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Twisted

Fetishes are often so powerful they not only change people but they change their lives and the people around them. Four erotic stories about people whose fetishes take a wrong turn and each character really learn, what they like may not always be in their best interest or even in their control.

Stories including weight gain, age progression, toys, straight to gay transformation, butt expansion, and more!

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“Ugh,” I groaned as he pushed the butt plug into my ass. The large plastic toy easily slid into my well-used hole; the base of the toy nestled tightly between my wide ass cheeks. I pulsed my asshole, feeling the toy slid in and out of my hole. The cum that was currently lodged deep within my hole, easily lubed the toy which allowed it to slide with ease. I turned around and watched the wicked faces of my three students as they all began to grope and squeeze my cheeks. Each of there hands lightly pressing against the butt plug or smacking one of my robust ass cheeks. I could still feel their loads churning in my stomach from the fucking I had just endured during their study hall.

“Okay looks like you’re all ready to go,” Andrew said to me, giving me one final smack on my ass. I grabbed my underwear and began pulling them up around my waist but was stopped by one of the other students.

“Nope not today Mr. Wilson,” he said pushing the underwear back onto the ground. “Time to strip.” He looked down at the watch on his wrist. “Looks like you better hurry too. Everyone should be back in just a few minutes.” I looked at the clock on the wall, it was only three minutes till two, and the bell was about to ring. I kicked my dress shoes, my dress pants, and finally my underwear and quickly began to redress myself. As I redressed myself, Andrew grabbed my briefs off the ground, took a whiff of my sweaty cum filled undies, and pushed them into his pocket.

“What?” Andrew asked his fellow tormentors as they both eyed the treasure that was now tucked into his pocket.

“Nothing, just looking,�� the other student said, shrugging his shoulders, adjusting the already growing dick he had in his pants. The three of them were insatiable. Always ready to fuck my ass at all hours of the day. Sometimes ordering me to leave the classroom and meet them somewhere at the school so they could fuck my brains out. They didn’t care if I was in the middle of teaching a class or in a meeting with a fellow teacher or parent, they would expect me to drop everything and obey their commands. I saw the way the other teachers saw me running to the bathroom or locker room all day long. I saw their sideways glances, they knew something was up, but nobody ever dared to say something about one of their own.

I buttoned my trousers, slightly sucking in my stomach, allowing myself just enough room to button my trousers and hook my belt into place. I could feel the plug press against the seam of my tight dress pants as the fabric ran up between both of my cheeks. I turned around and found my three students staring, hypnotically, at my cheeks as they pressed against the tight fabric. I knew I had a large ass, and usually, I kept to looser fitting clothes, but these boys loved making me show it off. My tall Hispanic tormentor walked over and pushed me against the wall, pressing his hard cock against my plugged hole. Even after just getting fucked by all three of them I could feel my hole already begging to be fucked once more. My hole tensed around the butt plug, yearning to be filled by one of their massive virile cocks.

I remembered the first day I took their cocks. It was one of the first weekends in the new school year. The three had thought it was funny to play a joke during class time and I made them come in on the following Saturday. It was the day after I had dropped all my usual clothes at the dry cleaners and had to wear a pair of pants that were a few sizes too small. Long story short, I ripped the seat of my pants in half due to the kids attempting to leave early and one thing leads to another and I ended up getting fucked by all three of them on my desk. It was wild and crazy and obviously forbidden which made me love it that much more. Little did I know was that they took pictures of me taking their cocks in my hole and after that, I became their on-call bitch or they would release the pictures to the school. I would be ruined or worse be put in jail.

“You look fucking delicious,” he whispered into my ear. “Just seeing your fat ass in those pants brings me back to that first Saturday together. Is it getting bigger? I hope so!” I moaned as his fat cock pushed against my ass. I arched my back pushing my ass against his cock. I wanted it badly. I wanted to get fucked by him again. I could feel his hands around moving to the front of my pants, his fingers on my belt, already slowly undoing it. I arched my back readying myself for his cock.

DING DING DING DING DING

“Fuck,” I whined, knowing that the time we had was finally up. I pulled away from the wall, feeling my student pull away as well.

“Looks like someone is already starting to leak. Better be careful.” Andrew noted, nodding to the back of my pants. I turned around and looked down at my ass, seeing a wet spot begin to form where the plug sat between my cheeks. My eyes grew wide with fear, knowing that my students would see the plug if my ass continued to leak into the fabric. I attempted to pull the fabric out between my cheeks, but no matter how much I pulled the fabric stayed wedged deep into my crack

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Oh, it’s so cute watching him try to read. That brain is just a pile of mush since I got a hold of it. I wonder even if he knew what he was holding. He used to be a mouthy one too. Always trying to prove he was the smartest person in the room. But that quickly changed once I got my hands on him. That brain was the first thing to go.

It was easy enough. All I had to do was start laying a hypnotic track every night into his white noise machine. He unknowingly listened to it every night. Little did he know those soothing rainforest sounds were actually draining his intelligence. After it was successfully drained I switched his focus from academia to the gym. He took to those weights like a fish to water. Spending hours in the gym becoming the big lug head that I wanted him to be. He missed classes and skipped work. Every day was now devoted to the gym and me. Now he’s my perfect fuck boy; hard muscles, chiseled jawline, and a head as empty as they come. But I have been itching to change him even more. Maybe some plastic surgery is in store for my boy. I always thought some huge plumped lips or overly inflated ass cheeks would look good on him. What do you think? _______________________________________________________ Follow: www.KinkyGayStories.tumblr.com

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It’s Not My Fault

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“See something you like?” My son asked as he bent over to pick up his fallen jockstrap. I rubbed my thick cock through my gym shorts as it continued to grow harder. I stared at my boy’s perky ass cheeks and his long cock and heavy balls that swung between his legs. I looked at my son’s snarky face as a wickedly hot smile covered his face.

“Fuck yeah,” I said as I dropped my shorts to the ground, revealing my own massive cock. My son’s dick was big for his age but it was nowhere the size of mine. I kicked my shorts to the corner of the locker room and walked over my son’s body and pressed my cock against his sweaty asshole. I licked my hand and lubed up my cock before I pressed it all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck yea daddy!” My boy screamed as my balls began to slap against his own. I leaned over his hairless body and grabbed his soiled jock from the floor and buried it into his mouth, silencing his cries of pleasure.

“Suck on that bitch,” I said as I began to pound his juicy ass cheeks. After staring at him working out for the past two hours I could feel my balls already begin to churn as my thrust became harder and wilder. “Fuck your pussy is so god damn tight.”

“Mmm,” he moaned as he began to work over his own sweaty cock. I wrapped my hands over his large pectorals muscles and tweaked and twisted his hard nipples that sat upon his large pectoral muscles. I knew the way to make him cum was not through his cock but from his increasingly sensitive nipples.

My grunts of pleasure and my son’s moans of ecstasy filled the small locker room as I felt my dick go rigid and unload in my son’s asshole. I could hear my son cry as his dick shot into his hand and onto the floor.

“RICK! BOBBY! You in here?” My brother shouted. I quickly withdrew my cock from my son’s hole and grabbed a hold of my shorts and covered my hard cock that was still covered in my son’s anal juices and my cum.

“Over here, Mikey!” I shouted as my handsome younger brother turned the corner and found me and my son both in different states of undress.

“Let’s get going! I’m hungry I need some steak,” Mikey said as he collapsed onto one of the benches.

“No problem man. Let us get dressed and we can head out,” I said as I tucked my dick into a clean pair of underwear. I looked over to my son; I could see a line of cum dribble down my thick thigh. The sight of his leaking hole sent my dick back into a state of arousal. I hoped he could keep it in there till we get home, I do love cleaning out his hole as much as I do unloading in it! _______________________________________________________ Follow: www.KinkyGayStories.tumblr.com

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Captured Part 1

“Oh fuck,” I said as my feet stumbled over some loose debris and fell into the hard pavement with a loud thud. I could feel my knees skid on the gravel; blood already began to pool on my legs as it gushed through the broken skin. “Shit!” I groaned as I brought my knee to my chest as I continued to wince in pain. As the pain overwhelmed my senses the only thing that I could think was, why the fuck did I wanna try to start running today.

I wasn’t what you would call an athlete. I was more interested in reading than throwing balls, and the men who threw them. But it being a summer of change I decided to try and become more of athletically inclined person, and what happens? I fall and fuck up my leg.

“Hey, you need some help?” A deep masculine voice asked from behind. I turn to the side and see a dark figure standing in directly in front of the sun. Even though I couldn’t make out the figure completely, but from the outline, he looked massive.

“Hello?” I asked as I covered my vision slightly with my hand and tilted my head until I could make out the figure in front of me. And boy was I happy with what I saw; muscles, hairy, and a gorgeous face.

“I saw you fall, did you need a hand?” He said as he reached out his hand and lifted me from the ground with ease. I placed weight on my uninjured leg and balanced in the air. “Can you walk?” He asked. I placed weight on my foot and winced in pain, and quickly pulled my leg from the ground.

“I don’t think so,” I said. I looked down at my leg and could see the continuous blood floor drip don my leg.

“No problem,” the man said as he crouched down. “You can get on my back. I don’t mind.” He turned and gave me a toothy grin. I didn’t know the guy but his face was trustworthy and I wanted to know what those muscles felt like against my body. I wrapped my legs around my thick torso and placed my hands on his pectorals.

As he lifted me into the air my grip tightened on his muscles and tightened even further as he began to jog. I placed my face against his sweaty back and inhaled. His deep manly musky smell ran through my body. I tried to focus on something else but I couldn’t help myself from smelling his sweaty muscles and grabbing harder on his bulky body.

He continued to run for about five more minutes until we arrived at a house in another neighborhood that was unfamiliar to me. It was a simple one story with a large pickup truck that sat in the driveway. He carried me through the door and into the front living room, and gingerly set me on the couch.

“This your place?” I asked as he went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.

“Yes, sir. Just me.” He said as he handed me the glass. “Here thought you could use some water.”

“Thank you,” I said as I guzzled down the tall glass of water. It was cold and refreshing. “You want some?” I said as I motioned the glass towards him.

“Nope, that ones just for you,” he said as his friendly grin began to twist at the corners and transition into something much more wicked. As I stared at the men as his face became twisted I felt the world twist and the glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. “Quicker than I thought,” he laughed as he slouched into the big leather chair beside the couch. I attempted to pull myself from the couch but my muscles felt weak and my mind foggy.

“What was in that -,” I began to ask but before I could finish the sentence my body shut down.

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1) I wake up chained in the basement in pup gear

2) I wake up in a babies crib diapered and locked in a chastity device

3) I wake up tied to a funnel with gallons of weight gain formula around me

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Game recognizes game

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This one doesn’t get a story. It’s just a terrible pun that I sincerely apologize for.

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The feel of the rubber had always enticed Darren, but he’d always been too scared to try it. But his friends encouraged him, and one day he found himself sliding on a catsuit. It electrified him. Thrilled him. Made him throb…

He didn’t notice the way his thoughts slipped from his head. How his mouth began to hang open… how his eyes glazed over.

All he could think about was sliding the hood on… after that… did he care?

So long as he was in the rubber, he had no need to worry…

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He awoke to cool night air on naked flesh…. he stirred. Stretched…only to find his hands restrained, held together… something was very wrong. Jerking upright, he took stock of his surroundings… The floor was cold and damp tiles. The walls cracked and old. The only light filtered through a barred window… Gasping, he took stock of himself next. He was naked. Nearly naked, anyway. Around his neck was a tight leather collar. Upon his calves were tall, well-laced boots. And locked tight upon his cock was a metal cage… not the Star Wars pajamas he had fallen asleep in.

It was only then that he realised he was not alone. His eyes flicked to his prison cell’s fellow occupants… his stomach turned…

Something told him this night was not going to be easy…

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Travis loved the tour. His office expected the best and provided the best. New hires needed to understand who they were working for.

That’s why he always ended the tour at his desk. So the new hires saw what would happen if they failed their probation.

Sam had failed. Sam had disappointed.

Turns out, he was much better suited to his new position … lifetime appointment and all…

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Military pup on the hunt WRUFF!!

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The Bro Apartments (Flash Commission)

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“Yeah bro–it isn’t much, but it should do you for now, I think,” Greg said, as he showed me around the small one bedroom apartment I was looking at renting. I had just graduated from college this month, landed a tech job with a startup nearby, and the apartment was workable–at least until the app took off and we got some of that sweet venture capital coming in.

Greg for his part seemed…nice. Mid forties probably, but not really dressed like it. He reminded me of the frat bros back in college, but one who never grew out of it. Sports jersey, gym shorts, big belly from too much beer every night, hat on backwards…I mostly felt a bit sorry for him, because he seemed really nice and genuine beyond that.

“Of course,” Greg continued, “We have a gym for you to use if you want. A lot of the bros work out there–saves money on a gym membership! We’re a real tight community around here, so I’m sure you’ll fit in.”

“Well, I’ll probably be at work most of the time,” I said.

Greg nodded. “Well, you just owe me first, last, and a deposit–I don’t bother with credit checks or shit like that.”

“Really? Aren’t you worried about people flaking out?”

Greg laughed, “Eh, not really. Besides PJ gave you a good recommendation, so I’m not worried.”

It took me a moment to realize he was talking about my friend Paul Jeffers, who had moved in a few months earlier, and recommended I check it out. Never in my life had I ever heard Paul referred to by his initials. I signed the lease agreement for six months, gave him a check, and got to work moving in.

It was a week later when I finally managed to connect with Paul in the complex. Moving in had been easy–even the furniture. A couple neighbors of mine (just as broish as Greg was, but still nice fellows) helped me get stuff up into my room, and insisted I come over to their apartment for a beer afterward. The strangest thing…is I don’t really remember getting home that night, and when I woke up, I…was nearly naked. All I had on was this weird, ripe smelling jockstrap. I took it off of course, and meant to throw it out, but it ended up by the bed.

When I did connect with Paul, or rather, PJ as everyone in the apartment complex called him, I…well, it was a surprise to say the least, on many, many fronts. The Paul from school had been a small guy, really bright, a sharp programmer…but this was not the same Paul I had known from a year ago.

For one thing, he was taller than me. He must have grown a foot taller somehow, and when I pointed it out, he just told me it was a late growth spurt. He was more muscular, with a decent sized gut, wearing sports jerseys like everyone else in the complex besides me it seemed. He spoke different too–slower, with a whole lot more “Bro” and “Dude” than he had…but it was the same guy. I was put off, but once he’d coaxed me into drinking a few of the beers he’d brought by, we got on perfectly well…but again, I fucking blacked out, and woke up alone, in my bed…wearing that same jock from before.

I thought it had to be some prank the guys were pulling on me, but I’d also woken up horny as hell, jacked off, and blew my load into the pouch…and I left it there, and dozed back off. When I woke again, I pulled the thing off in disgust and took a shower…but still couldn’t seem to throw it away.

It was a few days after that when I got an even bigger surprise–when PJ introduced me to his boyfriend–Alec. Paul–Paul who had always been straight, if not all that successful at it, was gay! It…surprised the hell out of me, and I wasn’t too keen on hanging out with him after that, especially since the last time I’d woken up with no memory and mostly naked…but he was just so congenial, and Alec was sweet, and with some more beer, they coaxed me over to watch a game–and then another game a few nights later. And then I started going to the gym with them, and hanging out more, and…and I was having so much fun, and work was just so difficult and stressful!

I couldn’t seem to focus while I was at the office, and the capital wasn’t coming, and I didn’t know how I was going to be able to pay rent a few months down the line. So yeah, I…avoided my problems a bit. Hanging out with PJ and Alec–and some of the other bros in the complex was just so much more relaxing. It was a week later when I realized I had the jock on–at work. I had woken up in it a few days earlier, and just never taken it off! I was horrified, but didn’t have anything to change into…and by the time I got home, and had a couple of beers…I didn’t want to take it off. Greg…told me about this party he’s throwing for the whole complex here in a few days. He really wants me to come…but I’m scared. This place, these guys, they’re doing something to me, they’re making me like them, and…and I’m so happy, I don’t know what to do.

The party was a fuckin’ blast bro! Just–fuck! You had to be there to really, you know, get it.

So I showed up, and everyone from the complex was there, hangin’ around the pool, and they were all wearing these jocks, just as dirty as the one I had on. A few other guys, more “normal” ones like me, were there too…and we all started stripping down to our own jocks…and fuck, it felt so good not to have to hide anymore, or be alone!

PJ and Alec found me, got some beers in me, and before I knew it, PJ had his tongue down my throat, and fuck, I…I’d wanted him since the day I’d seen him here, but I hadn’t even realized it. Alec came back, lubed up my hole, and coached me through it, just like he’d coached me at the gym, and soon I was riding his cock, moanin’ and gruntin’, PJ sucking me off, and Greg…he was holding court, watching all a us bro’s hangin’ out and fuckin’, and happy as a fuckin’ bro whose team just won the championship.

I woke up between them in their apartment…and I knew there wasn’t any way back for me. I’m…fuckin’ huge, and hairy, and…maybe a bit stupid, but who cares? PJ ‘n Alec don’t care–when they woke up we went right back into it, fuckin’ and suckin’ and lickin’…

I quit my job. Alec says he can find me somethin’ nearby at the college working in sports administration or something, nothing too hard. I’ll be saving money in any case, ‘cause I’m movin’ in with them next week–Greg was more than happy to let me off the lease, as long as I recommend someone to take it, and I got just the friend in mind.

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Hello Sir, I'm writing to you for some advice. I've always felt submissive and the need to serve a real man. However I was blessed/cursed (whichever way you look at it) with a very respectable sized cock. I've tried to meet dominant guys, but I always seem to end up dictating to them what they should be telling me to do... Which kind of defeats the purpose. Have I just not met a true, superior male or am I fighting nature and should accept that I was born to be served? Can dom be learned? 🤔

The problem of the big dicked faggot.

I often highlight fags with tiny clits on my page because that’s what I enjoy and find…well hilarious. However…

I often say fags come in all shapes and sizes. One shape, is a fag with an embarrassingly large clit. This often causes confusion within the fag’s mind and in his surroundings. The physical cue of a large cock, prompts sub males and many MEN to want play with the thing. This is why caging your clit is so important on many different levels.

Internally it’s a powerful signal to the fag, that his clit isn’t important, and is a distraction. It limits access to the clit, and ends the ability to “slip up” and rub it.

Externally, it shows other males, and MEN that your clit isn’t a factor in anything. You have accepted your place in service, and no matter what, it (your clit) should be ignored.

So side step the problem of your respectable clit…CAGE IT.

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Dogs with butterflies ehe he he

Dogs with butterflies oho ho ho

Dogs with butterflies aha ha ha