed off his large pecs, leather pants, and a red motorcycle jacket.

“Hello you must be Chris?” Mr.Grey asked extending his hand for a shake.

Chris gulped. “Yes sir.”

Mr. Grey chucked. “No need for such formalities. Just call me Grey.” He said though a smile shaking Chris’s hand. “Well here you go” Grey said handing Chris a large cardboard box. Chris picked up the box and handed Grey $10. And then turned around and left.

“Have a great day!” Chris yelled as he walked further down the street.

Grey waved goodbye. A slight chuckle as he watched his prey walk away.

When Chris got back to his apartment he immediately locked his bedroom door, got naked and opened the box. His cock was rock hard. Already leaking with precum.

At the top of the box there was a note.

“Hope you enjoy the suit and extra goodies. Make sure to send me a picture to show that your satisfied with all the items on. And for best use I recommend wearing the item in the small velvet bag under the suit.

Chris took all the items out of the suit. First,

A red leather harness with matching arm bands, wrist bands, and leg bands. Next the neck entry latex suit. At the bottom, a pair of red rubbed boots and finally a small velvet bag. Chris opened the bag and found a small hard chastity device and a key.

Chris gasped with excitement. He secretly always wanted a cage but never ended up buying one. He had seen metal ones and plastic ones. Ones with electro attachments and entire belts but never one like this. But as long as he had the key it would be fine. Chris quickly grabbed some ice from the mini fridge in his room and ran them along his shaft. Causing his hard on to go down. He then shoved his balls in-front of the metal bar and stuffed his cock into the tube. Pressing down the bar adjusted itself pressing snugly against his body, and then up, squeezing the tube into the balls and the device firmly against his body. The blue light on top flashed and then went solid with a beep. Chris put down the key on his table, in his excitement forgetting to try to unlock the device or even look for a key hole.

He slid his feet first into the suit. Feeling the rubber cling to him like a second skin. He worked the suit up his body, rubbing against his caged cock. Chris jumped shimmying his large ass into the suit and pulling up on the rubber. Next he lifted the rest up to his neck and then shoved his arms in the sleeves. The suit was then fully zipped up in the back with a zap signal of a magnet at the neck.

Next he put on the tight rubber shoes and leather straps and harnesses. Pulling them as tight as he could, then buckling them securely.

With each buckle came the zap noise of two magnets touching.

Suddenly Chris got super hard in his cage. His cock straining against the plastic and rubber. He picked up his phone and took a pic.

“Well safe to say if a satisfied customer! The gear feels great. Even the cage!”- Chris +attached 1 photo

“Boy…. You have no idea what you have just done.” -Mr. Grey

Chris felt a knot at the bottom of his stomach and went to take off the gear. None of it would budge. The only thing that moved was the crotch to ass zipper.

“By now you might have noticed that you are safe and secured in this gear. As you put each item on the metallic zap of a magnet kept each item in place, even the suit. This is all controlled by an app on my phone as well as the cage you foolishly stuffed your cock into.” Chris tugged on each item, unzipping his crotch and pulling hard on his caged cock. “You stupidly accepted my $10 lure and put the cage on before even noticing the key that came doesn’t have a lock hole to go into. But don’t worry. It will all be worth it…. Worth it for me for sure. You… not so much. Your right to cum and your freedom are worth a lot more than that.” -Mr.Grey

“Dude stop playing. I know where you live. I’m coming over and beating your ass if you don’t let me go now.”- Chris

“Unfortunately I’m out of town at the moment but you can come over when I get back in a week. In the mean time enjoy the suit. And I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you.”-Mr. Grey

Suddenly a hard shock threatened Chris’s cock and balls. Sending him kneeling to the floor.

“That’s what happens when boys miss behave. And I better not see ANY damage to the suit or other gear when I get back or you will be in a world full of pain. In the mean time to entertain me I have some things for you to do. But more on that tomorrow. Goodnight boy.” -Mr.Grey

Chris lay on the floor in shock of his new life. How was he gonna hide this. Suddenly Chris got Very horny. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.

The next day Chris sent a picture of him and his suit under his street close to Mr. Grey upon request.

“Good boy.”-Mr. Grey

Chris’s cage started to vibrate. Fuck. That feels so good.

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Back in Prime

Requested by: @mannykinlove

Simon wish he could be anything more interesting than he currently was just browsing through social media on his summer vacation. He had just finished his first year of college and he wasn't sure he wanted to continue it, but that's not something he wants to think about right now. Simon is more focused on looking through posts of an account he recently followed. It posted pictures of old bodybuilders in their prime and Simon was obsessed with it. He always did enjoy the aesthetic of those times alas he was born way after the 90's.

"Man, I would kill to be a bodybuilder back then..." Simon retorts. He looks down at his skinny arms and sighs.

He looks back up on his screen and keeps scrolling, only to find a peculiar post after a while. It look to be an old sponsored post from a couple months back posted by the account.

"Today's post is sponsored by Back in Prime! This service allows you to take an extensive look into what Bodybuilding was like back in the day! Exclusive Content awaits! Use promocode: OldBodybuilders at the link below for a free trial!"

The associated picture definitely looked good. This site seemed like a dream come true for Simon. The words were a bit vague on what exactly it meant by "extensive look" but the promise was too good and Simon needed more content FAST. Simon quickly clicked the link and the site definitely looked professional. There still wasn't any details but Simon found the Sign up button as fast as humanly possible. "Do you have a promo code? If so, please enter it now."

Simon typed in the code and thankfully it still worked. "Thank you, please enjoy the trial!"

Simon was expecting some sort of account creation process but the site just loaded back to the main page. It said he signed in... but what now? Does he just look around the site for other pages. Simon tried to move his cursor except it was frozen. "What the- Aw come on not now I need my-" Suddenly without prompting, Simon's computer screen started glowing a bright light. Simon could barely see and then... nothing. "What the fuck was that? My computer shouldn't do that. Ugh. stupid machine." He punched the computer with some force as it took the hit.

Just then, Simon noticed something about his hand. Did it look... bigger to him? That can't be right. Simon looked at his hand again. Okay he must just be seeing things but then an excruciating amount of pain was registered by Simon as he fell to the floor groaning. It was time to experience bodybuilding back in the day. Simon's body starting surging in growth. His flat chest inflated giving him two strong muscled pecs. His once flat abdomen popped in beautiful abs. The sticks Simon had for arms grew grew now being more like large beef trunks. His thighs widened and filled with beef. The two drumsticks forever fated to touch another. Simon's height went from a average 5'5" to a hot as hell 6ft. With that a miscellaneous set of changes happened to Simon such as his hands and feet growing and his body becoming becoming more tan as well as his face physically aging and finally his hair becoming a much more 90's hairstyle. With the transformation over Simon got back up from the floor, his muscles on full display as his clothes completely evaporated leaving him in blue and black shorts.

"W-What happened? Why am I-"

Amidst the confusion, Simon's room also went through its own changes. His flatscreen computer became a much older and sturdier one. All modern devices becoming 90's counterparts. Books and other reading materials having more time approriate material and finally a shelf of bodybuilding trophies appeared on a new shelf. Simon look at the computer once again. Despite the change in computer a new pop up showed up on the site. "Integration complete! Your trial experience begins now!"

Simon realized that it was the website that did this to him. He flexed his left bicep in pure awe.

"I can't believe..." He looked down at himself.

"Oh.... yeah."

Simon's new muscles caused new memories in him. Memories of simpler times of the 90's. Working out, flexing, the bodybuilding works. And a new name entered his mind. Jean. He had no time to walk around on his dingy computer. He needs to WORK OUT. So Jean grabbed some clothes and made his way to the gym. Ready to workout with his friends.

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At the gym, Jean was talking with his friends and flexed to them.

"Like what ya see boys. Well I'm just getting started!" He flexed again.

Jean stripped and flexed again. He was living the dream. Simon definitely got what he wanted. I wonder when that trial will end...

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Welcome to The Boots

Oliver has always had a penchant for leather. Even before he came out, he had secretly bought a leather jockstrap and sometimes wore it under his normal clothes. His coming out was now long behind him, he still wore the jockstrap and occasionally he went to university in leather pants or a leather jacket. But he still had the greatest respect for going to a leather club. And in his circle of friends, the lads were into tracksuits or neoprene at best. His fetish was shared by no one he knew.

During the semester break, he had made up his mind to finally live out his fetish. He went to Antwerp for the weekend, there was supposed to be a big leather scene there. And it was far enough away from his hometown. Nobody should know him there. Oliver had bought a new leather jacket, styled his hair artfully and walked with a pounding heart towards The Boots. It was 10:30 p.m., and the club had just opened. But Oliver suspected that it was easier to get past the bouncer when it was still early. In fact, the bouncer looked a little pitying. After all, Oliver had tended to come in street clothes after club showings. But Oliver was young, handsome, he should have fun.

He stood as cool as possible at the bar. Although he was not cool at all. Oliver had a toothpick in his mouth. He thought it gave him a certain badass look. But apparently only he saw it that way. After a few moments, the bartender joined him. A young lad, certainly like Oliver in his early 20's. But richly inked. And with leather pants and naked torso. In contrast, Oliver looked like a kid. "Your first time here?" the bartender asked, setting a beer down for him. Oliver nodded. Grinning, the bartender replied that this was obvious. "Take out that ridiculous toothpick, this isn't a musical performance of Grease," the lad said, smiling disarmingly at Oliver. "You're extremely pretty, I'm sure you'll have a good chance with a lot of the fellas here. If you want." Oliver's throat was dry. He nodded and took a sip of beer. He talked about how long he had wanted to go to a club like this. How afraid he had been to tell his friends about his fetish. And how horny he would find it here. The bartender smiled and asked what he found so cool, nothing was going on yet. Oliver smiled for the first time. For the moment, the conversation at the bar would be enough for him. He had never had so much leather around him. The bartender introduced himself as Lieven and thanked him for the compliment. Oliver introduced himself in equal measure, both toasting with their beers. So slowly the club filled up, but Lieven still didn't have much to do. "Do you really want to belong here, Olivier?" asked Lieven. Oliver didn't correct him for mispronouncing his first name and nodded. "If you want to be credible here, you either have to have a dick in your face. Or something like this." Lieven held out a fat cigar to him. Oliver had wondered why people smoked here. But cigars were not his thing at all. Lieven grinned almost impudently and said he was firmly convinced that Oliver would soon get used to it. "On the house," he said, and gave Oliver a light.

Oliver had to cough. But only once. He already took the second drag with great routine. The smoke filled his lungs and he blew out expertly. As if he had done this a dozen times before. He felt a little strange. And then the effect of the cigar kicked in. The smoke fast-forwarded his life. A month every minute. But the cigar had its own idea of how Oliver's life was fast-forwarded. Oliver had dropped out of his studies as an architect and started an apprenticeship as a reinforcer in Antwerp. And every evening, after work, he first went to lift weights for two hours. And afterwards, he usually went to The Boots for a beer or two. On Friday nights, he usually took over the bar in the club, preferably together with his friend Lieven. On Saturdays, Lieven and he would either hang out at Mr. B's and do some shopping. And occasionally they would go to Glorybound and get inked. Admittedly, Lieven more often than Oliver.

The effect of the cigar was more than evident, even if no one noticed it. After just a minute, Oliver's chin was no longer clean-shaven. He had a full beard that grew thicker and thicker. And while the hairs on his face grew, those on his head disappeared. At least three times a week Lieven laid hands on Oliver and shaved his skull. Mostly in public here in the club. Oliver's clothes also changed rapidly. After five minutes he had carried the first month's salary to Mr. B. His first real leather pants were tucked into heavy boots. His black T-shirt was also soon replaced by a leather shirt. After fifteen minutes, he had smoked a good sixth of the massive Toro Gigante. His shift didn't start until 24:00, by which time he would have finished the cigar. The hard work and training were beginning to pay off. His muscles were clearly putting on weight. Which is why he needed new leather gear on a regular basis. Whereby his used things at leather flea markets found lurid sales. Especially with used jockstraps he did good business.

Not only his body changed rapidly, also Olivier's appearance had gained massively in self-confidence and dominance. After half an hour, an imposing appearance stood at the bar. Leather shirt, belt, breeches and boots perfectly matched the muscular body. His hands were in gauntlets. With one hand he held his cigar, with the other he pressed the head of another leather guy to his mouth and blew the smoke into his face. Sure, he was putting on a show here, too. That was his job. But of course he enjoyed dominating other fella's. Especially when they were older. Olivier was only 24 years old, but he had an impressive amount of experience in the scene.

Another half hour before his shift began. Behind the bar, the exchange of bodily fluids with colleagues and guests alike was forbidden. But Ox, as most people here called him, had to cum again. He put his hand on his leather cap in greeting to Lieven and disappeared into one of the darkrooms. The regulars knew that he had usually already chosen a victim for the sling. Hoping that today they would have the honor of being fucked by the club's up-and-coming stud, they moved past Ox. Today he had been eyeing a well-built skinhead all evening. It wasn't long before this skinhead was in the sling being fucked by him. One of the spectators always had the honor of pulling the rubber over his cock. That was part of his job too, bare was frowned upon in The Boots. And he was a role model.

Ox wasn't the only one jerking off. A wanking crowd had formed around the sling. And more than one shot hit Ox, too. That was okay, he found that jizz was the best polish for his outfit. Ox took another drag from his cigar and kicked it out on the floor in a puddle of cum. Wordlessly, he buttoned his pants and turned around. He walked behind the bar into the back room and exchanged a deep kiss with Lieven as he passed. Actually, that was against the rules, but if it didn't get out of hand, it was good for business. After all, their bosses knew that. Ox polished the cum off the leather shirt and breeches, stripped down and hung his clothes in his locker. He had bought a new pair of leather pants especially for today's shift, which accentuated the bulge of his cock. And on top he wore his favorite harness.

He opened the door and went on duty to the applause of the guests.

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Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic. 

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," he said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

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New Recruit

Luke was at a low point in his life. He’d graduated high school but wasn’t smart enough to get into college. He had tried working some retail jobs around but he never had the work ethic to last long in those. He had similar problems in other gigs. It had been months of him bumming around and his parents had finally had enough, he was officially out of their house. With few options left, he was desperate. While walking down the street one day he saw an ad for the military, boasting stable careers and plenty of benefits. He’d played a couple seasons of sports in school and felt like he might be able to at least pass the initial evaluation, and out of near desperation he decided to try and enlist.

He made his way to the army office nearby that had been listed in the ad, and to his surprise there was no trouble. They did a quick physical evaluation and he was good to go, ready to sign up for boot camp. Luke was nervous; there was no coming back from this point. He thought about it for a couple minutes while being stared down by the recruiter, realizing he really couldn’t think of a better option. And so he signed the contract, unsure of what was to come. 

Two weeks later he was on a bus out to the base to start his boot camp. Luke didn’t know what to expect; he’d heard numerous stories about how brutal this training would be to weed out people. The bus was filled with the strangest mix of people he’d ever seen. Some guys looked like they’d been using steroids since they were 12, some looked like they belonged in an accounting department, and some he just couldn't pin down. Regardless of who surrounded him, Luke felt out of place, and he was only growing more nervous as the bus sped through the dense woods. After what felt like hours they finally cleared the trees and he saw the huge fences that would enclose the next few months of his life.

The buses pulled into a large dirt clearing at the center of the base where they forced everybody out. A huge and built man addressed the new recruits with his booming voice.

“Privates! Welcome to Fort Eagleton!” he shouted above the noise of disembarking men. “I am Drill Sergeant Thornton, and I’ll be in charge of whipping you lot into shape!”

Luke gulped, it looked like those rumors had been true. He was in for a world of hurt.

“You’ll be under my watch and command for the next ten weeks, learning what it takes to be a soldier. First, I want to see what I’m working with. Privates! See those chalk markings on the ground? Space yourselves on them for inspection!” 

His loud voice echoed across the clearing. The men all scrambled to stand in position, each on a chalk marking that were spaced four feet apart in a grid. Luke found an open one unfortunately near the front of the pack. He glanced nervously around at the others. Some were standing at the ready like they had been born for this, but the rest also looked around with worried looks on their faces. Their attention was brought back to the front by the thundering voice of the sergeant. 

“Listen up, privates! Here with me I have Corporal Evans, a prime example of what you should all strive to become in the next ten weeks!” The sergeant gestured to a tall and strong looking man next to him. Evans was at attention in full uniform, but Luke could tell the man was absolutely jacked underneath. He could see how the coat was straining against his huge, broad shoulders.

“He is the epitome of a soldier, and what all men should model themselves after,” the sergeant continued. “I will make a real man out of each of you! That is my promise as your Drill Sergeant. However, some of you may take to that easier than others.” He began walking through the rows of men in plainclothes, observing each of them with scrutiny. Luke’s eyes went wide as the sergeant stopped directly in front of him.

“You, boy. What’s your name?” The sergeant did not quiet his voice even when right next to him. 

“Luke,” he said shakily, “Luke Peterson.”

“Private Peterson, you may have passed the exam to get here, but I hold doubts that you are up to the challenge that is basic training,” the sergeant said while making intense eye contact. “Do you think you have what it takes to become a soldier?”

“Yes.. sir,”

“Well! Let’s put that to the test,” he boomed again. “Evans! Bring me this private’s new uniform.”

Within seconds, the man was at his side holding a folded army uniform. Thornton took it and handed it to Luke.

“Put this on, boy! Let’s see how you’ll fit in here,” he said with an almost sinister twinkle in his eyes. 

Luke had no choice but to then strip down to his underwear in the middle of the crowd. The eyes of the dozens of men he had entered with were burning holes in him as he changed into the fatigues. They immediately felt too large for him but he continued as the sergeant watched impatiently. He pulled up and belted the pants before buttoning the shirt closed. They were at least two or three sizes too big, Luke thought, and he looked ridiculous in the oversized fatigues. He laced up his boots which were also excessively large and stood back up to address the sergeant’s burning gaze.

Out of nowhere, Luke suddenly felt like he’d taken a punch straight in his stomach. He collapsed to the ground on his hands and knees, gasping for air as the pain in his stomach did not lessen, but began to spread. His torso felt like it was on fire, and he groaned in distress as his body was overwhelmed. Everyone else in the clearing was watching in awe as Luke’s body began to grow. His spine lengthened slowly, back widening and shoulders broadening. His legs began to stretch and grow longer, adding a good eight inches to his height. He began packing on muscle like he’d been working out for a decade, limbs inflating in seconds adding strength and size. His chest pushed out into two meaty pecs, which finally caught Luke’s attention from the incredible soreness he felt as his body exploded in size. His eyes widened as he watched his own body fill out the fatigues that had moments ago been far too large, arms swelling to fill the sleeves and chest pushing against the now tight shirt. His legs also bulked up, adding 20 pounds of muscle as quads and hamstrings grew in and thickened. His feet expanded, pushing against his large boots. He felt a sharp pain shoot through his jaw as it widened, giving him a square and masculine face. The pain began to subside and Luke managed to stand back up, this time matching the sergeant in height. 

The drill sergeant addressed him, “Good start soldier.” He had a hint of a grin on his stern face.

Luke was angry and confused, “What the hell was that? What did you do to me? What do you mean good start…” His sentence trailed off as he felt an intense tingling feeling arise on his chest. Underneath his tight uniform shirt, in the center of his massive pecs, tiny brown hairs began to poke out of his skin. The hairs started out thin and wispy but quickly thickened as they grew longer, spreading out across Luke’s mountainous chest muscles. The hairs erupted across the expanse, burying the skin under a dense layer of fur as they grew thicker, longer, and tangled together. Especially dark hairs sprouted around his sensitive nipples, causing Luke to let out a moan as he brought his hands up to massage them. The crowd watching Luke was stunned at his actions in front of the sergeant. Some of the men closest to him could see what looked like thick hairs beginning to poke out from above his shirt collar. The fur on his chest had spread up across his collarbone and had started peeking up onto his neck, where it was finally visible. The sergeant stood watching with a smirk as Luke was lost in a world of pleasure, rubbing his nipples as hair began taking over his body. The hair was not confined to just his chest, and shot down south across his stomach, coating his new abs and muscle in the same thick rug. The hair was growing in so densely that it started to push out through cracks and seams in his uniform. 

The other privates were speechless watching this erotic display in front of them, not knowing what to do. A few noticed Corporal Evans, who was standing behind the drill sergeant, subtly mimicking Luke’s actions, seemingly lost in his own bodily pleasures as his hands roamed his body. Luke’s breaths grew louder as the hairs continued climbing up his thick neck, creating a river of hair traveling up from his chest to his square jaw. He’d never had much stubble before, just some light peach fuzz, but that was changing. The soft hairs were overrun with thick, wiry, testosterone-fueled growth that coated his jaw in an incredibly dense beard. His upper lip was next, first darkening with the shadow of thick stubble before the hairs pushed out and completed the full beard on his face. Luke’s hands moved upwards, stroking his fingers through the long wiry hairs that now covered the lower half of his face. His eyes closed as the pleasurable sensation began to control his actions, wanting to experience every ounce of this growth. The beard growth was very noticeable to the crowd as well, as men further away began to break formation and inch closer to see what was happening to Luke. Evans was in the back, feeling the scratchy stubble on his own face as it pushed out a couple millimeters, just enough to leave a dark five o’clock shadow.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, Luke’s body was continuing to change under his uniform. Luke could feel every new hair sprout out of him as the hairs spread, conquering more of his newly buff body. His armpits tingled as the follicles there went into overdrive, pumping out hair after hair. What had previously been a sparse grouping of hairs quickly became a thick tuft of sweaty, musky hair. Dark and wiry hairs pushed out of bare skin, spreading out and covering his pits in a full manly bush, already dense enough to trap his body sweat and stench. Luke stuck one hand into his shirt to scratch the growing forest in his pit before pulling it out and smelling his fingers. He shivered from the euphoric smell of his own musk that was only growing more potent. The pit hairs continued to spread and even connected with his chest hair, creating a seamless rug across his whole upper body. 

The wave of hair growth continued advancing across his muscular body, with hairs beginning to pop up across his broad shoulders. They were joined by more and more hairs, giving Luke a thick coating across his traps. The hairs began to crawl down his brawny back, knitting a rug as they grew thick and tangled across his shoulder blades. As the hairs advanced down his spine they also began covering his arms, where long dark hairs were pushing out across his triceps before utterly engulfing his forearms in dark fur. Luke watched as the thick hairs poked out of his sleeves, ensuring anyone would know even in full uniform how hairy he was under there. That is, if they didn’t notice his large, calloused hands, which had their own small carpet of hairs sprouting across the backs. Luke could feel as the hairs creeping down his back reached the bottom, where a bushy tuft sprouted up just above his waistband. He subconsciously knew what was next, and moments later he was overcome with bliss as his thick ass cheeks sprouted their own rug of dense curly hairs. He could feel how the thickest, longest, and darkest hairs were pushing out of his crack, and he reached his hand into his pants to feel the silky fur that filled the gap. As all eyes were on Luke, Corporal Evans was still engaged in his own stimulation, feeling his pit hairs push out a little more, his back get a little more hairy, and his ass plump up just a bit more.

Luke felt his now size 16 feet heat up in his boots, beginning to grow itchy. Hairs were crawling out of the tops of his massive feet, popping out of his thick toes shortly after. The hairs climbed up his thick legs from his feet, coating his calves in dark hairs before engulfing his massive thighs. The hairs came in thicker and darker as they neared his groin, where his formerly modest bush began to double, then triple in size. Thick pubes were sprouting up all across his crotch, enveloping the area in a dense forest of curly hairs. Luke let out another moan at the sensation and shoved both his hands into his pants. He felt the coarse hairs sprouting through his fingers as his bush continued to spread outward. His cock began gushing precum before it too began to grow. It had almost been swallowed up by the immense bush, but now it hardened and pushed out, growing longer and thicker. Luke grasped his growing member and felt the hair climbing up the shaft as it continued to push further out of his bush. He felt his balls swell in size and drop a little farther down, becoming coated in hairs just like the rest of his groin. 

Luke was overcome with euphoria, and the animalistic instincts took full control as he began stroking his nine inch cock with both hands, each pump blasting his brain and body with pleasure. The sergeant and everyone else watched as Luke jacked off to his own transforming body right in front of them, stunned into silence. Corporal Evans, still unnoticed, slid his own hand into his pants to deal with his rock hard problem. Luke kept at it, moaning louder and louder as precum poured out of his cock. Every stroke seemed to make him grow just a tad bit larger, just a little hairier. Finally, after a few minutes of being overcome by pure ecstasy, he erupted, a fountain of cum spraying out covering his new uniform in sticky white semen. Some of it even got on the sergeant, who seemed unfazed. Evans grunted quietly as he pumped a massive load directly into his jockstrap that he had on under his uniform. He wasn’t prepared for quite how large it would be, leaving a wet spot on the front of his trousers and leaking down his leg. Luke panted as his mind returned to his body, finally taking stock of the situation and realizing in a moment of panic what had happened.

Before he could say anything Sergeant Thornton started to laugh. His roaring laughter pierced the awkward silence that had overtaken the space for the last while. He walked over to Luke and slapped him on the back.

“Atta boy! That’s what I like to see,” He said to Luke with an uncharacteristic smile. The crowd was shocked. That was not the response they’d expected in the slightest. 

“You’re fit to be a real soldier now, and I trust you’ll serve us well. A fine specimen!” he turned to the crowd. “Look here, privates! This is a real man, a bastion of strength and masculinity who can take a beating and give some hell.”

Luke too was stunned. He was scrambling to process what had just happened to him, and that it was seemingly planned by the sergeant the whole time. His thoughts were cut short by the sergeant addressing him again.

“Well son, you’ve done good today. We’ll have to clean up that scruff of yours to get you in regulation,” he stroked Luke’s new beard with his hand, sending a bolt of lightning directly to his still semi-erect cock. “Corporal Evans will help you out with that, and with cleaning up your fatigues,” he said as Evans approached from behind. Luke noticed the darker stubble on his face and the dark splotch in his bulging crotch. 

The drill sergeant once again spoke to the crowd, “The rest of you will be assigned living quarters and shown the areas for training. I want you all back here at exactly 1300 hours!”

Evans ushered Luke away from the grounds and into his own private quarters, where he stripped out of his cum soaked uniform and finally got a look at himself. He was taller, absolutely built, and incredibly hairy. It turned him on in a way he never knew he could be, his cock once again rising to full mast. He rubbed his hands through all of his new fur, unable to believe what he was seeing.

“I was in your shoes when I enlisted,” Evans said to him. Luke turned to face him and saw a slight blush in his cheeks, and his bulge was even more noticeable. “I’ll make sure you get cleaned up and everything, but how about first we just enjoy the new you in its raw form,” he said, stepping right up to Luke and wrapping his hand around Luke’s cock. Lost for words, Luke pulled off Evans’ hat and leaned in for a kiss, grabbing his bulge and pushing him against the wall.

Maybe bootcamp wouldn’t be that bad.

This was my longest and most ambitious story yet! Hope y'all enjoy it and thank you for nearly 400 followers in just a month! Feel free to dm or send an ask if you have ideas for future stories.

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Max' Journey - Ancient

Max looked around, confused, before holding his head. Where was he now? He remembered stepping through the portal, but… he hadn’t been himself. He had been the cave man. Now he was back to his normal self. Was it just a dream?

Max looked down on himself: No, it wasn’t a dream. Again, he was completely naked. On the first glance, his body looked like it was supposed to look, no longer like a cave man. On second glance however, there were some subtle changes still sticking. First and foremost, he had some hairs on his arms, legs and chest now. Before he stepped through that first portal, he had been completely hairless. Still, it was only a bit, no comparison to his cave man self.

The second change Max noticed was that he was no longer inside that primeval forest - but also not back at his lab. Instead he was standing on a stone road leading through green hills. Max was about to celebrate the signs of civilization, when he heard an unusual clapping noise. Immediately, his cave man instincts (another remnant apparently) kicked in and told him to run away, but Max fought them down. Horses! It was actually the first time for Max to see horses and riders in real life and he took a moment to just look at them. Finally, there were other human beings again.

In hindsight, he should not have done that. The riders approached quickly and yelled something Max could not understand. By the time he noticed the riders were now directly coming at him, it was already too late to dodge. One of the riders hit Max with a club on the head, immediately sending him into unconsciousness.

When Max woke up, his skull was still thumbing from the blow on the head. Slowly, he took stock of his surroundings: He was in a wooden cage now, apparently on some kind of market place. All around him were people wearing togas and selling their goods. He could see many different kinds of merchandise, from jewelry to pots and pans, even chickens. Max was the only one in his cage. The merchant that had captured him was talking to another person. It took a moment for Max to remember he was still naked and his hands rushed to his groin to cover his privates. Luckily, his captors had thought to put him into a black loincloth which covered the bare necessities. However that was as far as his luck went. It didn’t take a genius to understand what was happening. Apparently, Max seemed to be in some kind of ancient Rome scenario - at least it looked more or less exactly like the illustrations Max knew - and Max was about to be solved as a slave.

The merchant finished his conversation with the other man and turned towards Max. “So you are his new slave,” said the merchant with a grin. “I hope you will work hard.” The merchant was speaking Latin, Max noticed, but he didn’t have much trouble understanding it. It sounded way different then what he had learned in school, but nevertheless, he understood it just fine.

Max just nodded silently in response. It was not that he had much choice in this matter. Perhaps he would have some luck escaping in the night. But right now, he needed to focus on surviving this day first.

“You can go,” said the merchant and waved his hand dismissively at the guard who held the door open for Max.

Max walked out of the cage and tried to keep calm while walking over to the merchant’s stand. The other man, who apparently just bought him, followed close behind him. At first, Max wanted to make a break for it and run away as fast as possible, but after thinking about it for a moment, he decided to stay calm and do nothing stupid. “This is Fridericus Simo, but you will address him as your master, is that understood?”

Max nodded in agreement.

“Good boy,” said the merchant with a smile. “Now follow him!” The merchant pointed at the other man.

Max looked at the man that had purchased him, and realized he was dressed in a toga and looked like a nobleman. He did not look too dangerous, so Max obeyed and followed the man to a large building nearby.

“Do you have a name, slave?”, Fridericus asked when they arrived, hist voice not signaling true interest.

Max paused before answering. “Max Stone”, he finally said.

Fridericus gave Max a strange look but continued talking anyway. “Very well, I am sure we will get along very well, Max.”. He paused for a moment before continuing: “As long as you obey every one of my orders. You disobey, you get the whip. You fail your task, you get the whip. You try to run away…” he pauses for another moment, “you get worse than the whip.”

Max felt his heart skip a beat. This was not going to end well.

“Well, for the rest today you are going to clean the house. Tomorrow, we will take you to the quarry.” With that, Fridericus left Max standing in front of the house and went back to his business.

Max stood there stunned for a few moments, until he remembered that he had been ordered to start cleaning the house. It was tiresome to clean the whole house, as it was quite big, but apparently he did a good enough job not to get punished. However, as he was allowed to rest on his straw bag with some bread and water, Max discarded the idea of trying to escape today. He was way too tired, there were guards and finally, the punishment Fridericus had mentioned didn’t make that option all too appealing. Certainly, tomorrow at the quarry there would be a better possibility.

After eating, Max lay down on his bedding and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, Max woke up with a stiff cock again. It was not as bad as his cave man urges, but apparently, that too changed compared to his old self. However, he resisted the thought to jerk off and just got up and ready for work. If he was obedient and did good work, he reasoned, they might watch him less and give him more chances to escape.

He was indeed brought to a quarry soon. Much to his dismay, there were lots of guards there, and to his even bigger dismay, as soon as he arrived at the site, he was put into chains. It wasn’t easy to walk around with heavy metal shackles on, but he managed somehow. As he was led through the quarry, he could see many slaves working hard at their tasks. Some were digging holes and others were moving boulders. One of the overseers quickly assigned max a task and he had no choice but get started.

Max didn’t try to escape that night, nor the night after that. At first, he reasoned that the circumstances were not right or that there were too many guards or that the chains didn’t allow him to escape. However, true as that was, the more days he spent working hard at the quarry, the more his mind shifted. He was happy when he did a good job and soon, he actually enjoyed being given orders. He quite naturally saw himself as below those overseers, below his masters, as he was now calling them even in his head. They were above him, and if they told him to do something, then he would do it without question. After all, what else could he do? He was chained by his wrists and ankles and couldn’t move much either way. His body also developed alongside his mind. He was not transforming into the brute he was in that primeval forest, but instead became more lean and muscular. Not threatening, but a body fit for the submissive slave that he was.

After a few days, he even found it arousing if the overseers were rough with him, getting weird looks from the other slaves when he was getting visibly hard after getting yelled at. He knew it was wrong, but it made him feel like a real slave. And that feeling turned him on!

It took only a week before Max began to develop an attachment to this place. The food here was okay and he was doing what he was told. He was actually sad when after the week, Fridericus came back to bring him back to his home. Of course, Max did not object, that was not his place. After they had arrived back at Fridericus home, Fridericus addressed him: “So, from what I hear, you have been good at the quarry. Always did what you were told to do. Good. I’m quite happy with you and therefore, you may ask a favor. Now, tell me, Max. What do you want?”

A week ago, Max would have asked for something that would allow him to escape. But now, before he could even think it through, Max blurted out, blushing: “Master, if you would… just call me ‘slave’. I’m not worthy of a name.”

Fridericus chuckled and said: “I will remember that, slave!”

The work his master had for the slave was easier at the house than in the quarry, but Fridericus often decided what was the slaves task on a whim. One day, he had to clean the stables, another day get something from the market or cook. The slave did as he was told without hesitation. Every time Fridericus called him ‘slave’ instead of his name (which he did constantly now), the slave felt a rush of joy. If the order was condescending or even humiliating, the slave instantly got hard and didn’t even try to hide it. Even though he was ashamed of it, he still loved the feeling of humiliation. It aroused him so much that sometimes he almost lost control over himself. His master noticed this and started giving him weirder orders. At first it were just generally humiliating orders, like ordering the slave to clean a room completely naked. But more and more, Fridericus also seemed to enjoy his power over the slave. He would often watch the slave while he worked and jerk himself off slowly doing so.

One day, as the slave was cleaning a room, Fridericus pumped his cock and came right onto the marble floor. He thought for a moment and then, with a grin, ordered “Slave, clean that up! With your tongue!”.

The slaves heart skipped a beat. He knew his master wanted to see him lick his cum off the floor and he was sure that would be very embarrassing for him. He also knew that he would love every second of it. Without hesitation he got to work.

This continued for one or two months, until one of Fridericus’ other servants addressed the slave in the night: “Hey, you! Max! Tonight is the night! We are going to start an uprising. Are you with us… or against us?”

It took a moment for the slave to recognize that the servant was speaking to him. Max… That… was his name. It almost felt like Max was waking up from a dream. What was he doing? Why was he serving? Slavery was wrong! All of a sudden, the overwhelming need for freedom awoke within him and burst free with a firm “I’m with you!”.

The servant smiled and nodded happily. “Good. Let’s go!”

Max followed the others silently out of the house and into the streets. There were many people there already, all of them carrying weapons and ready to fight. Only minutes later, Max found himself in a fierce battle. The slaves had attacked some of the city guards with improvised weapons and were losing bitterly. Left and right of Max, slaves were wounded or killed in the light of torches. It was horrible. In a few moments, Max saw his fellow slaves fall around him, including the one who had helped him escape earlier on. One of the guardsmen just spotted Max and came towards him, the bloodied gladius already in his hand. Was this the end? Right in that moment, a bright yellow light appeared right next to him and another one of those mysterious portals formed. Without thinking twice, Max leapt into the portal.

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic. 

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," he said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

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“Thanks, yeah that’s great!” William said with a smile and a nod of thanks before he left the latest barber shop in his string of failures.

He was lying through his teeth and he knew it, but William was too polite to say otherwise whenever he went to get a haircut. The same practised appreciation for something half the time he didn’t really like, as close as it was to what he originally asked for. He’d never known how he truly wanted it styled, just went along with whatever the thousandth hairdresser he was trying suggested. Nothing worked though. 

So here he was a month later on yet another attempt to find a place he liked, wandering around the city searching for a place he hadn’t tried yet, which was a challenge in itself. He’d been to every popular place, every barbers and hairdressers, every little hole in the wall and random person that thought they could give him a cut he was finally happy with. It was a big city, so William was lucky in that regard with how many new places seemed to be opening up all over sometimes. Today was another one of those days where a friend of a friend of a friend had been to somewhere new and he was on the hunt for it. 

Roughly half an hour after he’d left home, William finally set eyes on it. A smart looking place  with a sign in the window claiming to be newly opened. From what William could see it looked like a middle-eastern, Turkish style barbers, of which he’d been to several similar places before. Though, the closer he got to the front of the place the more he realised this didn’t look like any other barber’s shop he’d been to. On one side you had the usual chairs, mirrors and hair cutting equipment, on the other though it was entirely different. Wall to wall gym equipment, enough to make it look like a home gym or small public one. It was perhaps the most unique looking place William had ever seen to get his haircut, and he'd been to a lot of places in his 26 years alive. 

“Suppose you've got to market to a new audience somehow with all the competition around…” William mumbled to himself as he approached the door.

A small bell above the door jingled when William entered. He couldn't see anyone hovering around the main section to greet him and ask what he wanted like usual, so he glanced over to the small area with gym equipment. The only guy in the section, who was currently lifting what looked to be a heavy bar, met his gaze a moment later and smiled.

"Gimme one sec and I'll be with you bro!" The guy said before he turned his attention back to lifting.

That guy was the barber? William could hardly believe it. He’d expected someone more average. Maybe an old dude with a belly, not some tattooed middle-eastern jock. Though, he supposed this guy wasn’t all that young looking from what he could see. There was the odd sign of age on his still fit body, little hints that gave away that he was definitely older than William. He supposed it made sense for that type of man to be someone that comes up with the half gym half barbers shop idea; he knew the type of jock that loved to live in the gym, now this dude could work full time cutting hair and get a workout in whenever he wanted.

William stood awkwardly to one side next to the door whilst he waited for the guy to finish up. Luckily it only took a few minutes before he set the bar back down on the rack and sat up, then gave William another smile. Much to his relief, William watched the guy wipe off a little sweat with a spare towel he had laying around, then slid on a grey tank top before he pushed to his feet. He was at least professional enough to be fully clothed, which was more than William was able to say for one or two of the people he’d given a go at getting the haircut correct. 

“Sorry about that man, didn’t think I’d get anyone in this early!” The handsome hunk said when he finally stopped in front of William and extended a hand. “Hassan, nice to meet you.”

Out of sheer politeness William tried not to wrinkle his nose at the smHaving just worked out, Hassan smelt like any other sweaty jock, which wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences for him. He wasn’t the most confident type though, so instead he shook the offered hand and bit back any slightly more unkind opinions however true they may be.

“Nice to meet you Hassan, I’m William.” He held in his grimace at the sweaty palm when they shook. “It’s almost midday though, why didn’t you expect anyone?” He enquired, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Hassan shrugged as he pulled his hand back. “Only been open a couple of days, so I hadn’t expected word to spread enough yet. Had a couple dudes I was already friends with my first day open, one new guy yesterday afternoon, now you. So thanks I guess, you being here means I gotta be doing something right!” 

As much as Hassan did smell like a sweaty bro that hadn’t showered in a week, there was something almost infectiously friendly about him. A magnetic energy that had William relaxing around the man already, despite only having just met. 

“Anyway, what can I do for you man? Need of a trim I assume?” Hassan walked around behind the desk near the door and grabbed a bottle of water, then took a swig from it. “You’re in good shape already, probably doesn’t need much doing by the looks of it.”

William sighed. “That’s exactly the problem I guess.” He didn’t know why he felt like gushing about the problem to this guy over anyone else, but William could barely stop the words from falling out of his mouth. “I’ve never really known how I want it cut. A thousand different people have tried a thousand different cuts, yet nothing has ever quite looked right. Never been able to put my finger on it, but I’ve just never been satisfied.”

Hassan had a knowing smile on his face, which seemed out of place to William. “I think I know what your problem is, Will, it's obvious really.” Hassan spoke with such confidence in his assessment William didn’t really know what to think. “Obvious to me at least. You wanna know what I think?”

William nodded. He wasn’t expecting an actual answer, but at this point he’d try anything this guy thought was a fix. 

“I don’t think it’s the hair that’s the problem, it’s the rest of you. You don’t feel at home in your skin, so it’s only natural you can’t find a haircut that makes you happy. You’re trying to match it to the wrong body.” Hassan stepped to the side and gestured at one of the chairs behind him. “Take a seat and I’ll show you what I mean.”

William blinked. He wasn’t sure he’d quite heard things right. “Sorry, what? You think I don’t feel at home in my skin, what the hell does that mean??”

Hassan shrugged as if it was barely a question that had to be asked. “I mean exactly what I said. We’ll get you a new skin tone, maybe some muscle too whilst I’m here, then see what we can do about your hair.”

“But… But that’s not…” William stuttered out, his brain still trying to catch up with the seriousness Hassan was putting forward.

Hassan’s face bristled with a slight irritation, but it didn’t seem to be directed at William. It was more of a general irritation at the situation, though it didn’t last long. As he walked back towards William and the intense musky smell grew again the irritation eased off, replaced with a look William didn’t recognise. Or, one he didn’t want to recognise anyway. Arousal. Clear as anything behind Hassan’s eyes, an arousal that had William terrified and horny at the same time. 

The intense smell wasn’t helping anything either. It’d disgusted William at first, but the more it wafted off the stud the more he found himself enjoying it. He felt safe here, safe with Hassan calling the shots. So what if changing skin sounded ridiculous and impossible, wasn’t he just thinking he’d try anything to finally be rid of this irritation? He could at least let the gorgeous older man try, it’s not like there would be any harm. He was safe with Hassan, he reminded himself, it’s not like the guy he’d known since childhood would do anything bad to him.

William shook his head. No, that wasn’t right. He’d only just met Hassan, he hadn’t known him since childhood! But then… How did he even know about this place? Why was he so used to the slightly arousing smell of his best friend if they hadn’t known each other for so long? And, why was he letting Hassan get so close if he wasn’t already comfortable around him?

“You okay there Will? Come on, let me help you out, yeah?” Hassan said when he stopped less than a foot away from William. Right up in his personal space, but then William could remember Hassan always being like that around him… Couldn’t he?

Will nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Sorry, don’t know what came over me for a second there.” He shook his head and blinked a couple times, then smiled up at Hassan. “Let’s get me in that chair, if you really think this new skin tone stuff you’re saying will help then I guess I trust you.”

Hassan smiled as he guided Will over to the chair he’d indicated before, making sure he stayed close. The hypnotising effects of his smell would only hold as long as he was near, at least until he could do the rest of his work. This guy was exactly what he’d been hoping for when he opened this place, though he hadn’t expected to find it fast enough. Someone lost enough to make it easy for him to mould, someone clearly desperate enough that they’d accept whatever help was given with the right push. As soon as he’d worked the magic in through his scent William would be locked in as whoever Hassan sculpted him into; he was far more than a simple barber after all. 

With a flourish he draped a sheet around Will’s neck and secured it to protect his clothes from any falling hair. In reality it was much more to disguise the changes to his body until it was too late, but it was part of the convenient lie that had made him choose this profession. Most of the time he just made little adjustments to people before they left, but occasionally, when the right person came along, he could afford larger ones without having to exert any extra effort. He’d already embedded a history of friendship without even having to think, so he already knew he’d be able to go the extra mile here. 

He grabbed a pair of scissors, then took his position behind the chair and smiled at William in the mirror. “Just sit back and relax okay? I know you’re not really sure about all this, but have I ever done you wrong in the past?” William shook his head after a brief frown of confusion. “Exactly. So trust me when I say you might be sceptical, but this will fix any hir worries you have forever okay?”

With the final words of reassurance offered, and his subtle check his influence was still working, Hassan started his work on the cut. It wasn’t just hir he was cutting away as his scissors glided through blond strands though, it was everything. The sweaty smell from his recent workout enveloped the room, and with it Hassan cut away everything weighing William down. All the anxieties, all the stress, all the baggage he was carrying around from everyday life that led him to obsess so intensely over something as simple as a haircut gone with a few chops. His attachment to his identity as a white man was next to go. The easy, unspoken sense of privilege vanished into nothing as more hair fell away, hair that was already leaving behind dark black on Will’s head instead of the blond which carried his previous heritage with it. A couple more chops later and William was a blank slate ready for inscribing. 

All the while Hassan worked, William was totally oblivious to anything besides the haircut going on with him. Hassan’s stench took care of that, working to invade his senses and further relax him. He loved the way Hassan smelled all ripe and masculine all the time, it was why he’d suggested combining a gym and barber’s to him in the first place. It didn’t matter if that memory was a new one he didn’t have before, now the delicious musk of the man working above him had pushed the idea into his head it was there to stay. He was unaware of his hair darkening with each cut, unaware too of his beard doing the same when Hassan moved around to tidy that up. The fact that his beard actually got longer and thicker when the handsome barber went to work down there was the smallest little detail he couldn’t care for, not when Hassan was hunched over with the most adorable look of concentration on his face and his armpits only inches away from William’s face. 

“How’re you feeling Zaid? Good?” Hassan asked, once again giving William a soft, friendly smile from his position in front of him. “Not too long until I’m done Zaid, just got to put the finishing touches on.”

What was left of William’s mind pushed through the fog. Hassan had just called him Zaid, but that wasn’t even close to his name. But, then there was the unwavering confidence in the way he’d addressed him, as if there was no doubt in his mind that William was actually called Zaid instead. 

Just when the doubt was about to push back, Hassan raised his arm and leaned over. He held onto the back of the chair and pressed William’s face directly into his sweaty pit, letting the smell drive itself up to another level. Any notion of disagreement faded away as William was forced to take a deep inhale directly from the source. He wasn’t William, there was no way someone like him would have a white man's name when he wasn’t white. That’s what the smell whispered to him on repeat with each breath in. He wasn’t William. He wasn’t white. He wasn’t average. 

The only question his mind was capable of pushing back as he breathed in the intense smell was a simple one; if I’m not those things, then who am I? And the answer was far more simple and obvious, he didn’t even need to wait for a response from the smell.

He was Zaid. He was middle-eastern. He was ripped and gorgeous.

Most importantly of all, Zaid was just as much of a sweaty, gym obsessed bro as his lover was. He and Hassan loved to work up a good sweat from a workout then fuck whilst inhaling each other’s smell. Often when work was slow too, right in the middle of the gym half of the shop where anyone could walk by and see the two hunky Arabs going at it. The icing on the cake was that neither man showered all the frequently Zaid was now remembering. There hadn’t been room in the shop to install one when they’d bought it, and the one they had at home wasn’t the best quality either. So, to both men’s delight, they spent more than half the time smelling ripe and masculine.

Zaid looked up to see Hassan once again behind him, now pulling off the sheet that’d been wrapped around him. He undid the back then tugged it away to reveal the sweaty tank and shorts Zaid always loved to wear, all barely covering the massive tanned muscle of his body. For a split second he’d been confused when he saw himself, but the strange idea that he should be pale and small soon vanished as fast as it had set in. He’d been working out for years, there was no way he’d be small! And it wasn’t like he was one of those pasty white guys that thought they ruled the world, he was far more enlightened than that.

“I’m good H.” Zaid said with a reassuring smile up at Hassan. “Thanks for the trim though, felt like I was getting a little too long there.”

Hassan chuckled slightly whilst he swept away the last traces of blond hair from the floor that would give away what he’d done. “You know I’m always happy to help you Zaid, what are husbands for if not that?”

Zaid stood up, then captured Hassan’s lips in a short, sweet kiss. “I know, I know. But aren’t I allowed to be thankful for my amazing husband?”

“You are.” Hassan’s gaze turned mischievous as he set the broom aside and walked the short distance to the front door. He locked it and flipped the open sign hanging there around to the other side, then returned his mischievous gaze to Zaid. “But I’d prefer you show your thanks by fucking my ass personally. That William guy we had booked in cancelled, so we’ve got enough time free for a little fun, don’t you think?”

The mention of his former self was the last unspoken test Hassan had for Zaid. Massive changes like this one didn’t always hold steady, so one last push of that button was an important one. If Zaid didn’t flinch then he’d know he managed to pull it off, if he did flinch then Hassan would know he’d been too ambitious. Minor cosmetic changes to tidy up and perfect someone’s appearance was usually all he did as he was cutting, so such a large change as to change not only Zaid’s race, but his muscle and his memories too had been ambitious from the moment he sat down in the chair. The guy had just been so receptive to it though that he’d kept gambling and pushing things further; the hair colour became a radical change to make him an Arab, then adding the massive muscle on top of it all when he would never usually go as far as changing ethnicity.

“Then fuck that dude, he doesn’t know about the killer trim you’d give him before I set him up with a workout plan.” Zaid said, full of confidence and total ignorance to who William was. Had been. “We’ll get plenty of others through here and you know it, and we’ll help them walk out hotter people!”

Hassan let out an internal sigh of relief. It had worked after all. “You’re right, there’s going to be a lot more people walking through our door.” His eyes flicked back to the same door he’d just locked, then back at Zaid. “Right after you’ve bent me over the nearest workout bench and fucked me so we can unlock that door that is.”

Zaid stalked towards his husband and smirked. “Say no more H, say no more…” He whispered as he grabbed Hassan’s ass with two meaty hands and started to walk them backwards. 

One of these days Hassan knew he’d confess all this to his new husband, but today was not that day. Today was the day they fucked on every flat surface possible, confessions could wait.

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Greek Vacation

It was finally June, and Alex could barely sleep. He’d worked his ass off the last year in college to avoid having to take summer classes, which meant he could join the rest of his family on their trip to Greece. His mom had apparently won tickets or miles or something through her job, he couldn’t remember. All that mattered was he was going to Greece! It was finally time to relax and unwind from the insanely stressful last few months. He’d gone over his packing list six, seven times now; he was absolutely sure he was ready. His family was meeting him at the airport, so he was just pacing now, waiting on that text to start moving. The phone on the countertop buzzed and he lunged for it. It was time.

Alex grabbed his oversized suitcase and lugged it down the stairs of his apartment building out to the street. He hopped on the bus and found a seat. He was giddy, this trip was his dream trip as a kid, and now he was finally getting to go. He’d helped plan out their whole itinerary, from the Acropolis to the ruins at Delphi and so so many more. Before he knew it, they were dropping him at the airport. Inside the chaotic lobby he managed to spot his parents, his dad was already wearing a massive sun hat which helped. The next hour was a blur getting their bags checked, through security, and corralling everyone to the gate. Then began the longest part of the trip: the flight. Alex had brought noise canceling headphones and an extra strong dose of melatonin that he prayed would do the job. And miraculously, it did. Nearly ten hours later he woke up to the sounds of the plane landing, and next thing he knew they were in a cab headed into Athens.

The cab pulled up to their hotel, depositing them and their bags at the foot of a beautiful white building with a grand entrance. This part was his mother’s domain. She ushered everyone inside and got them to their room in no time. Alex was unpacking and setting his stuff out when he realized he couldn’t find his phone charger. He tore everything out of his suitcase and backpack, trying desperately to find it. Nothing. He must’ve left it in his haste getting out the door, after all his phone was plugged in while he was waiting. 

Shit, he thought, before solemnly announcing the news to his family.

“We’ll stop by a store or something and get you a new one, it's fine,” his mother said, buried in her own suitcase. What a start to the trip. Alex sat on the side of his bed looking out the window at the building next door, kicking his legs waiting for them to get going. Finally, after another 30 minutes, they were getting back out the door. 

Alex and his family started wandering through the massive metropolis of Athens, surrounded by white buildings and the intense noise of a city. Only a few blocks away they came upon a massive street market, with locals selling everything imaginable. Fruits, street food, bags, shirts, phones, you name it. Surely, Alex thought, they would sell a phone charger here. He squeezed up and down through tight corridors of shops, flooded with people. He was deep into the market when his path was blocked with a crowd. He turned around, only to find the way he came in also packed tight with tourists. He was stuck. As panic started to set in, Alex heard a deep, husky voice from the stall behind him.

“You there, tourist boy,” the voice said, and Alex whipped around to see a large man with dark olive skin, and the hairiest body he’d ever seen. It was on his fingers, hands, forearms, and crawled out of his open shirt solidly up to the thick bushy beard on his face that nearly hid all his features. Alex was frozen, taking in the sight of this man. He was snapped out of his daze by the man speaking again.

“You look tired, boy. Did you just arrive?” he looked Alex in the eyes.

Alex was jumbling his words, “Uh, yes, yea I did. But I slept! I shouldn’t be tired.. I don’t think…” 

The man grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him. “Here boy, this will help you,” he said in his thick accent. He took out a small beaded bracelet and slipped it onto Alex’s wrist, tying it tight. 

“Uhh, thanks?” Alex remarked, a little confused about the whole situation. The moment was interrupted by his mother’s voice piercing through the crowd.

“Alex!! Alex!! Are you over here?” Alex jerked his head towards the voice, starting to back away from the man.

“Enjoy your trip, boy,” the man said, releasing his arm and giving a slight wave. Alex turned away and pushed through the throng of people in his way, eventually reaching his mother.

“Alex! Thank god you’re okay, we lost you immediately. Here, we found someone selling chargers,” she handed him a cord, not even noticing the bracelet on his wrist. “Alright, let’s get back on track today, shall we?” she put some pep in her voice. As the family squeezed through the crowded Athenian streets, Alex failed to notice a slight itch where the bracelet clung to his wrist.

The summer sun beat down on them as they slowly made their way up the hills of Athens. Alex was sweating buckets, the back of his shirt absolutely drenched. He looked over in envy at his dad’s sun hat that he had mocked earlier. After what felt like an eternity, they made it to the base of the acropolis. Alex’s dad groaned at the sight of not only immense crowds, but another massive rock they had to climb. Alex was undeterred however, his eyes lit up with the sight of the ruins atop the hill. This was what he’d been waiting for, and he let nothing get in his way as he dragged his family into the crowd to get closer. The slight itch under the bracelet continued, unbeknownst to Alex. His skin under it was darkening to an olive shade, slowly creeping up his arm and down towards his hand. Where the darker tone had spread, hairs began popping up, thick black hairs in contrast to his light brown wispy hairs. They continued to sprout, growing in between the last, creating a dense, curly coat. The back of his hand was next, the same black hairs wriggling out. Soon enough, his forearm stuck out like a sore thumb next to the rest of his pale body, yet no one seemed to notice.

The next couple hours were heaven for Alex. He explored the acropolis with his family, pointing out everything he’d researched and explaining even more. Between the numerous ruins and museums, the rest of the day was jam packed with artifacts. Alex even found himself remembering facts about spots he didn’t remember researching. The other constant of the day was the sun. It beat down on them from above with the full force of a Mediterranean summer, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead. It seemed like significantly more than usual for Alex, but he chalked it up to the different climate, and how much they’d been walking. Under his soaked shirt, however, his body was adapting. The deep olive color had spread all the way up his arm, with the forest of hair following, coating his upper arm. The hairs crawled over his inflating shoulder, sprinkling it with black wisps. His bicep has also grown substantially, almost like he was a regular gym-goer, matching his now beefier hand and forearm.

The sun-kissed shade continued to spread, imposing itself over his chest. Not long after, his chest began growing. It pushed out two meaty pecs, skin stretching to accommodate the immense muscles growing in slowly. His chest was sore as years of workouts applied themselves at once. The crisp definition melted somewhat as his form softened, fat layering itself onto his chest and further down as a thick muscle gut grew in. His stomach pressed tight against his shirt, stretching it to its limit. As the muscle pushed out of his frame, so did the hairs. Small black hairs began rearing their heads around his growing nipples, pushing out like thick shoots of grass. The hairs radiated away from his nipples, surging across the open fields of his pectorals, burying them in a black, curly forest. They grew longer and thicker, matting together into a rug across his chest that scratched against his shirt. The fur coat grew denser in the center of his pecs and right below, making them look like real pillow cushions. His gut tingled as the hairs began erupting, swirling together and giving his belly a thick black coat to match. By the time Alex and his family were headed to dinner it looked like he’d eaten plenty, putting on dozens of pounds.

They sat down at a street-side restaurant that Alex had recommended, exhausted after a very active first day. While they browsed the menu, Alex scratched loosely at an itch above the neckline of his shirt. The wave of darker skin tone had slowly been inching up his neck, leading a wave of black hairs. His chest fur had overtaken his collarbone and continued to spread. His neck remained bare until, suddenly, a single dark hair sprouted above his shirt. It was black, thick, and curly. Seconds later, a second hair joined it, shooting out from his shirt collar.  More and more began sprouting, giving Alex a thick dark tuft of hair curling over his shirt. This was just the beginning, though. The dark hairs climbed up his neck, following the wave of olive complexion. Alex’s lean face cracked as it widened, jaw growing thick and square. His brow jutted out and his nose grew more prominent as his face took on the darker tone. His wavy brown hair pulled back some, turning black and more curly. The itching grew as a shadow developed across his jaw, darkening as thick stubble emerged from the bare skin. The scruff seemed to age Alex up a good few years, he seemed like a real adult with the stubble, hairy forearms, and chest hair pushing out of his shirt.

As they ate, Alex briefed his parents on their plan for the next day, starting with an early bus out to Delphi. He already knew the exact times, costs, and routes to take for the perfect day. His parents were impressed at how well researched he was, not noticing the dark scruff covering their son’s face. They finished up dinner and caught a cab home, knowing they had to be up at the crack of dawn the next day.

The next morning came quickly, and with some disgruntled grumbling from his parents, they were off on their bus to Delphi. It was a three hour trip, so they settled into their seats and his parents tried to get a little more rest. Alex stared eagerly out the window, watching the mountains rush past with the sea behind. As the ride went on, he found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat, like his body was agitated and he couldn’t figure out why. He tried to focus on the beautiful scenery and the maps of their destination instead. In reality, beneath his clothes, the slow moving wave of Mediterranean skin had crossed his muscle gut and reached his groin. It swept through his crotch, seeding the growth of new hair. His existent bush was sparse, and was quickly engulfed by the torrent of dark curly hairs that erupted from the base of his cock, spreading outward. Black hairs wormed out of his skin like weeds coating the entire area, pushing up towards his navel in a triangle pattern, and out onto his thighs.

Alex tried to subtly scratch at the area as the itching grew intense, using his map to hide his meaty hands groping the area. His flaccid cock absorbed the same olive color, and a thick foreskin stretched itself back over the head. It didn’t stay soft for long, engorging and pushing six, seven, eight inches in his pants. Alex shifted again to try and keep comfortable in his seat, but the growing rod was not helping him, leaving a massive imprint on his shorts. His bush continued to thicken, hairs sprouting between others, curling together into an impenetrable forest. The hairs even started climbing the base of his cock, popping out a ways up. There was a thud on the seat when Alex’s balls suddenly inflated to the size of baseballs, his sack growing furry as the same curly black hairs engulfed them. Alex had spread his legs as much as he could, he was practically on top of the guy in the seat next to him, and he was still feeling squeezed. He was about to reach his limit when the bus came to a stop. They had made it.

Like it was instinct, Alex gathered his parents and started their exploration of the site. He took them to the Temple of Apollo, the museum, and the spring. It was another relentlessly hot day, and within minutes he had started sweating buckets. He ignored it to continue guiding his parents around, but it began to take a toll. Underneath his arms, his paltry smattering of hair was starting to soak up some color, growing thicker and darker. The more sweat dripped from his pits the more hair began to shoot out of them, catching the drops and adding to the stench that began to waft from him. Throughout the morning, more and more hairs poked out from under his arms. His beefy arms weren’t able to hide the enormous tufts of hair that were pushing out of his pits, kept nice and damp from the heat. 

They stopped briefly for lunch at a spot Alex knew and recommended, taking a break from the heat before they continued walking through the town. Alex scratched at his face, his fingers pulling through a little more hair than they had the night before. The meal was a nice reprieve, showcasing some delicious local cuisine to his parents. He took the chance to explain their next destinations, and before long they were back walking up the hills. Alex was glad he’d worn shorts today, it was brutal even for June. His exposed legs had begun taking on the same tone as the rest of him, no longer standing out as pale twigs. Curly hairs brushed against his shorts as they grew en masse, traveling from his pubes downward. The hairs pushed out of his growing thighs, a burgeoning field of dark curls spreading across them. His calves experienced the same, putting on size before getting engulfed with black hair.

They’d made it to the stadium and viewpoint at the top. Alex left the couple to take in the vista and address his current problem; his shoes were way too tight. Luckily, it seemed he’d worn sandals for the day. He bent over to loosen the straps, giving some breathing room to his now size 15 feet, not noticing the coarse hairs popping out across the tops of them. Even his toes were hairy now. He stood back up and looked out over the valley, scratching his ass that had been a little itchy. The same thick curly hairs had started bursting out of his crack, creating a furry mass between his cheeks. The hairs spread out, growing like weeds over the expanse of his ass. The sweat dripping down his widening back helped the hairs take root, and they shot upward sprouting from the small of his back. His lats grew darker as black fur erupted before climbing up to his neck and blending with the thick coating on his shoulders. The coarse curly hairs grew dense and long enough to push his damp shirt nearly an inch away from his body all around. Curly black hairs poked out of the back of his shirt collar too, mirroring the front side.

The sun had begun to hang lower in the sky, signaling it time to head back to the bus station. Alex’s legs had bulked up enough to handle the constant walking up and down, as he should be used to it by now. He guided the couple back down to the town and they got on their way back to Athens, another multi-hour journey. He felt his seat was even smaller this time, his body having swelled with muscle and mass throughout the day. As the bus bumped along the mountain roads, Alex stared at his reflection in the window. His short beard was pushing out. Hairs grew longer, curling together. More hairs sprouted to fill the gaps, climbing higher on his cheeks. The beard grew incredibly dense, adding another couple years to his face. He finally gave in and scooted over, taking up both seats. The bulky man then closed his eyes for an hour until the familiar noise of Athens began leaking through the windows. 

They stopped at the station, and he grabbed the couple’s bags from the rack. WIth that motion, his short sleeve shirt that had been taught against his massive chest all day gave out, bursting open. His thick chest and belly and the incredible rug that covered them were exposed, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for him, especially in the summer. He lugged the bags to the curb and handed them over. The woman was exhausted looking, but still had a beaming smile.

“Oh, thank you so much Alexios! You’ve been amazing these last two days.” He swallowed, a large adam’s apple bulging out of his throat, “You’re very welcome. Enjoy the rest of your visit to Greece,” he said with a baritone voice and accent.

The man handed him a large stack of bills as a thank you, and the two headed off towards their hotel. Alexios sighed, it had been an exhausting day. And after all that, he needed to prepare for the new tourists he was to guide the next day.

Hey y'all, I was going to start on the poll story but it's been so close I couldn't predict it! So enjoy this race change tf in the mean time. Speaking of which, if you havent yet, go vote in the poll for the next story! There's still 2 days left.

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Alpha with a Capital A: Sexuality

Most people assume that Alphas are straight. It makes a sort of sense to afterall. Alphas are the pinnacle of masculinity, and are defined by their dominance over others. They’re the straight male ideal, the stud that every straight guy wants to be. It’s natural to assume that, like with many animal species, the largest most attractive male, the Alpha, gets first choice of mates.

It also makes sense to assume that Alphas are gay. Alphas surround themselves with men, and have a culture that reeks of androphila. They use their powers on men more often than women and definitely aren’t afraid to get up close and personal with another man.

The thing is that both assumptions are wrong. They treat Alphas with ideas of human sexuality, and although they have a lot in common with us, Alphas aren’t truly human. No human can do what they do. Sure, there are Alphas out there who are purely straight or purely gay, but much like how a majority of regular humans are straight, a majority of Alphas subscribe to a specific sexuality too. None.

That’s not to say Alphas are asexual. That’s possible but very, very rare, since their dominant nature is almost inherently sexual. They have no sexuality because alphas rarely use labels. If forced to choose (which an Alpha never is because they are never forced to do anything they don’t want to) an Alpha would probably describe themselves pansexual or omnisexual. For an Alpha a hole is a hole. They don’t worry about fancy labels or shit, they just like what they like, and they always get it.

What’s really interesting is how those under an Alphas influence, their betas, experience sexuality. Just like most things for a beta, it’s decided for them by the Alpha. It’s one of the things that Alphas can more easily change too. If they want one of their betas to love something specific in the bedroom, or to fit a specific mold, the beta will. And the sexuality of a fully controlled beta can change as quickly as the Alphas desires do. If an Alpha wants to watch a formerly homophobic beta become obsessed with sucking cock, they get to. If an Alpha wants to see a couple of gay betas who used to boyfriends turn into pussy obsessed straight bros, they will. When it comes down to it, gender has nothing to do with the sexuality of an Alpha or a beta. For them, dominance is much more important.

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I came home from work when I felt something push into my back. I tried to turn around to see what it was and that's when it all happened.

I began to lose control of my body. It was like something else was taking over and I couldn't stop it. After trying to fight back I finally lost to whatever it was.

I took a deep breath in and kept walking inside my apartment. I was beginning to strip

"OH yeah this will do nicely" came out of my mouth but I didn't mean to say it.

"Fuck man your hot" I said again, not in control.

"Sorry bud, but I need to get laid tonight and my boyfriend and I have been watching you two and figuring out this possession for a while" I said.

What? What did he mean by possession? Was I being possessed by a ghost?

Wait.......he, I said two.....oh fuck Kevin my roommate was in the other room.

As I was thinking about him I heard Kevin say "what the fu" as it was cut off by weird sounds and thrashing about.

"There's my boyfriend " I said as I completely stripped naked

I opened the door to Kevin's room to see him half naked sitting smoking a cigarette.

"Hey babe" He said as he came and gave me a kiss.

As much as I wanted to stop it, my body welcomed and kissed him back. At the same time I pulled his body into mine while I was tasting his cigarette smoke on my tongue. I was getting hard, and so was Kevin.

"I can't wait to fuck you" I said

"Likewise baby" Kevin said. " and your positive this will work? "

"Having sex while in control will make their bodies except us as the main hosts, these guys will be their but we will be in charge and can finally be together" I said

WHAT?? NO no no this can't be happening.

"I can't wait to spend my life with you" Kevin said and began kissing me again.

I had to watch and feel in horror as me and Kevin were forced to have sex against our will. I played with his cock in my mouth and my cock in his. What was worst is that they made it feel so freaking good. I wasn't gay but I couldn't help to feel how these two ghost felt for each other.

I fucked him while stroking his cock and about 30 minutes later we both came and hard.

I felt the control slip away from me. I felt the other guy take full control as my cock throbbed. It was a weird bliss. I laid there next to Kevin holding him as he laid on me. I began playing with his pecs.

"These pecs are amazing" I said

"You can play with them whenever you like" Kevin said.

I gave a big smile. "I'm looking forward to this" and I started getting aroused again.

As much as I wanted to protest, all of it slipped away as I accepted my fate. I hope Kevin did too because I was beginning to feel what other me felt and wanted to hold Kevin and play with him and fuck him and suck him.....I guess this is my life now.

Kevin went down on me this time and then we showered together talking about our new life together and all I could feel , strangle was, Happy