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[yisony07]

What lies within

Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic.

“And… done!!” said the hunk blonde man after placing the heavy box on the table.

“Thank you very much, Alan!” said Adam, a man with dark brown hair, handing him a towel so he could dry himself.

Adam had received a box that his parents had sent him to complement his move, which had happened months ago. However, he could not carry it, because it was too heavy. Alan happened to be passing by and offered to help him with it, carrying it to the living room table.

“No problem, I'm happy to help you,” Alan replied with a smile as he dried himself off. “You can count on me for whatever you need…”

“We know, we know…” said a third man with dyed purple hair tied in a short ponytail with some sarcasm, bringing two glasses of lemonade, and he handed one to each of them. “But again, thank you.”

“Thank you all…” said Alan with a friendly smile and drank the lemonade in one gulp. “Well, do you need anything else?” “I just have other things to attend to.”

“Don’t worry, I think Seth and I can handle it,” Adam replied and glanced at Seth, who clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Although maybe we could get together sometime for a few drinks,” Seth suggested.

Alan blushed.

“Sorry, guys… I don’t drink alcohol on principle,” he explained with a blush that reflected his embarrassment. Then, he felt his phone vibrate, so he took it out, looked at what was on the screen, and put it back. “Well, Adam, Seth, it was a pleasure to help you but I have to go… with your permission,” the blond said and left the house.

“I still find it strange that someone like him turns out to be so… nice,” Seth commented, following with his eyes the path the blond had taken. “I still find it suspicious.”

“I can’t believe you still do that… there are still good people in the world,” Adam replied, rolling his eyes and opening his eyes. “Alan is a good guy, so stop gossiping and help me with this stuff.”

“Okay, okay…” Seth said and walked over to the table.

Adam and Seth had been friends since childhood and had gone through their entire high school years together, trusting each other completely, so it was no surprise that during their college years, Adam and Seth agreed to live together (with the support of their parents, of course).

When they moved into their current home, they met Alan, a blond, attractive man their age, who was studying and training to be a paramedic rescuer and was always willing to help people around him, from mowing the lawns in the yards of the elderly to helping mothers carry shopping bags. He had even helped Adam and Seth several times with the plumbing, moving heavy objects, and even cooking for them.

Alan was a very good man and everyone liked him, but that raised Seth's suspicions. However, the situation was nothing more than a mere feeling of distrust.

“More decorative trinkets…” said Seth, taking out a few porcelain figures that seemed destined for a rich and tasteless family. Seth put them aside, although he wouldn't regret it at all if they fell and broke “by accident.”

“So far I've taken out some frames and some pictures… Do you think we're going to show pictures of us around the house?” Adam said with a bit of sarcasm.

So, the pair of men took out what was inside the box until Adam picked up the last object, which was wrapped in brown paper. They both looked at it with curiosity, and Adam unwrapped it almost at once.

It was a weathered green wooden mask with a vertical metal bar in the middle, three holes forming an expressionless face, and details on its surface that seemed to emulate Nordic culture.

“The only cool thing,” Seth said sarcastically, moving closer to Adam to get a better look. “I feel sorry for your parents and mine, but all this stuff is going to go to a yard sale.”

“Well, same here,” Adam admitted without letting go of the mask. “Do you know how to prepare one?”

“No…” Seth answered quickly. “Alan?”

“Alan…” the brown-haired man put his phone down and took out his phone to dial the blond. “Alan? Yeah… good afternoon, sorry to bother you so soon… Could you help us prepare a yard sale?”

“You’re an angel fallen from heaven,” Adam said, lying down on the couch in the house with a jar ¾ full of bills and coins. “I don’t know what we would have done without you.”

“It was nothing,” Alan said sadly as he sat down in a nearby chair. “It’s not like I did much.”

“Are you crazy?! You did practically everything!” Seth commented, then sighed. “You gave us promotion, helped us prepare the patio, and helped us with sales… You’re too modest.”

Alan’s blush grew more prominent on his face, and he ran his hand down the back of his neck.

“But still… not everything was sold,” Alan replied, and the three men’s gazes went to the table, where the mask lay. “Maybe if I had known where it came from, we could have convinced someone…”

“From what I researched, it’s a mask that grants powers, transforming the user into a being that brings out their deepest desires…” Seth explained boredly.

Alan opened his eyes and looked at the wooden object with fear and pressed himself against the seat to get away from it. “It sounds dangerous and irresponsible…” he exclaimed in a small voice.

Seth let out a slight chuckle and took the mask in his hands. “If it were true, we wouldn’t have it so accessible here, right? The things people make up… it’s no surprise that no one bought it, I doubt you would have convinced anyone with your charms.”

“Still…” Adam took the floor and looked reproachfully at the purple-haired man, “…what you did was more than enough,” Adam assured with a smile. “By the way, we never agreed on a payment so…” he moved his hand in the jar and took out a few bills. “How about this for payment? I think it’s fair…”

“Oh, no, no, no… I couldn’t,” Alan said and refused the money. “I did it as a favor, I don’t expect any compensation from the sale.”

“Come on, don’t be so nice,” Seth intervened. “At least some cash, come on…”

“No, it’s okay…” Alan insisted, his blush becoming more noticeable. “I expect you guys to give the money a good deal.”

“Well, it’s okay…” Adam was interrupted when Seth put his hand in front of him.

“Why do you have to act like a fucking goody-two-shoes?!” Seth shouted, surprising the other two men. “You’re getting on my nerves! Can’t you act like a normal person!? You shouldn’t always care about other people’s emotions!”

And, on impulse, he threw the mask at Alan as an attack. Adam tried in vain to stop him: the mask hit Alan in the face, sticking.

“Are you out of your mind?! What was the need to do that?!” Adam scolded, leaving the jar on the table and standing up to face Seth.

“I got carried away! Sorry!” Seth replied although he didn't seem very sincere.

“I think you're just jealous that people like him…” the brown-haired man commented sourly.

“Like I care about being like him,” Seth replied, looking away.

But being caught up in an argument made them ignore what was happening with Alan. He was trying to take off his mask, but it seemed stuck to his face, sucking on it with great intensity. His moans were muffled by the creaking of the wood.

Then, with almost superhuman strength, the blond managed to separate his mask a little, although it resisted separation using thick tendrils that joined the contour of his face.

Before he could scream for help, however, the mask extended another tentacle and struck his hands, causing Alan to lose his grip and the mask to return forcefully to his face. It then began to spread like a gummy substance over his skin. His moans grew louder as the mask covered his ears, caressed his hair, twisted and creaked, deformed its orifices to fit his eyes and lips, and spread a greenish gas that clouded his judgment.

Then Alan let out a moan, not one of pain, but of pleasure, which caught the attention of the other two, but it was too late: the mask had already covered the blond's entire head.

Alan let out another moan of pleasure. His pectorals vibrated and a hardened bulge could be seen in his crotch. The blond was embarrassed to show himself like that, but that feeling was overshadowed by a desire to show everything he was.

Then, the mask began to expel a greenish and opaque gas that covered Alan's entire body. Adam and Seth watched attentively and with their mouths open at what was happening to the blond. The green smoke swirled around his silhouette until, in a matter of seconds, it dissipated, as he was being completely inhaled.

A new figure was sitting where Alan had been before. He was dressed entirely in black, but his head was completely green: the blond's sweet features were hidden under a rubbery and magical second layer of skin.

Adam and Seth stared at him in amazement. The green-headed man just stared back at them, though his hands moved back and forth, as if they had a mind of their own, exploring his crotch, his torso, his muscles… letting themselves be carried away by the new power he had… elated by the new being he had become.

“Uh… Alan?” Adam asked in a whisper. “Are you okay?”

The green-headed being just blinked before speaking.

“Okay?” He said, his voice sounding hoarser and thicker than Alan’s friendly voice. Then, he gave a laugh that made the other two men jump and fall to his feet, causing a tremor as he fell. “I’m better than anyone could be!! I’M A DAMN BEAST!!” he shouted.

Adam and Seth didn’t know what to think or how to react. It was such a shocking situation for them that their brains couldn't seem to formulate an idea.

The green-headed Alan continued speaking:

“What are you fucking idiots waiting for?!” He shouted, and the men looked at each other before looking back at him. Alan pulled out a black rubber whip that looked like leather and slammed it on the table, cracking it so that nothing stood between them. “MY PRECIOUS COCK IS WAITING FOR YOU C*NTS!!”

He slammed his whip on the floor, causing a tremor, and Adam and Seth fell forward on their knees, and when they looked up, a huge hardened cock was between them.

“So what?! This thing isn't going to worship itself!” he added shaking his cock so it slapped against Adam and Seth’s cheeks.

At first, Adam and Seth didn't know what to do, until Adam took the first step and licked Alan's meat, which made green-headed Alan moan. This seemed to bring Seth back to reality.

“What the hell dude?!” Seth shouted and turned away from them. “There's no way I'm gonna do that!!”

“And why would I care about how you feel, purple fella?!” He retorted with a grin and grabbed Seth's head. “You were the one who hated me being nice, SO TAKE YOUR BADBOY’S NUTS!!” He took his dick out of Adam's mouth and shove it into Seth's, grabbing him with his hands so he doesn't escape. Then, he started fucking his mouth, while Adam, horny, began to lick Alan's balls. Alan was in glory.

When he felt satisfied enough, he took his dick out of Seth's mouth and, while Seth still had his mouth open, Alan spit in there.

“Now you're into it, aren't you?!” Alan asked sarcastically, grabbed them both by the neck, and made a 3-way kiss with his masked lips. To his satisfaction, both Adam and Seth reciprocated, although the latter seemed to be in a trance.

Then, Alan lifted them by their shirts with great ease. Out of nowhere, as if off-screen, he summoned a mattress and threw them on it. When they fell, they were naked, as their clothes magically disappeared. Alan, for his part, still had his hat, his riding crop, and his fingerless gloves, which gave him a dangerous air that excited the pair of men.

“Now it's my turn to have fun with you…” Alan told them and hit the mattress with his riding crop.

From the headboard of the bed came a few chains that surrounded the limbs of the two men, tying them up. Alan approached them, grabbed their cocks, and sucked them at the same time. The men's moans turned him on greatly and urged him to go faster. Adam and Seth were confined to the chains, so their voices were the only means by which they could convey the pleasure they felt.

Minutes later, just before the men could cum, he pulled their cocks out of his mouth and locked them so they couldn't expel anything.

“You won't cum until I’m satisfied…” Alan declared with a grin.

Then, the masked man hit his own cock with the riding crop and it doubled in size. Alan teased both of their holes before thrusting his shafts into them and fucking them relentlessly. Not even their occasional shouts of letting them cum calmed the green-headed man, who kept fucking them like a best for several minutes.

“Almost…” he grunted, his balls were pulsating and the men were moaning out loud. Then, suddenly, Alan cummed through both of his dicks with such a forceful stream that he flew backwards.

He fell onto the same couch he had been on before, but as he did so the mask flew off, so that he was the trusty blond he always was. The mask continued its trajectory and bounced until it landed near Adam and Seth's feet. They were still naked, breathing hard on the floor, as the mattress had disappeared, stained with cum that came out of their holes.

The three men regained consciousness almost at the same time.

“Wow…” Adam said getting on his knees not caring about the sticky and smelly cum all over him. “Just… wow!”

“That was wild…” Seth said and rubbed his legs as if that would relieve the soreness he felt all over his lower area.

Alan, for his part, shook his head and stood up horrified.

“Oh, guys, I'm so sorry!!” Alan shouted, joining his hands in a sign of supplication. He was red in shame and tears were coming out of his eyes. “I-I didn't want to…!! “I-I don’t know what happened to me!! It was because of that horrible mask!! You must get rid of it!! Please forgive me!!” he managed to say, as the tears he was crying made it difficult to speak.

Adam noticed that the mask was near them, so he picked it up and then looked at Seth, who looked back at him. Then, they both looked at Alan and then at the mask.

“Adam… Seth…” Alan moaned, tried in vain to dry his tears, and blew his nose. Then he realized where the two boys’ gaze was pointing and slowly moved away from them. “Wait… this is so wrong… no… No!!”

But it was too late. Seth launched himself at his legs to immobilize him and Adam quickly placed the mask on him, which invaded the blond’s head with desire. Seconds later, Masked Alan was back.

“Looks like you haven’t gotten enough of me yet, have you, love-c*nts?” The green-headed one asked, watching them with a smile. “Well, you better get ready…” he snapped his fingers, “Round number two will last all night…”

[yisony07]

Overpowered by Pleasure - Part II

Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic. You can read the first part here.

Dewey did his best not to break down at that moment. As soon as he left the house, he headed to the car. He got in, buckled up, and immediately started the car.

He had no direction, he just wanted to get away from home as quickly as possible to stay in control, although he couldn't clear his mind of what had just happened. He couldn't help but feel dirty, like a pig, remembering how he had moaned, how he had given himself over to the continuous pleasure that the slime caused him, and how he had given his anal virginity to his roommate, his crush…

“Shit…” He whispered, clenching his teeth. The car moved forward without any apparent path.

Dewey developed a crush on Oliver shortly after they started living together, and his heart jumped with joy with every compliment he gave him. However, it also made him uncomfortable because all those compliments were exclusively about his physical beauty, none related to his personality. Dewey had given up hope of establishing anything more than a friendship with Oliver because he didn't like the idea of ​​becoming friends with benefits.

But despite that, he gave in to him when he was blinded by pleasure.

"Stupid..." Dewey whispered as he rounded a curve, although he wasn't sure if he was referring to Oliver or himself.

Within a few minutes, he stopped the car and parked on the side of the road. Dewey didn't know or care where he had gotten to. He turned off the car and immediately began to cry, resting his head on the steering wheel.

He didn't know what to do or what he wanted. Should he take it out on Oliver? Should he leave him as if nothing had happened? Should he take advantage, confess, see if Oliver's frozen heart gave itself to him just as Dewey gave himself to him, and enjoy his body again?

Because that was the worst: he had enjoyed it quite a lot.

Both his train of thought and his crying stopped when he heard a thud near him.

Looking up, he first ran his hand over his face to wipe away his tears and then looked at what it was.

He recognized it instantly: it had been the mask Oliver had taken off when he had let go of his green head to return to normal. Dewey took it and felt its rough texture.

“Maybe…” thought Dewey, who was beginning to regain his composure, “maybe it was just the effect of the mask…” he said to himself as he turned it over. At that moment he noticed a glow run through its surface.

Unknowingly, Dewey's eyes blinked in the same way. Then, without thinking, he brought the mask closer to his face.

Immediately the mask came to life and began to spread over Dewey's head employing tendrils that, desperately, dragged themselves along his skin. The jock made a move to take it off, but resisted and let the mask work its magic on him: it felt too good.

In no time, the mask covered his entire head. Dewey began to moan, as pleasure blossomed all over his skin. Then he felt a heat so intense that he ripped his shirt, leaving his torso bare. It was as if that erotic sensation had increased, so he rubbed both his hardened bulge and his pecs, moaning even louder. Dewey took one last look at the rearview mirror before leaning back, seat and all.

Then, the seat went back into place. Everything seemed to be normal: Dewey's body was still as sexy as fuck. However, there was something different: his head was green.

“Holy Hell! I’m so hot I need to be turned off!” Masked Dewey said. At that moment, his phone vibrated and when he pulled it out, he noticed that Oliver had left him a message. “It seems I found my firefighter… and he’s going to need a lot of water to put out his fire…” he added and listened to the voice message.

“Hey, Dewey, I really apologize. I got carried away by the power of the mask and I didn’t think my actions would hurt you. Please, I’ll do whatever you ask me to make it up to you…”

“What an offer! I’ve got a clear path… in every way.”

Masked Dewey started the car and sped off to his home.

There, Oliver was pacing around the living room. He was looking down, staring at his phone, which he held in a trembling hand. His heart ached at the way Dewey had left in a huff, and he didn't want to lose him in any way.

"I hope he can forgive me," he said to himself.

Then, he heard a car pull up in front of the house, and before he could get close to the door, it swung open, and masked Dewey was standing there under the threshold.

"Holy shit...!" Oliver thought, recognizing the effect of the mask.

In the blink of an eye, Dewey moved quickly, taking Oliver with him and, like a whirlwind, carrying him to the now green-head's bed. Oliver was lying down, with Dewey kneeling beside him. Dewey pulled out his big cock and hit Oliver's face with it.

"Is it okay to take advantage of people?" Masked Dewey asked him with a lascivious smile as he continued to hit him, or rather, tease him, as Oliver did in addition to wanting to suck him off as soon as possible. “Did it turn you on to see me moan? Did I look sexy to you? Because you are right now…” he said, this time running his cock over Oliver’s lips.

“Yes to everything, Daddy… please give it to me,” Oliver begged.

But Dewey only moved his cock away and brought his face closer instead.

“The baby hasn’t earned his lollipop…” he said. They could both feel each other’s breath. “Because I loved you and you only see me not much different than a seductive porn actor… because you only want me and don’t love me like I love you… It’s not worth it, is it, Oliver?”

Oliver didn't answer. His eyes watered slightly and he made a sad face before turning his head away.

“I'm sorry…” Oliver whispered and a tear came out of his eye. “I did have feelings for you, but the desire I had for you outweighed it; I would still like to have a relationship with you…”

Masked Dewey was touched, he wiped away the tears and took his face so that he would look at him.

“Well, let's start now, my love,” he showed his bright smile and kissed him passionately, placing his rubbery and fleshy green lips on Oliver's, who responded without a word.

They continued kissing as if they needed it to live. Dewey moved to be on top of him so that they were both fused in each other's heat, each other's love, each other's desire… After several minutes of intense kisses, Dewey separated and turned around, so that his green face was close to Oliver's bulge and vice versa.

“The baby has earned his lollipop, bon appétit!” Dewey said, and the couple engaged in a 69, sucking each other off with gusto. “Your meat is tasty, babe,” he said, and Oliver responded with a moan.

They both continued at it and then moved on to penetration, where Masked Dewey took advantage of his drill-like skills to ram Oliver at high speed without stopping. They both moaned loudly, and the bed creaked.

“Almost there…” Masked Dewey said, and within a few minutes, they both came in a huge stream of cum that stained the entire bed.

The two men dropped onto the bed. Dewey had returned to normal, and the mask had fallen over his torso.

“I can’t believe what happened,” Dewey said between gasps.

“The important thing is that it helped us be together,” Oliver said, hugging him and giving him several kisses. “Do you mind if we stay here now? We can clean up afterwards, honey…”

“Okay.”

And they both fell silent and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

At that moment the mask jumped, grabbing both of their heads and instantly transforming them into a single tornado that spun wildly throughout the room, staining it with cum.

The End.

[yisony07]

Overpowered by Pleasure - Part I

Thanks to @bigheadtf and @greenface94 for the pics.

Oliver considered himself a normal young man in many ways. His college grades were average, he liked video games and parties, and even though he didn't have a partner, he allowed himself to meet new people occasionally.

However, something about himself made him different... something he usually repressed, even though it sometimes snuck into his everyday interactions...

His roommate Dewey.

“Oliver, a box arrived for you,” Oliver heard. He was sitting on the couch getting ready for a video game marathon. He turned his head and saw his semi-redheaded, semi-blond roommate coming from the doorway with a box in his hands, which he threw to the side of the couch, next to Oliver. “There you go.”

“Thank you very much…” Oliver said, not paying attention to the box, but instead staring at Dewey. “You're pretty sexy, you know?”

Dewey made a face that he quickly removed.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing slightly, and immediately went to his room.

Yes, Oliver had a slight obsession with his roommate Dewey. Months ago, Oliver was desperate for someone to share household expenses with, so it was a joy when Dewey (whom he met through a mutual friend) accepted the offer. From the moment he saw him, he was smitten with him.

It should be noted that it was not mainly a romantic attraction. Of course, if the opportunity presented itself, Oliver would not waste it. However, his feelings for Dewey were above all sexual. And how could they not be? Dewey had the appearance of a rich jock with an attitude as shameless as a party animal and at the same time as kind as a family man (although they were the same age). That made Oliver always fantasize about seeing his more lascivious side. He wanted to hear Dewey's moans, feel his skin flutter in arousal, see his expression of pleasure…

But Dewey was always coy around him. It was probably because of the comments Oliver threw at him. However, Dewey never told him that it made him uncomfortable. He just blushed and walked away.

“Fuck…” Oliver whispered and sighed, realizing that he was hardened. For the sake of distraction, he turned on the console and started playing. It was one of those open-world RPG games where the character fought to gain experience and level up, and Oliver got excited when he defeated his enemies. “Come on, come on…” he said, pressing the buttons on his controller as fast as he could, but it wasn't enough: his character had been defeated. “Oh, come on!” He shouted in exasperation, standing up.

His sudden movement caused the box beside him to fall and open, revealing its contents: a worn green wooden mask.

“Why would someone send me something like this?” he asked himself, bending down to pick it up and examine it. “It’s strangely ugly…” he said to himself and put it on.

But then…

“Shit!” Oliver screamed, pulling the mask away from his face as quickly as he could. That couldn’t be, masks don’t try to eat the head of their user.

But still, what he felt was very real. It was like a bunch of pricks all over his skin, like a desperate caress…

As if he was pulling it with his face instead of with his dick…

“No…” Oliver whispered, but it was useless because his tent was impossible to hide.

Then, he looked at the mask again and noticed a shine that ran through its surface for a few seconds.

Only one thought crossed Oliver's mind: He wanted to, no... He had to put it on.

And with that, he brought the mask back to his face.

The reaction was immediate. The mask came to life and began to expand and spread thick tendrils around Oliver's head. Even though it was somewhat painful, an underlying sensation gave him the urge to endure it: it was arousing. It was that sensation that made him give up on ripping it off (although he had to admit, the way the mask took on a rubbery consistency between his fingers was soothing), so that the mask managed, in a matter of seconds, to cover his entire head.

Oliver began to moan and tear at the texture of the mask. He felt hot and a little sweaty. Then, he felt a tug to his left, then to the right, and began to spin in a fantastical, almost cartoonish whirlwind, which moved throughout the living room.

The tornado spun for a few seconds until it suddenly stopped, although the silhouette fell to the ground due to the force.

“Geez…” he said, rubbing his butt a little, and he noticed many things: his voice had sounded different, deeper and more assertive; his body felt strong and sensitive as if his perception had been enhanced; and his face, oh his face… he didn’t know why, but it was different. Then, he wanted to see himself in a mirror, and surprisingly, his hand moved on its own and magically pulled out a huge mirror, and he was satisfied with what he saw.

“It seems like I was the one who got an upgrade!!” He commented smiling. Then, he noticed that he was extremely hard. “And I think it’s time to test out my upgrades.” He added before starting to jerk off. For the green-headed being, it was one of the most exquisite and delicious sensations, as if his penis had become more sensitive, and he didn’t hesitate to show how good it felt, as he moaned and grunted non-stop. “Oh yeah.. hell yeah… Fuck!!” he screamed, and then he cummed, but instead of the usual whitish liquid, a puddle of greenish goo came out, which vibrated before turning into an animated creature. Masked Oliver watched him for a few moments before smiling. “You know what to do, buddy,” he said, and the goo slipped down the walls.

Dewey had just opened the door to his bathroom. He had the towel wrapped around his waist, and a few drops were still running down his shoulders and his pecs. He didn't feel like getting dressed right now, so he took off the towel and, naked, lay down on the bed to let his mind go blank scrolling on his cell phone.

Then, Dewey heard something fall near him. When he got up, he noticed a very strong and saturated green liquid. With some curiosity and caution, he touched the liquid, feeling its sticky, gummy texture. Dewey was about to get up to clean it up when the goo made a clammy noise and extended some tentacles with which it clung to the red-blond boy's limbs.

“What the fuck?!” Dewey screamed and immediately found himself chained to the bed. “What's… going on?!”

His question was answered when the goo made a rubbery noise again and began to spread over Dewey's body, running over his pecs and torso.

“Hmm…” Dewey moaned, beginning to enjoy the feeling of the caresses, although his expression showed that he was still wary. However, the groping and caressing of the goo and the way its rubbery texture clung to him were too delicious to resist, so he moaned again. “Fuck… Hmm…”

The goo continued to spread around him. Dewey felt tickling on his feet, drumming on his legs. Dewey let himself go with how it felt. It was like a warm massage. Then, the goo spread more, covering the man's erect cock, the cheeks of his ass and playfully caressing that hole.

“Wait…” Dewey said, sensing the slime's intentions. "No... wait... stop!" he screamed and tried to get away, but the goo had already made its decision. "Stop... No... Aah...!!!" he moaned loudly: the slime had already begun the invasion.

As he felt that warm mass invade his interior, the pleasure spread in the same way. Outside, the slime moved around his cock as if it were milking him like a cow full of milk. The sensation that filled the blond-redhead was too good to resist, and he ended up succumbing, moaning like a bitch in heat.

At that, the door to his room opened, and the green-headed Oliver entered the room and his gaze fell directly on the slimed jock. Upon seeing him, his pants and underwear were torn apart, revealing a huge cock that wanted to be introduced into Dewey's hole. It seemed that the jock thought the same because he stuck out his tongue and made the gesture of licking. Masked Oliver didn't think twice and threw himself onto the bed, and like metal attracted by a magnet, Oliver's cock plugged into Dewey's ass. Both of them moaned and Oliver began to thrust fast immediately. The goo slowly spread through Oliver's body as well, while Oliver and Dewey maintained a staring war. Oliver placed his hand on Dewey's mouth, making him lick his fingers and, after admiring his face for a few seconds, he finally kissed him.

It was a passionate kiss, in which both of them overflowed with their heat. They maintained a tongue fight and avoided separating their lips, which fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

In a few seconds, they both separated due to lack of air.

"It was better than I imagined..." said Oliver with a very seductive voice. He continued to thrust against Dewey without slowing down his service at all. “You’re better than I imagined…” he whispered before going back to kissing him.

The couple continued their act, and in a few minutes, maybe hours, they both finally shot a big load of cum. The goo absorbed and assimilated every drop, and as soon as it was over, it disappeared, leaving the couple on the bed, panting.

“Wow wow… That was… intense…” Masked Oliver said, bringing his hands to the back of his head, and began to pull there. Little by little, the green on his face separated from his head as his body became surrounded by whirlwinds, which disappeared once Oliver removed the mask, returning to normal. Then, he looked at Dewey, who was still panting.

The jock stared back at him, eyes half open. But then, he blinked several times and his eyes widened as if waking from a trance. His face flushed and he pushed Oliver away before covering himself with the sheets.

“What the fuck was that?!” Dewey screamed hysterically before getting up and putting on some clothes. “You’re a sicko!!” he added before leaving the room and leaving.

Oliver watched him, not knowing why Dewey had reacted like that.

“Did he go crazy?” he wondered, although guilt pricked his heart. “I thought he wanted it and enjoyed it.” he thought and looked around for the mask.

But it was no longer in sight…

To be continued…

[yisony07]

Study Techniques

Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic.

It was amazing how fast Harry was able to type. In fact, he wasn't even aware of it. He was too focused on finishing his report to notice such minor details as his writing speed, the half-empty cup of coffee next to him that had a fly in it, or the stack of books that threatened to fall off his desk.

The only thing on his mind was finishing that project. Sure, the assignment was due in a week, but Harry was the kind of student, a rare one for sure, who got his assignments done as quickly as possible. Once he finished that assignment, he wouldn't have anything else to worry about…

“Come on, you son of a bitch! It's not that hard!” a voice shouted.

Except, perhaps, for his husband, Kevin.

Harry ignored him and continued writing his report. It was an assignment on Maxwell's equations, which combined electricity with magnetism. As a Physics student, Harry wanted to learn as much as he could about the course, and with it being such an interesting subject, he didn't waste the opportunity to read and write down everything he could that he considered relevant.

“Not like that, you idiot…! Gosh…” Kevin shouted.

Harry let out a groan, but he didn't get distracted. He was almost done. He just had to write down a few theoretical considerations regarding the last review question. After a few seconds, he typed the last words of his report.

“This is how it’s done, you moron!” Kevin shouted.

Fed up, Harry pressed Enter to submit the paper. He got up from his chair and walked into the living room, where his partner Kevin was playing video games.

“That’s it… Come on… Holy crap! Take that, you bastards!”

“Don’t you have to study for your test tomorrow?” Harry asked from the doorway but immediately realized that Kevin wasn’t listening, so he walked over to the television, blocking the redhead’s gaze.

“Babe! Please!! I was on a winning streak!” Kevin said, pausing the video game and looking at his partner with some but slight annoyance.

“You, young man, have an exam tomorrow and you must study… don’t you?” Kevin asked, crossing his arms, without moving away from the television.

“I can study later…”

“You’ve been saying that for three days now, and I don’t want you to do badly later and complain that you didn’t have time when clearly you’re not making the most of the time you have…”

“It’s just that it’s a Physics exam, and I’m not exactly good at it…”

“Although you have a husband who has some knowledge in those subjects and would be happy to help you…” Harry replied, arching an eyebrow. “Come on, it’s only eight in the morning, we have all day to get you ready.”

Kevin looked at his husband for a moment.

“Okay, let me finish this level, okay?” he asked, resigned. “But tomorrow after the exam we’re going to play all night…”

“Okay,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes, but with a small smile. He moved away from the television, sat next to Kevin, and kissed his cheek.

Later, the couple was sitting at the desk. Harry was sitting slightly in Kevin's direction, while Kevin was doing an exercise his husband had suggested.

“Done… Check if it's okay,” Kevin said as he handed the notebook over to him.

Harry glanced at it and shook his head.

“You're getting better, but it still came out wrong… the analysis of the forces is a bit wrong, because in this case there is no friction force to counteract the electromagnetic interaction, and in the calculations, you put the signs wrong, so the result is incorrect,” he explained slowly, as if that lessened the effect of his words while pointing out the errors with a pencil.

Kevin let out a heavy sigh and stood up frustrated.

“This is the umpteenth time and I still can't do it!” Kevin said and pushed away from the table, turning his back to Harry. “What's the point of continuing? “I’m not going to make it…”

“Don’t give up so easily,” Harry said sweetly as he stood up, hugged Kevin from behind, and planted a kiss on his neck. “How about we take a break first? We can eat instead.”

“It won’t do any good,” Kevin replied, though he let himself be carried away by his husband’s pampering. “I’m not as good at Physics as you… I guess I’ll have to repeat the subject.”

“We can try one more time…”

“No, Harry…” Kevin said and pulled away from Harry. “I’m not going to make it… You know what? I’m going to lie down for a while…”

“Aren’t you going to cook?”

“I’m not in the mood for it… order something, maybe some pizzas, it might cheer me up a bit,” he said and walked away.

Harry stared at him for a while before sighing, defeated, and called for food. He then went into the bedroom, where he found Kevin lying down checking his phone. Harry laid down next to him and tried to pet him.

“Regardless of how you do on the test, I’ll be here for you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah… thanks,” Kevin told him, and at that moment he turned around to kiss Harry on the mouth.

At that moment, they both heard the doorbell.

“Wow! That was quick…” Harry said. Kevin was about to get up but Harry stopped him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He kissed him on the cheek and stood up to the door.

When he opened it, he found it strange that there was no one there. Looking down, Harry saw two boxes, one larger than the other. The small box was wrapped in a bag, and on top of it were some soda cans. Harry thought it was a somewhat irresponsible way to make a delivery, but ignored it. Then, he noticed the other box, from an unknown sender but addressed to them, so he picked them both up, closing the door as soon as he entered.

Harry left the pizza on the table and carried the other box to the bedroom, where he saw Kevin sleeping peacefully. Harry couldn't help but be touched.

“Even sleeping, he looks so sexy…” Harry thought, leaving the box on the floor, and went to Kevin to kiss him. “Kevin… wake up, the pizza has arrived.”

Kevin woke up, but instead of getting up, he grabbed Harry and threw him down on the bed, on top of him, and kissed him back. The couple found themselves engaged in kisses on the bed.

“Looks like sleep has cheered you up a bit,” Harry said, pulling away a little.

“I’ve accepted my fate now, so it doesn’t worry me anymore…” Kevin replied, still holding him close. “But I’m hungry for something else if you know what I mean…”

Harry blushed a little and smiled, but even though he wanted to, he didn’t succumb to the temptation, instead shaking himself free from his husband’s embrace and getting out of bed.

“That’ll be for later, Kev… you know I don’t like cold pizza,” Harry said, gesturing for him to get up.

“But tonight it’s your turn to finally destroy my ass,” Kevin said with a smile as he got up, and the couple left the room to enjoy their pizza.

Neither of them noticed a faint green glow coming out of the box…

After eating and clearing everything away, the couple deemed it appropriate to bathe. They would take turns. It wasn't until they entered their room that Kevin noticed the box.

“What's that?” Kevin asked as he pulled off his shirt.

“Oh, didn't I tell you? It came with the pizza,” Harry said, unbuckling his belt. “It didn't say who sent it, but it was addressed to us… I haven't even checked its content yet.”

“Well, let's see!” Kevin said.

Harry placed the box on the bed, opened it, and out came a mask that they hadn't seen before.

Kevin gave him a disdainful look, unlike Harry, who looked at him with interest.

“Whoever gave it to us, thanks,” Harry whispered. “Let me shower first, so I can examine it without interruptions, okay?”

“Go ahead, babe…” Kevin said.

Harry entered the bathroom, and perhaps it was because of the interest that the mask generated, but he finished his shower quickly. With the presence of certain drops around his neck, hair, and legs, as well as the scent of clean skin, Kevin confirmed that Harry had indeed showered.

Kevin was about to comment, but he just shook his head and entered the bathroom. Harry, for his part, put on his pajamas and threw himself onto the bed, taking the mask in his hands.

“An object that seems to be taken from archaeological discoveries… I wonder what meaning it must have had for the culture it came from…” Harry whispered, staring at the mask while fiddling with it with his fingers.

But then, he thought again about Kevin and his exam, almost like an intrusive thought. No matter how much support he gave him, Harry did want his husband to understand the subject and do well on the test. How to make that happen without seeming annoyingly insistent?

Without realizing it, Harry was bringing the mask closer to his face, and he didn't come back to reality when the mask touched his skin.

*Smack*

It was so sudden that Harry did nothing but suddenly pull the mask away.

“What the f…?” He whispered in surprise. The mask seemed to come to life and tried to suck his face for a few seconds. It was like an electric shock. His hair stood on end. He was breathing a little agitated and his mouth was slightly open in a grimace that still expressed the pain of his skin.

He looked back at the mask and immediately noticed a shine running through its surface.

Suddenly, Harry remembered what had happened. However, the experience he had just lived was different: he did not scream, but moaned; instead of an electric shock, it had been like an excitement; the rhythm of his breathing reflected his desire for more, and his mouth showed how much he had enjoyed it. Seeing that glow had calmed his fears, his sorrows, his reasoning…

He just wanted more of it…

Without thinking twice, he returned the mask to his face.

“Aarrgh!!!” Harry screamed, and for a brief moment regret came, leading him to bring his hands towards the mask to pull it off; however, it did not give way, instead using its thick, sticky tendrils to cling to the man's head in any way.

Harry's screams and moans were not long in coming. In a matter of seconds, the mask covered his entire head and took over it. Under its influence, Harry shook his body, jumping non-stop on the bed, so that the squeal of the mattress springs resonated throughout the room, only surpassed by the moans of the black-haired man. Then, the sheet rose over the bed and completely covered Harry's body. A green glow emerged from within the sheet, and slowly Harry's moan became deeper and softer until the room fell silent.

“Harry, babe! Are you okay?!” Kevin shouted, opening the bathroom door. His wet hair was falling over his shoulders, with a towel wrapped around his waist, shamelessly showing off his torso.

“Of course I do, Kev!” replied ‘Harry’ still covered by the sheet. “You could say I feel better than ever!” He added and uncovered himself.

Kevin was left speechless when he saw what Harry had transformed into, especially with his face, so much so that he dropped the towel.

Green-headed Harry's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and his eyes sparkled even more as soon as he noticed the redhead's shaft.

"Are you in the mood to play yet?" Harry asked with a smile that he intended to charm Kevin with, which he succeeded in doing. "Well, I have a game for you that you can't refuse, and it will help you with your exam."

Kevin came back to reality after the last words, shaking his head.

"Why did you have to mention that now?" Kevin protested embarrassed, looking away.

Green-faced Harry couldn't help but look at him with a mixture of tenderness and pity. He got up without leaving the bed, got on all fours, and with a click, Kevin found himself at the edge of the bed, so that Harry's lips were dangerously close to Kevin's wood.

"Because I won't let my husband fail a subject that I'm very good at!" he answered with conviction. “So… First question: How is the force vector that a charge experiences to the velocity vector of said charge and the magnetic field surrounding it?”

“What?” Kevin asked, and Harry held Kevin’s cock with some force.

“Answer the question…” Harry ordered, looking at him with his red eyes.

Kevin swallowed hard.

“Uh…” he thought for a few seconds. “Perpendicular,” he replied.

“Right!” Harry said, and then he sucked Kevin’s cock for a few long seconds. Kevin moaned and let himself be overcome by the momentary pleasure, but when he was about to bring his hands to Harry’s head to direct his movements, Harry stopped. “Next question… If the direction of the magnetic force points to a positive axis, but you know that the velocity has a negative value, what should the charge be like: positive or negative?”

“Uh… Positive?” Kevin said.

“Wrong!” Harry shouted, pulled out a small stick from nowhere, and hit Kevin's ass with it.

“Positive! Positive!” the redhead corrected after a groan of pain.

Harry winked at him.

“I see you're learning…” he said before going back to sucking his cock for a few seconds. “Now next question: How are the Earth's geographic poles respect to the magnetic ones?”

“Uh… Opposites…” Kevin answered in a small voice, which was followed by a moan thanks to the skills that the masked Harry demonstrated with his cock.

In this way, green-headed Harry helped his red-headed husband study entertainingly, kissing him from time to time when he asked him a particularly difficult question or explained it to him. Kevin enjoyed it a lot, and his cock even more.

Moments later, Kevin was taken by surprise when Harry extended his arms as if they were made of rubber surrounded him, and then put him on the bed. Harry exposed his hard cock and teased Kevin's ass with it.

“That's the end of the theoretical section, now we have to see how good you are with the practical exercises, shall we?” teased Masked Harry making an obvious superhuman effort not to thrust his pulsating cock into his husband's hole. “Given a proton with a speed of 33 m/s in a perpendicular magnetic field of 0.7 T, what is the magnitude of the force experienced by the particle?” He asked, gently and repeatedly hitting Kevin's hole with his glans.

“Fuck… Do you think this is the time to ask these questions?” Kevin complained, as he was eager for the green-head to stick it in already. “Just stick it in, babe!”

“Nah-ah-ah…” Harry hummed, still pounding Kevin’s hole, rubbing the area with his hardened middle leg. “Rules are rules, and you haven’t earned your prize…”

“Well…” Kevin said, defeated. “At least give me one…” Out of nowhere, an arm similar to Harry’s appeared at his side and handed him a calculator, “calculator… thanks.” Then, he began to press the keys of the device, but it was difficult for him to concentrate with his husband’s constant teasing, his mesmerizing aroma, his captivating face, his attractive body, and his seductive lips… all in all, in seconds, he came up with a result. “Uh… 3.74E-18 N, I think…”

“More than adequate…” said Harry, and Kevin finally felt Harry’s cock inside him. It was an uncomfortable sensation at first, until, when Harry inserted his entire member, Kevin let out a moan of pleasure.

This moan drove Harry crazy.

“You know what? The hell with the study!” exclaimed the green-headed man and began to thrust rapidly, and the moans and grunts of both sounded and echoed throughout the room.

Kevin saw how his husband’s head altered in ways straight out of a cartoon: sometimes his eyes popped out of their sockets in excitement and sometimes he took the shape of a wolf; oddly enough, something about that combination of a crazy wolf head and an enviable human body was extremely erotic for the redhead, so he gladly returned the kiss that he gave him. Harry was like a beast fucking the redhead, and both of them immersed themselves in carnal pleasure…

“I cannot believe I did all that!” Normal Harry exclaimed, extremely embarrassed as he hid his face in his hands.

“Are you crazy?! Can’t you see that it worked?! I passed, babe!” Kevin told him as he sat down next to him. “Your out-of-the-box method helped me a lot… thanks a lot, Harry.” Kevin pulled one of Harry’s hands away and kissed his cheek.

“But still…” Harry said and moved the mask to his lap, turning it over.

“Come on,” Kevin said and took it. “You didn’t like it? Because I really loved it…”

“Don’t we have a video game marathon to play?” Harry asked, blushing, in order to change the subject.

Kevin took the hint, so he clicked his tongue and passed a controller to Harry before taking another one.

“Come on then…” Kevin turned on the console, but then he felt a vibration from his lap. “What…?”

“What’s wrong, Kev?” Harry asked, looking at him.

But before Kevin could answer, the mask jumped onto Kevin's face. The mask quickly spread its rubbery, crunchy tendrils around the redhead's head, covering it in a matter of seconds. Both Kevin and Harry tried in vain to peel the mask off Kevin's skin, but in a jerk, Harry was pulled away from his husband and he began to spin in a tornado that stopped in seconds.

Where there had been a somewhat strong man, there was a muscular man whose red hair shone and made him look like a fierce lion. His lust-filled gaze shone just like his hair, only contrasted by his white smile.

“Holy shit, babe!!” said Masked Kevin, flexing his muscles. “I think we'll play a different kind of game.”

[yisony07]

Having what it takes

Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic.

Javier couldn't help but look at himself in the small mirror for the umpteenth time, and a groan escaped his lips. It was like the fifth or sixth time he had combed his hair, but it became untidy almost in a second. He took the comb and combed it, but his hair resisted the idea of ​​looking decent and presentable.

Defeated, he put down the comb and lightly shook out his suit to remove any wrinkles that had escaped the iron. He had chosen that outfit because its length hid the tattoos that crossed his arms and abdomen. He had to be totally presentable because he was going to a job interview and was practically praying to heaven to be accepted.

Javier had been released from prison after a petty robbery, and now he had to take charge of his life. His family had gotten him a decent apartment, but it was up to him to pay for his own things, so he searched for a job that didn't require much experience and would allow him to live. After much searching and searching, a company decided to give him a chance (perhaps, he thought with a certain irony, because of the government's benefits to companies for hiring ex-convicts), and in just a few hours he would have the interview.

“All set,” he said to himself. He grabbed his suitcase and opened the apartment door, almost tripping over a box under the threshold as he stepped out. “What is this?” he wondered. He looked at his watch and, considering he had plenty of time on his hands, decided to give the box his mind.

At first glance, it didn’t seem to have a return address, but it was addressed to him. Javier took the package and reluctantly opened it. Inside, he found a small, carefully wrapped box. Upon opening it, his eyes widened in surprise as he found a mask inside. The mask, made of wood and with embossed details, seemed out of place. Javier pulled it out curiously, feeling a slight chill as he touched it.

Looking at the mask, Javier was very curious about it, so he left the box to one side inside the apartment, closed the door, and went carrying the mask to an old car that one of his uncles had given him (although it was more to get rid of it than out of a gesture of generosity). He opened it with great difficulty, almost afraid of breaking the key, and, upon entering, he left the mask on the passenger seat.

While he was driving, Javier had a tingling sensation running through his body, as if he had butterflies in his stomach, fluttering their thin wings through his guts.

“It’s nerves,” he said to himself, although the way he spoke seemed to be talking to the mask, onto which he couldn’t help but project himself. “You’re going to be fine… maybe they’ll notice one or two strange things about you, and maybe they’ll notice that you force your voice a lot, but you’ll be fine, they’ll give you the job, you’ll dazzle them…” he said with a certain optimism, but then he adopted an expression of defeat. “Who are you kidding, Javi? They'll probably say no…”

He was so focused on his musings that he never noticed that the mask had glowed.

Javier arrived at the building in a matter of minutes, parking a few meters from the entrance. Checking his watch, he realized that he was in a hurry, and he didn't think it was convenient to show up so early.

“I don't want to seem desperate,” he said to the mask, justifying himself as if it were accusing him, “even if it's true, I shouldn't make it known, right?”

The only thing he missed from his days as a thug was the audacity with which he was able to commit that minor crime. Now, sometime after, he was extremely nervous. He was sweating profusely, staining several areas of his shirt; his arms were shaking and his lips were trembling. Instinctively, he turned on the air conditioning and applied some perfume to alleviate the effects of his mood.

“Do I really have what it takes?” he asked out loud and looked at the mask, which lay beside him so innocently.

Javier stared at it for several seconds, and the thought of putting it on crossed his mind. He didn't know if it was to pass the time or out of a whimsical desire, but in his mind, that idea seemed to make sense. It was the most logical thing... Weren't masks made to be put on?

The man took the mask. For a moment, the sleeve of his jacket and shirt fell, revealing his tattoos. He quickly fixed it, and looked out the window in fear, thinking about the crazy idea that some worker had seen him and reported him to Human Resources.

“You're letting your nerves get the worst of you, Javier,” he said to himself, again as if he were addressing the mask more than himself. “You just need to win them over with your charms... whatever you have... This has no way of holding on to the face, how is it supposed to stay attached?” he asked and, innocently, he brought the mask to his face.

Javier jumped.

“Shit…!” he screamed, pulling the mask away quickly. He had felt as if the mask had tried to suck his face in and fuse with his skin. It had been like a sudden electric shock across the entire surface of his face.

He couldn’t stop looking at the mask. His breathing was labored, sweat was running down his neck, and his heart was pounding as his mind, which seemed to slow down like an overloaded computer, tried to get back to reality.

What the fuck had that been?

However, instead of a clear answer, Javier realized other things: he felt his cheeks hot, and how his cock had hardened. He was excited, similar to the first time he saw a porn movie, and noticed how what those men did provoked an emotion other than the common pleasure of fun. The desire for more had arisen in him…

At that moment, the mask emitted a greenish glow that he saw clearly.

It was like an invitation to let himself be carried away by his desire and, heeding it, he put the mask back on.

It was like a lover's caress. As soon as the mask hit his face, it seemed to come to life, creating thick tendrils from its edges that gripped his skin and expanded to cover his head. Javier couldn't help but moan, as the sensation on his face reminded him of the discomfort of the first time he tried anal sex and a cock entered his ass before the pleasure came. Trusting that it would be a similar sensation, he didn't resist, although he did moan a lot.

The mask covered his head in a matter of seconds. Javier felt vindicated when he felt an excitement that seemed to spring from his head and spread throughout his body, generating a heat that counteracted the cold generated by the air conditioning. Javier felt dazed, perhaps dizzy, but the pleasure that the mask generated overshadowed any other thought, and, guided by that sensation, Javier unbuttoned his pants and began to pull his cock, moaning loudly as the mask adjusted to his facial features.

What did it matter now that someone could see him? It was such an addictive feeling… he wanted more, he craved for more… Almost there… Javier felt his balls filling up and that little by little the moment would come. The mask made his head turn from side to side (almost there…), like someone adjusting himself in a seat (ah… fuck… soon…), and, just when Javier was about to cum, his body began to spin in a tornado inside the car, while a white liquid seemed to fill the walls from the inside.

The tornado spun for several seconds. When an electric bolt of lightning crossed the entire car, the tornado stopped. Then, something seemed to remove the white liquid, and when it was finished, it was revealed to be a long tongue, which licked the walls with pleasure. When it removed all the liquid, what was inside the car was revealed.

What was previously Javier, a man dressed in formal clothes, was now a man dressed in casual clothes, shamelessly showing off his tattoos and attractive muscles. What stood out most about him was his head, completely green, as if it had a second layer of rubbery skin that imitated and fit him perfectly. The man smiled eagerly as if the mere fact of being present was a reason for joy.

“Smoking Hot!” he exclaimed in ecstasy and looked at his watch. “Do you know what time it is? Time for this sexy man to claim that job! I’m going to win them over with my charms~!” he said, and shot out of the car.

In the building, in one of the offices, two young men were organizing paperwork. They were sitting next to each other so that whoever entered would see them face to face.

“What time did you make an appointment with Javier Soto, Barnaby?” one of them asked.

“He should be here in five minutes, Adrian,” Barnaby replied after checking his watch.

“Look at having to be here… if we could just…” Subtly, Adrian ran his hand up his partner’s leg, rubbing him near the crotch. “And maybe we could, you know…”

“Last time we almost got caught,” he whispered out of the corner of his lips, gently moving her hand away from his lap. “Not now, we'll talk about that after work…”

“Aww… But I'm interested in knowing what you two are up to!” said a voice that made them jump. It was Javier with the green head, who was eating some popcorn while looking at the pair of men as if he were watching a movie.

“Who the hell are you?!” asked Adrian, getting up, quite flushed; Barnaby, on the other hand, remained impassive, although he looked at the green head with interest.

“I present myself to you gentlemen,” he said with flourishes while taking out a small card. “I'm Javier Ernesto Soto… but you can call me Javi, a pleasure,” he said, presenting them with the card, blue in color, on which his green face appeared with a smile along with his information.

“But your information…” Adrian began to say but was interrupted.

“I wanted to present myself in my best version… how about we start with this?”

The pair of men looked at him with interest.

“So… why do you think we should hire you?” asked Barnaby, whose cheeks turned slightly pink, and his eyes continued to intensely observe the green on Javi’s head.

Javi laughed with a certain cockiness and cheekiness. “Why should you hire me? More like, why wouldn’t you?”

Then, to the surprise of both men, Javi began to recreate everything he said next:

“I can do anything you ask me to… I can serve you coffee…” Suddenly two cups and a coffee pot appeared, and Javi, dressed as a waiter with a fake mustache, served them coffee, “I can organize the files…” The cups transformed into a pile of messy papers and he organized them into piles. “Drill the building… build a new office, travel in time… and much more…” he finished, bringing his face closer to both of them.

“Much more?” Barnaby asked, holding his breath.

“Yes, I could even fuck you two at the same time…” he added with a smile and involuntarily flexed his muscles.

Adrian was about to reply, but it was Barnaby who spoke.

“Really?!” He asked, showing more interest than he should have, which was reflected in his face, reddened by embarrassment.

“If you allow me…” he said smiling and, with a click, he blacked out the windows and the door, so that no one outside could see what was going on in there.

Both Adrian and Barnaby nodded slowly.

Javi stood up from the chair, moved them away, and unbuttoned his pants, revealing his large erect cock. Adrian and Barnaby opened their mouths in surprise at the size. Then, Javi took out a small black onahole from his pocket and placed it on the tip of his cock.

Both men were startled, as they both felt as if something was touching their holes. Javi inserted his cock into the onahole and Adrian and Barnaby moaned; both held onto their hot holes, while the pleasure they felt from having a cock inside them could be seen on their faces. Then Adrian moved the onahole and both men were in glory. Javi began to move the asshole in periodic back-and-forth movements, as if he were fucking it, and Adrian and Barnaby squirmed in pleasure in their seats, moaning even louder.

Javi loved what he was doing to both men. He stopped touching the asshole and it on its own made the movements around his cock, which was mirrored in the anuses of the two men, he leaned forward, took the ties of both with each hand, and pulled them, so that they were in a passionate three-way kiss.

They continued in this way for several minutes, without stopping kissing each other, and the three of them massaged their bodies (although without taking off their clothes).

“I’m gonna cum…” said Javi, and in a second, he came inside the asshole, and his seed was inside Adrian and Barnaby, who came within a few seconds.

“Fuck… that was incredible…” said Adrian.

“So what do you say?” Javi asked, and with a snap, all three were clear, and the windows returned to normal. “Am I in?”

Adrian and Barnaby looked at each other before nodding.

“That’s good…” Javi said. “That means we’re going to keep having fun…”

[yisony07]

Unleashing a Little

Thanks to @greenface94 forthe masked pic and @23lean23 for the mid-tf one.

Despite his attempts to be discreet, Luca never managed to go unnoticed. With his slim figure and good-natured face, he had always drawn the attention of others, whether because of his kind personality, aura that conveyed confidence, or intelligence, which had allowed him to be number one in all his classes. Luca was always seen surrounded by people, like in study groups, where he practically explained what the teacher had already taught, or in the gym, where he was admired by many despite his body being noticeably less strong than theirs.

No matter the circumstances, Luca was very cool.

So it was no surprise that when class was over and the teacher had left, several people blocked Luca’s way out.

“Luca, the soccer team is playing tomorrow night. You’re coming, right?” one of the boys asked.

“Of course,” Luca replied with a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Luca, Math class needs you… will you be there on Friday?”

“Sure, sure, I’ll make room for you two,” Luca replied kindly.

“Hey, Luca, Amelie’s birthday is this Saturday and we wanted to throw her a party…” said one of the girls.

“I’ll bring the cake, it won’t be a problem.”

“Thank you so much, I knew we could count on you.”

And the other boys bombarded the poor young man with requests until Luca managed to get away from them all once he left the classroom. Doing his best to avoid the people, he made his way to his car. He got in as quickly as he could, fastened his seatbelt, and laid his head gently on the steering wheel.

Luca sighed as he calmed his breathing.

“More beggars than usual,” he whispered once he considered that he was breathing at an adequate pace. “Although it is my fault for not saying no… this definitely deserves a ‘moment of release,’” he said to himself, and searched the car compartment.

Luca had a secret, something that if revealed would undermine his reputation and that, ironically, helped him endure those moments. From the compartment, he took out a green wooden mask worn with time and with three holes that formed an expressionless face. At first glance it looked like nothing more than a decorative object, one of those that pretentious people would use to imply that they are knowledgeable about Nordic mythology.

As soon as his fingers made contact with the wood, Luca felt a shiver run down his spine, and something hardened: his cock, awakened by the eagerness of what was to come. Luca brought the mask closer and turned it over.

“It’s time…” he whispered as if he were addressing the mask. It emitted a faint glow.

Luca took a deep breath, touched his nipples a little, and without further ado, put the mask on.

How many times had he not done that and yet each time it felt like the first time? The mask came to life and extended thick tendrils that immediately clung to Luca's face. Luca moaned as the way the mask expanded to cover his head had an erotic touch that he greatly enjoyed.

There was something about that struggle, that squeeze, that made Luca not resist at all. The mask moved forward slowly, adding to the pleasure the man felt like a flame growing stronger as the mask covered more of him. Within seconds, the mask completely covered his head. Luca could feel the way the holes lined up with his facial features.

Then, an electric sensation from the mask invaded Luca, and he clung to the seat to control his shaking and ride out the ecstasy, although from his moans it was safe to say that the pleasure far exceeded Luca’s self-control. It was a good thing the car windows were dark enough.

Luca gripped the seat tightly. His eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, his mouth was framed in a macabre smile, his chest was vibrating and his cock was throbbing as his balls filled. Half influenced by the mask, Luca unbuttoned his shirt: with one of his hands he pinched his nipples and squeezed his pecs, and with the other, he massaged his cock.

“Aah… ah… Fuck!!” Luca moaned and a large jet of semen came out of his penis and fell on his abdomen. At that very moment, his body began to spin in a tornado inside the car, which jumped as the whirlwind hit the roof.

After a few seconds, the tornado stopped. Luca, now Luke, had a more robust and tanned body, but the most relevant change was his face, which seemed to have a second layer of greenish and rubbery skin that fitted perfectly to his head.

“What a rush!!” Luke said. He took some of the cum that had fallen on his abdomen and brought it to his mouth. “Tasty…” he said, “but not enough… fuck, I’m so hornyyyy…”

He unbuttoned his pants so that his cock had more freedom to erect. The dick throbbed, like a bomb ready to explode its whitish liquid.

“Time to spice things up,” he said, putting one of his hands to massage his cock and the other on the steering wheel. At that moment, he started the car, left the parking lot, and reached the road, where he drove without worries, while still jacking off.

It was an extremely addictive sensation. Each touch sent an electric pulse that made him moan without shame. What did it matter if it was seen by someone? His heat and beauty could not remain hidden from the public, and he would not refuse to give a free show.

“Hmm… yeah… like that…” Luke moaned and groaned as the car moved forward at a speed that was perhaps a little faster than average.

Then, red and blue lights appeared accompanied by the sound of a siren. When Luke looked in the rearview mirror, he realized it was a police car. Luke pulled the car over to the side and stopped. The police car did the same, coming up behind him.

An officer got out of the car and Luke saw him in the mirror.

“What a gentleman…” he said, his heart beating several times in his chest. “And at my age, interesting…”

The officer approached the door and gave a slight start when he found Luke's green face. Then he looked inside the car and noticed the long shaft that the green-headed man had. To cover it up, he gave a slight cough.

“Good afternoon, what can I help you with, officer?” Luke asked with an innocence worthy of a baby that didn’t match his level of nakedness.

“Good afternoon, sir, I'm afraid I have to give you a ticket for indecency… and I ask that you cover your parts.”

“Why would I want to cover myself? I'm too horny for that stuff, officer… In fact, why don’t we enjoy ourselves together, sweetie, do you have a partner?”

“No, I don't… I-I mean, if you don't cooperate, I'll have to take you to the police station.”

“It's you who doesn't want to cooperate with me. My little friend here (well, not that little) requires attention.”

“Sir, get out of the car,” said the officer in a threatening manner.

“No, you’ll be the one getting in here.”

“What do yo…?”

But Luke didn’t need words to answer him. He stuck his arms out the window, extended them, and grabbed the officer tightly before getting out and giving him a wet, tongue-kissed kiss. The officer obviously tried to resist and get away, but with each passing second, desire replaced rejection, and little by little the officer kissed back, almost as if he were kissing a lover. As he grabbed him, Luke lifted him and brought him into the car, so that they continued kissing once they both fell inside.

The car seemed to get bigger inside. Luke fell onto a huge seat, almost the size of a bed, with the officer on top of him. Then, the officer, somewhat enraptured, lowered himself until he reached Luke’s cock, which was throbbing with excitement, and put it in his mouth. Luke pressed the pedal so that the car continued to move forward while the green-headed man received the blowjob with pleasure. “So… hmm… very good… I see this isn’t your first time.”

Before Luke could cum, in the blink of an eye he changed positions, and it was he, naked, who was on top of the officer. Luke’s ass was carefully placed on the officer’s bulge, whose face was an open book regarding how much fun he was having.

Luke unzipped the officer’s pants, revealing a huge cock.

“So with this big piece you keep order, right, officer?” he said while rubbing the cock with his buttocks. “From all the times, I’ve never tried anal…” And then he began to introduce the cock into his hole until he got it. “This is better than I thought!” he commented, and began to ride the officer at high speed.

From outside, the car went up and down to the rhythm of Luke’s movements. Inside, the only noise was the mixture of both of their moans.

In a matter of minutes, they arrived at Luca’s house. Since Luke didn't want to take his penis out of his anus, he pressed a button that had come out of nowhere, and they were both teleported to Luca's room, on top of the bed.

“Well, officer, I hope your turn is over,” he said as they changed positions again, missionary style, “Because I've been a bad boy and I deserve to be punished with your huge stick.”

“Consider it done,” the officer replied before kissing him and starting to thrust.

They lasted several minutes like that, having fun between kisses and thrusts until, after an hour, they both came heavily, staining the sheets with their cum.

“Don't think that's all, officer,” Luke said as he looked at the officer, with a smile, breathing heavily. “How about we look for more bad boys? If people love me so much, well… This hottie has more to offer!!”

Luke grabbed the officer and they were off in a flash, Luke's mind was set on finding more people to fully unleash on.

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Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

“It’s not even worth it anymore…” Enric muttered, and he couldn’t help but sigh, which seemed to seal his defeat.

It was a warm autumn afternoon. Enric was in the office, counting the minutes until he could leave after a long day. He looked at the computer screen. The search engine had several tabs open, each of which were pages where the young man used to publish his writings: some of a fantasy nature, others of an erotic nature.

Writing was life for Enric, and his passion was to transform the endless ideas in his mind into texts that the public could enjoy, which he has published on various platforms and social networks. He had started when he had just entered adulthood, and it has been five years now and those desires have not diminished at all. However, the reception of his writings was not as he had expected.

“None of them get more than 10 views…” he muttered to himself, going from one tab to another with the same uneasiness, observing the poor interactions of his publications. “Am I doing something wrong? Or are my stories just so boring?”

Then, he noticed the time.

“Wow, it’s time to go.” He turned off the computer, left the office and the building, and walked to his car.

As much as he mentally told himself that the most important thing was to express himself, to let out what he had inside, Enric couldn’t help but feel sad, because the little recognition of his short stories felt like they weren’t worth it in the end. He had done his best to innovate in something, but it didn’t matter: no one saw him.

“Maybe I should just give up…” he thought with another sigh.

At that, he stumbled. He looked around to see what he had tripped on, and found a mask on the floor: it was made of green wood, worn with time, with a vertical metal bar, and three holes that gave the impression of forming an expressionless face.

“Curious…” he said, bent down to pick it up, and without giving it much thought, he took the mask with him.

Enric got to his car, placed the mask on the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car. However, it didn’t start but stayed still.

“Or maybe I’m the problem…” he whispered, and was about to start it when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something that made him jump. “Where’s the mask?!” he asked out loud and began to search for the mask on the seats, in the compartment, and on the floor, but found nothing.

Then, he heard something crawling on the ceiling. With some fear, Enric slowly looked up from his seat.

The mask was there, waiting to attack, and as soon as Enric saw it, it jumped at him.

“Aaargh!!” Enric screamed, immediately trying to pull off the mask, which was trying to cling like a burning nail to his skin. Enric could feel the wood as a smooth, cold surface that slowly became malleable, rubbery, and adhesive. The thick tendrils that came out of the mask grabbed his hair, his chin, and his ears, and the more Enric pulled on it, the more space of his head it managed to take in. Within a few seconds, the mask managed to extend until it covered Enric’s entire head, and as it did, he was stunned by an electric sensation, and his body fell backwards.

His body began to spin in a headlong tornado, with the green area facing downwards. The tornado remained still, static, tied with the belt and drowning the young man's screams under the sinuous and tortuous gusts. When the tornado stopped, the seat was pushed forward, and the figure on it became more defined.

Instead of the usual Enric, there was a different version, perhaps improved: he had the same thin build, but his hair, although the same color, was more combed; his gaze had taken on a reddish tone, and his face was covered by a second, rubbery and attractive skin that enhanced his attractiveness and fit him perfectly.

“Howdy!” greeted the figure, looking at himself in the mirror with a superhumanly bright smile.

“Time to update my profile picture,” the green-headed man said, taking a photo of himself, which he immediately uploaded to all platforms. “People should enjoy the best version of me!”

Then, with one of his feet, which was covered by black Converse, he pressed the accelerator and the car took off, although the green-headed man didn’t seem to care that much.

“Fuck…” he said to himself, and a greenish blush covered his cheeks. “I’m too horny to stay still!” he shouted, as he felt the ecstasy cover every inch of his skin. “You’re going to see what erotic literature is.”

He kept one of his hands on the wheel and with the other he began to type at a speed proportional to that of the vehicle. The pleasure was like a flame that served as fuel for his fingers, which typed words that reflected the green-faced man’s fantasies.

“Done!” he exclaimed before publishing. The reactions were immediate. “Yes… that… hmm…” He moaned as he read the comments on the texts: people revealing how horny they had become from reading, others clamoring for more, and still others fantasizing about what happened.

But despite that, the flame of horniness did not go out.

“Now a little gift for my fans…”

He set up the cell phone to record himself. He began by taking off his shirt, to reflect a very well-worked twink body, and began to move as sensually as he could in the confines of the car, flexing his muscles and casting lascivious glances at the camera. Then, he went for his cock, and jacked off, not bothering to cover his moans or his gestures of pleasure, until the climax, and ended the video by taking a little of his cum into his mouth, savoring it.

“This should be enough,” he said to himself. The car suddenly stopped, because he had reached his destination, but he was not ready for it. The belt unbuckled itself and he flew out the window and into his room, landing on his bed. That's when he calmly posted the video. “Now all that's left to do is wait…” he said with a smile.

The next day, Enric woke up, not because of the alarm, but because of the hundreds of notifications that arrived on his phone. With a groan, he reached out to grab it and was surprised by the pile of messages and comments on his stories. He looked around, saw the mask, and looked back at his phone.

“What the fuck…” Enric whispered in shock, realizing what had happened.

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Never Tired with the Mask

Story started with AI, then edited and finished by me. Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

That man, whose name was Andrés, walked calmly through the lonely streets. The city was sleeping, and he was enjoying the fresh midnight air. The dark and deep sky only revealed a few weak stars, as if they were watching him on his nightly walk. He was in no hurry to get home; in fact, he didn't have many plans for the night. He was exhausted, physically and mentally, after a long day at the office, and he just wanted to go to bed. Nothing more.

It was hot, and small drops of sweat slid down his forehead, slowly running down his neck and chest, dampening his shirt. He felt the fabric sticking to his skin, like a second, suffocating layer. At that moment, the sound of airplane turbines caught his attention. He looked up to see it flying over the city, camouflaging itself with the indigo hue of the sky. It was then that a strange green glow flickered for a moment in the sky.

"What could that be?" he muttered to himself, stopping briefly. Something about that glow caught his attention, a strange, almost electric sensation running through his body. He shook his head, dismissing the phenomenon, and continued on his way. He just wanted to get home.

Within minutes, Andrés entered his small apartment. The heat inside was almost unbearable; there was no air conditioning, only a small fan that barely moved the stifling air. He took off his sweat-soaked shirt and then his pants, letting his clothes fall to the floor until he was completely naked. The relief was instantaneous as he felt the breeze coming through the window.

He paused for a moment, considering whether he should leave it open. Safety or relief from the heat? He lived in a relatively safe area, so he opted for comfort. He left the window open, allowing the night breeze to cool his skin as he lay down on the bed, half covered by a light sheet.

Andrés closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing and drift off to sleep. His relaxed body was beginning to give in to tiredness when, suddenly, he felt something strange.

*Smack.*

A sharp knock brought him out of his lethargy. Without getting up, he brought his hands to his face and, to his surprise, noticed that something rigid was covering it. It looked like a mask, fitting perfectly to the length of his face. He tried to pull it off, but his fingers couldn't quite grasp the contours of the object, as if it were fused to his skin.

"Hmm... hmm... arg..." he groaned, writhing in bed as he tried to free himself from that thing. But the more he pulled, the more he felt the mask stick, fusing with him. It was as if it were alive.

Suddenly, extensions—bright green tentacles—emerged from the mask, encircling his head and stretching around his neck. Andrés moved frantically, his body shaking as a current of unknown sensations ran through his skin. What should have been terror was mixed with an inexplicable surge of pleasure. The object, the mask, was connecting with his nerves in a way he couldn’t understand, but it made him shudder.

His body arched off the bed, his muscles tensing as the heat that had previously suffocated him transformed into a burning current that enveloped him. Andrés writhed between contradictory sensations, unable to free himself, but also unwilling to stop what he was experiencing. Every time he tried to tear off the mask, an electric shudder shook him, like a wave of pleasure that began in his face and slid down to his chest, down his abdomen, making his breathing labored.

Every part of his being vibrated under the mask's influence. The tentacles tightened around his neck, sliding their cold texture over his sweaty skin, while he gasped, caught between fear and ecstasy.

Then, the tentacles of the mask grew to such an extent that they managed to connect behind his head. Then, Andrés felt an invisible force pulling him, and he began to spin in a violent tornado throughout the room.

The sound of lightning accompanied the noise of the gusts of wind. The tornado jumped everywhere, from the bed to the door.

Suddenly, the tornado stopped and, among the greenish air it left, a silhouette appeared. It was of the same complexion as Andrés, but differed greatly in the head: the individual had a green head, with red eyes that shone even in the darkness of the room, and a whitish smile.

“It’s party time, baby!” the figure exclaimed joyfully. “The night is young, it’s time for Andy to have a great time!” he added, and with a flash of the pen, he left at superhuman speed.

Andy ended up in a somewhat gloomy gay bar, as the lights were not working at all and the music was not the most lively. There were men, yes, of all kinds, from sexy to the less attractive, but they all seemed more focused on their chitchats and gossip than on enjoying life.

“This place needs some changes,” Andy said and snapped his fingers.

Those who were there would not have been able to believe what happened next if they had not been present to witness it: the lights began to flash in various neon tones; the music changed to a more lively rhythm, inviting people to leave their seats and dance uncontrollably; and the sexiest men stood on the platforms to move their attractive bodies.

“Come on, people!” Andy shouted, drawing everyone's attention. “Let's turn this on!” he added and was answered with a roar of joy.

There was no man Andy didn't dance with, and many of them tasted those dark, full lips. The green face was a source of interest, especially because of how rubbery and soft it was to the touch.

After a few hours of fun, Andy spoke up: “Sorry, gentlemen, but this green-faced cutie must leave…” With a wave, he said goodbye to everyone and left in a fleeting gust.

Andy ran quickly without caring much about what was happening around him, until he jumped, went through a window, and fell onto a bed. However, it was not Andy, but Andrés, who fell onto the bed, asleep and snoring, while the mask fell next to his head.

The mask has never tired, but the host needed to sleep.

[yisony07]

The Only Guy on Train

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic.

His footsteps were the only sound he could hear, yet he couldn't listen to it because his mind was only thinking about taking the train. He was breathing heavily, sweat staining his shirt, and his heart beat furiously as he approached the metro station.

A high-pitched voice announced over the loudspeaker: Last call for Legendre station.

“Shit!” George muttered.

He walked down the hall and down the stairs to the station. He felt a surge of energy because the subway was there. However, he kept running because the cars were full, and he had no choice but to head to the last of the cars.

It was empty, and about half of the lights were not working, which gave it a sinister air. Despite everything, George entered, because his desire to get home was greater than any creepy feeling the wagon could generate, and he couldn't help but sigh in relief once he sat down.

George wasn't entirely sure why he was in such a hurry to get home. Maybe it was because of the long work day, perhaps it was because he had the usual urge to jack off. Whatever the reason, George wanted to enjoy the warmth of his home. Luckily, the subway would take about five or ten minutes to get to the station where he was supposed to get off.

However, fate had other plans for him.

Over the speakers, a voice announced: Dear users, due to certain mishaps on the subway tracks, we will be taking a detour, which will entail a delay since the journey is longer. We are very sorry for the inconvenience and appreciate your understanding.

“Really?! Today is not my day…” said George, somewhat sadly, and settled down to look out the window.

Although his gaze was focused on the outside, where many houses in the distance passed by at high speed, his mind was blank, dull. The subway entered a tunnel and everything went dark, though George didn't notice until the light came back into the car.

“Wow, I thought I blinked longer,” he thought out loud and looked to his side, but saw no one else. “Right, I'm on my own here,” he added with a slight blush on his cheeks and looked around. All the seats near him were empty, though when he looked across, he gave a little start when he realized what was on the seat.

It was a mask.

With that simple yet old design, with those three holes that formed an expressionless face, and that green color worn by time, it was inevitable that it would catch George's attention, who immediately took it.

“How did I not see you before?” he asked, looking at the mask more closely, and for a moment he hesitated whether to keep it or not, but after another look, he decided to do so. “Finders keepers,” he said and turned it over.

George turned a little on his seat to face the armored window of the subway train, which luckily reflected enough to act as a mirror. George lifted the mask and, looking at the window, put it on.

“What the…ll?!” He couldn’t help but scream, pushing the mask away, because as soon as it made contact with his skin, he felt a suction that caught him off guard. “Wow…” he said, and his gaze remained fixed on the mask.

Then, he noticed how a glow fleetingly crossed the surface of the mask.

That glow seemed like an invitation from the mask. George felt a few drops of sweat run down his face, his pupils contracting as he looked at the mask; his chest rose and fell slowly as if he needed to remember how to breathe; his legs felt tight against his pants, and his crotch struggled to break through his underwear because of how hard he was. With one of his hands, he unconsciously unbuttoned his pants, so that his penis could get air, while he stood up.

George didn't realize it, but when his free hand returned to the mask, he slowly raised both hands and only came back to reality when he felt the cold wood against his warm skin.

“What the…?” George barely managed to scream. The mask immediately clung to his face and began to spread across his skin via thick tentacles.

George immediately reached out with his hands to try to pull it off, but the mask had taken on a rubbery, more malleable consistency, and slipped easily through the man’s fingers. George thrashed and shook his body, but the mask only held on tighter. The mask’s eye sockets shrank to fit the shape of George’s, while the mouth hole fused with his lips and mimicked his moans and grunts. George knew there was nothing else to do when he felt the mask snap together at the back of his head like someone buckling a belt.

Then, an unusual feeling welled up from within him, and it became more and more noticeable within himself. It was an addictive sensation. No, it was more like a flame, a flame of pleasure that starts from his heart and sends its heat to every inch of his body. George feels hot, too hot.

“Control yourself,” he told himself, because he was aware that he was in a public establishment, and even if he was alone, there was a chance that someone would see him.

However, it was difficult to follow that instruction when his body was screaming for attention and affection, when it was his nipples that were rubbing themselves against the fabric of his shirt demanding to be touched, when it was his penis that was rubbing itself against his pants, demanding the company of his hand.

“No…,” George said, as he felt the rubbery layer of the mask melt even more into his skin.

Then, he couldn't stand it anymore.

George took off his shirt and threw it who knows where. He immediately began to pinch his nipples. Each tickle felt like an electric prick of pleasure, and George moaned indecorously. What did it matter if anyone saw him anymore? The more the better, right?

He was too focused on satisfying the needs of his nipples to notice that his own pants had made a hole for his penis, large and hard from erection, to emerge and claim attention. As soon as George was satisfied with his nipples, he went for his penis, but not by the usual route.

George shifted in the seat, with his legs over the back, hooked his legs to the bar above, and, with a push, performed self-fellatio.

“Hmm…” George moaned as he tasted his own penis.

The mask melted more and more and its color became more garish until it completely became a second skin. At that very moment, George came and did nothing but taste and swallow his own semen.

Then a voice announced: Stop at Adventure Station.

The train stopped after a few seconds and the doors opened. A bunch of uniformed men with suitcases were there, and they gaped at the sight of Masked George and the way he was.

“What are you doing standing there?” said George, who suddenly found himself on the ground, part of his face still covered in his semen. “Come on, men, it’s time to have some fun!!”

And with a click, all the men entered the car, the doors closed and the train resumed its journey.

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Quiet Marvel - Part 2

Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic. Please take a look at the first part here.

That feeling that usually followed the release of cum was one of tiredness and an inexplicable aftertaste. However, on that occasion, it was more joy, like being tired after doing something addictive. Arnold was on the bed, with the sheet covering most of his body that, given the skin that was showing in the uncovered areas, was naked. His breathing was relaxing and, although he was awake, kept his eyes closed.

“It was a good act, wasn’t it, love?” asked the masked man while looking at him sitting on the floor.

“Hm-hm,” Arnold nodded, unable to speak, but rather preferring to keep alive the memory of the acts witnessed by the bed he was lying on.

*Knock knock*

“Shit…” Masked Manny cursed and, displaying powers straight out of cartoons, turned into a silent tornado that moved throughout the room, tidying it up in the process. Then, when he stopped, he took out a soap, scrubbed himself, and then scrubbed Arnold (who laughed lightly at the tickling it caused). Then, he got rid of the suds, dressed both himself and Arnold, and took off the mask.

“Hide it quick!” Manny ordered, throwing the mask onto the bed, and Arnold hid it under the blanket.

Then, someone opened the door. It was Alex, the black-haired boy, and he looked at the scene with curiosity.

“Here you are! We were looking for you two… What are you doing here?” he asked suspiciously as he looked at Arnold on the bed.

“It's just that before coming, Arnold took a very challenging exam and felt exhausted… I was fixing up the room where I usually sleep, I hope it's not a problem,” Manny answered immediately as if he had premeditated it, trying to sound casual.

“Well, there are more snacks and beers, the rest of us are chatting, come in as soon as possible,” Alex invited.

“Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes,” said Manny.

Alex nodded and left, closing the door. Manny turned to Arnold.

“That was close…” said Manny. He approached the bed and with one of his hands he lovingly rubbed Arnold's leg.

“So…” said Arnold, uncovering the mask and moving it with interest. “Where did you find this magical mask?” he asked curiously.

“Shortly after I met Alex, when I came back from an exam that I got,” Manny answered, still rubbing Arnold’s leg. “I thought it was very curious and I brought it to the room. That same night the mask fell on me by accident when I was on the bed… at first, it was scary, but then it was exciting, and thrilling… the mask makes you able to do anything you want, and I never stopped feeling that… you can fulfill your most perverse fantasies… luckily mine are very vanilla, right?” Manny chuckled.

“Pretty amazing power,” said Arnold as his eyes focused on the mask, which made the mask spin on its axis.

“You’re the only one who knows about it,” Manny added and stopped rubbing Arnold’s leg. “I haven’t told Alex for that very reason… it’s too much power to want to share, but I guess it won’t be a problem with you.”

“Makes sense…” Arnold said, his eyes focusing on the wood. For a moment he thought he saw a faint green light appear fleetingly on the inner surface of the mask.

“Well, I'll go out again, the party is still going on…” said Manny getting up from the bed. “Be good and pretend to sleep, okay? That way Alex doesn't find out about us…” he added with a wink that Arnold responded with a kiss in the air. Manny made the gesture of catching it and left the room.

Arnold, for his part, continued looking at the mask, still making it spin.

So everything I want… he thought. But… what do I want the most? I longed for a partner and I got one, I guess, so, I don't know if it's even useful… Unless I bring out from deep within me desires that I didn't even know I had… Arnold yawned and dropped the mask on the bed, next to him. If so, would it be of any use to wear it? What if what I want is too inconvenient to bring to light and that's why it's hidden? Arnold yawned again, and felt his eyes heavy. But anyway, it wouldn't be so bad to try it… he thought before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The mask emitted a glow… and Arnold's face was dangerously close.

“Did you sleep well, Arnie?” Manny asked some time later as he entered the room, and noticed how close Arnold was to the mask. Well… Manny thought, Alex and the others are continuing the party outside the house, so there's time to get to know each other better, he thought and, smiling, he approached the bed. Then, he caressed Arnold's hand and took it, while with his other hand, Manny moved his boyfriend's head a little.

The reaction was immediate: the mask melted with Arnold's head and covered his head in a flash.

What amused Manny the most and what made him the horniest was the fact that Arnold remained asleep, and the moans he made, Manny believed, were due to the pleasure that the mask imbued him with, perhaps through a wet dream. Manny loved the sight, seeing those tentacles clinging to that head as if it was what kept him alive, and the pleasure his boyfriend was feeling without being aware of it.

Then, something made Manny get out of bed. Then, the sheet lifted up on its own and covered Arnold's body. Then, a greeni-sh tornado formed under the sheets.

After a few seconds, the tornado stopped. Manny, conflicted between excitement and nerves, approached, and jumped when the sheet was quickly lifted.

“A great rest is a sign of great action!” said the man in the bed. Manny approached to admire him. The man took out his phone and took a selfie. “Aren't you a cutie? No wonder you attracted the sexiest guy in the room!”

“Fuck… Why do I feel so hot?! I know I am, but I feel like I'm sick, don't I?” he added, and then he noticed Manny. “Oh, my love, how was the party?!” he asked, he extended his arms, which he wrapped around Manny, and then he pulled him close, kissing him with his thick, dark green lips, a wet kiss that Manny didn't hesitate to return. “This is amazing! Where are the others?! Let's show them how much we love each other!”

“Hold on, hold on!” said Manny, “We agreed not to say anything for now! And besides, the boys went to a bar… Besides, we should get to know each other better before we take that step…” replied Manny hastily, although he managed to hide it with his tone of voice.

“Hmm… okay, you win…” said Arn, and he threw Manny down on the bed before climbing on top of him. “But you better get to know each other well now, because I want to know everything about you, darling,” she added before kissing him.

“As you wish…” Manny replied, pleased. And the couple explored even the most hidden erogenous zones of each other's bodies…

[yisony07]

Featuring with Green

Thanks to for the @bigheadtf masked pic. I'm sorry in advance if the story's writing is kind of convoluted.

It was challenging for Jared not to wake up from the notifications coming through his phone. High-pitched sound after high-pitched sound, the phone sounded like an uncoordinated chorus of out-of-tune birds. Jared groaned but ignored the phone until it stopped ringing. With another groan, he pulled the pillow off his head and threw off the blanket. Instantly, a musty smell hit him, and he realized he was naked, save for a pair of blue boxers covering his privates.

Jared blinked several times. Various noises echoed in his head, like memories of various moments trying to sneak into his consciousness, and yet, none of them could be defined in his mind. After several endless seconds, his mind fell silent, and only then did Jared lay back, leaning on his hands.

Then, he took his phone and checked his messages. Most of them were comments, most of them positive and full of lewdness, about a video, apparently of his authorship.

“What the hell are they talking about?” he asked himself, surprised, and with his nerves on edge. Is there a video of him floating around the internet, exposing him?

Then, he changed his gaze and found a very peculiar object, next to where his head rested.

And then, Jared couldn't help but let out a giggle, and remembered what had happened the day before:

Jared was organizing the room with a grimace of annoyance on his face. While he connected the cables and set up the cameras, he muttered things like “You're not my son anymore” or “You're such a good education, you graduated in Audiovisuals and you came out a faggot.”

“What are they going to know?!” Jared shouted when he was satisfied with how everything had turned out.

Jared had just had a pretty strong family fight, in which he was practically exiled from it. It all started when one of his sisters, being nosy, saw his application for a gay porn production company on his phone (of course it was his mistake to leave the phone unlocked). From there, a torment began for poor Jared and, in short, he ended up running away from home.

Down, but not defeated, he decided to continue with the application. The application form required, among other things, that an introduction video had to be recorded, either through the production company's channels or homemade, an option that Jared chose. So he found a guest room in his apartment, went through drawers to take out cameras, lights, and other production equipment, and organized the living room to make it presentable and sexy to look at.

Inside the boxes where he kept the lights and cables, he found a worn green wooden mask.

It was one of the things he took with him from the prom, and he had never given it any thought. He pulled it out and threw it around before continuing to tidy up.

“All done,” Jared told himself when he felt satisfied with the work. He turned on his camera, gave a brief introduction of himself, and then began to fondle himself, in his vision, in an erotic manner, teasing the camera with his few pecs. Of course, he knew he fit more into the “twunk” category. With that in mind, he continued to massage himself.

But then, he heard a noise, like something dragging. For a moment, the idea of ​​stopping everything and checking what it was took over him, but he ignored it, since he didn’t want to start over, and preferred to continue.

I’ll deal with that later, he thought as he brought one of his hands to his penis while with the other he continued to squeeze his pecs and massage his nipples.

But then… the mask jumped from the floor to his head.

“What…?!” Jared screamed, and the mask immediately came to life. Thick tentacles sprouted from the edge of the mask and quickly gripped the young man's skin.

Jared didn't have time to think about what was happening or what to do. With the hand he used to massage his pectorals, he tried to pull the mask off, but the creaking, shifting wood had taken on a rubbery consistency, and it slipped through his fingers; by the time Jared moved his hand to the back of his head, the mask had closed completely.

He could feel the holes molding to fit his eyes and mouth. The wooden mass vibrated and pressed against his skull, and a sound of thoughts invaded his mind, displacing the sensation of pain.

Then, a feeling would awaken from deep within Jared, a positive feeling that slowly displaced the fear and gave way to the mask doing whatever it wanted with him. The mask sent an energy through his veins that manifested itself in an unusual satisfaction. The hand that gripped his cock moved almost as if of its own volition. Jared moaned shamelessly and continued to jerk his dick.

Then, when Jared was about to cum a lot, his body was lifted from his seat and began to spin in a tornado, from which jets of cum came out that left stains on the equipment and the entire room. The tornado spun for several seconds before stopping, looking surprised at the camera.

“Holy Premier!!” Jared exclaimed before turning around again and cleaning up the room, standing in front of the camera all naked, his huge cock pulsing with excitement, his hole eager to be explored. “While we’re at it, it’s time to get down to the real deal and let the world meet Green Jay!”

Green Jay fell onto the table in front of the camera. He joined his hands together, interlacing his fingers. Their hands fused together and a mass of skin formed over them, stretching out to take the shape of a dildo. Then, Jay teased the camera, rubbing the corner of his anus with the tip of the dildo before slowly inserting it.

“Oooohhhh…!” Jay moaned uninhibitedly as he steadily moved the dildo in and out. He spread his legs wider, and threw his head back, though not enough to hide his grimace of pleasure from the camera.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting himself get carried away by the excitement. It was too addictive a feeling to want to stop, and yet he forced himself to stop, not wanting to be repetitive. Jay pulled out the dildo for good and retrieved his hands, which he waved with flourishes and movements worthy of a street magic show. Then, with one of his hands, he took the other, and a glove with the same appearance as his hand came out; he did the same with the other and threw them. They remained suspended in front of him for a few seconds until they were surrounded by a greenish smoke and transformed into two muscular and naked figures, whose heads were covered by opaque black masks, and their cocks, large and erect, pointed towards Jay, like weapons that pointed at their target.

“Let the party begin,” said Jay, and, expanding his mouth more than normal, he took both cocks at the same time.

The session continued for a while, in which Jay not only gave a blowjob to both dicks until he covered them in his saliva; he also took them at the same time, sinking into an ecstasy he had never experienced before.

When he finally managed to cum, he let out a huge stream that bathed the fake men, and they disappeared in puffs of white smoke. When it dissipated, Jay was on all fours on the floor, and he licked some of the cum, staring at the camera.

“Done!” he said and in a flash, he was next to the camera.

Jay took the memory card out of there, entered it into his laptop, and as fast as a bullet, he edited the video and uploaded it to his application form. Instantly, he received the notification that his video will be posted later.

“All done,” Jay thought. “Now, what else can I do?” He asked into the air, and walked away with a smile, looking for some fun.

Another smile formed on Jared’s lips as he saw another notification from the company, an invitation to record a video. Still smiling, Jared put on the mask and it immediately transformed him.

“Looks like Jay is going to show off his skills again,” Jay exclaimed after he appeared. “3… 2… 1… Action!” he said before running off in a ball of smoke.

[yisony07]

Wooden Inspiration

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pics.

The story was, at first, started with AI (before the tf), and then all edited and finished by me.

The sun was slowly sliding down the horizon, tinting the sky with warm tones that filtered through the windows of Daniel's small studio. Sitting in front of his messy desk, with crumpled sheets scattered everywhere, the young writer was torn between frustration and hopelessness. It was not the first time he found himself in that situation, blocked in front of his computer, unable to find the right words to continue with that story of cops and robbers. But this time, the reason for his blockage was much more personal.

For months, Daniel could not stop thinking about Julian, the waiter who worked at the coffee shop where he used to write. Julian was everything Daniel admired in a person: kind, attentive, with a smile that lit up any space. He even got extra points for being his age. But beyond their physical attractiveness, there was a kind of connection that Daniel couldn't quite define, something that made him come back to the cafeteria day after day, even though the words always stuck in his throat.

“How can I even get close to him?” Daniel muttered to himself, biting his lip as he stared at the blank screen in front of him.

Determined to channel his emotions into something productive, Daniel turned off the computer, grabbed a pen and a notebook, and began to write. He imagined a perfect scenario: he and Julian talking, laughing, with a complicity that only existed in his fantasies. The words flowed easily as he created a story in which, at last, he had the perfect setting to confess his feelings. Ironically, he fell short in the words he said to her, just like in reality. Not even in his imagination did things change: Julian was still unattainable, and Daniel was a coward.

Frustrated, he got up from his chair and decided to take a walk through the nearby park, hoping that the fresh air would help clear his mind. For a moment, he felt envious of the absence of clouds, which seemed to mock him: the sky, unlike his mind, was clear and gave off an optimistic glow. Daniel sighed and continued on his way.

As he walked through the trees, grabbing his notebook and pen, his gaze fell on something unusual: a mask, half buried among the fallen leaves. It was an ancient piece, with a design that evoked something mystical, as if it belonged to another era, another world… especially because of the pareidolic shape in which the three holes formed an indifferent, though perhaps slightly surprised, face.

Intrigued, Daniel picked up the mask. There was something about it that inexplicably attracted him. He sat down on a nearby bench, leaving his notebook aside, because he couldn't resist the temptation to examine it more closely. As he held it, he felt a slight tingle at the tips of his fingers, as if the mask vibrated with an energy of its own.

“What are you?” Daniel whispered, half joking, as he turned it over. As he did, he noticed a peculiar effect.

“What?” Daniel whispered, somewhat bewildered and at the same time, impressed. It was too striking a phenomenon to ignore. Maybe—he thought—if he put it on, he would understand better what was going on, right?

It sounded ridiculous, but he decided to try it. He looked around. There was not a soul on the paved road, nor the grass, nor among the trees. There was only an atmosphere of complete stillness in which Daniel could do whatever he wanted and no one would know. He looked again at his notebook, which, open, showed the last dialogue he had managed to write.

And Julian watched him, expectantly. Then, I worked up the courage and said to him:

“Hehe…. It sounds a little ridiculous,” Daniel whispered with a giggle. Then, he noticed it: the mask shone again.

He had no doubt, and it even seemed to him that he had done it to get his attention, so the idea of ​​putting it on made more and more sense to him. He even believed that wearing it could serve as an amulet to finally confess and let the feelings that had been burning in his heart for a long time blossom.

With that in mind, Daniel placed the mask over his face.

What was happening was beyond the writer's understanding. The mask had lost its rigidity and the wood had taken on a quasi-viscous composition as if it had become rubber, and it quickly expanded to cover the skin, and by the time Daniel was able to react by bringing his hands to the back of his head, the mask had already closed there, so his attempts were in vain.

Daniel felt the mask pump a warm sensation from his head to the rest of his body as the woody surface pulsed against his skin rapidly and repeatedly. This caused him to start moaning as the movements of his arms were directed towards his torso. He was sweating profusely, drops running down his neck and staining his shirt. The grip of the mask was getting tighter; however, instead of hurting, it caused an underlying erotic sensation. Little by little, as the mask got tighter and tighter, Daniel's mind shifted, and the "head down there" took over (at the same time it grew hard).

The writer shifted a little. He stretched and separated his legs to give more comfort to his still-hidden erection, which he rubbed with one of his hands. With the other, he squeezed his still flaccid pecs. Daniel's body throbbed. He felt himself growing, expanding… everything felt so good… Daniel wanted more, more…

Then, with a final squeeze of the mask, it glowed as Daniel, bench seat and all, was yanked back so that his head was hidden in the bushes and his legs were up, flailing as the writer's body was shaken and the bulge between his legs grew and vibrated.

Ecstasy pulsed through every inch of his body. A few bolts of green electricity flashed across his skin. His arms, his legs, his torso, his dick… everything pulsed in time with Daniel's moans and jerks, though he couldn't hear himself; his voice was drowned out by the creaking of the wood against his skin.

Then, the greenish glow of the mask was such that it took over his entire body. The light illuminated everything in its path: grass, trees, seats… everything was illuminated, but there was no soul to witness it.

When the light disappeared, Daniel's body jumped forward so that the bench he had been sitting on was also restored. The person standing looked remarkably different from the Daniel before and felt very different as well. The new being seemed to think the same and summoned a mirror in which he could see himself. He was impressed.

“Not bad, not bad…” said ‘Dan’ and discarded the mirror.

The notebook and pen, which had been left on the floor, flew towards him. As soon as he grabbed them, he felt an unknown urgency, a need to write like never before. The words seemed to spring from his mind with such precision and his hand moved at such a high speed that both things left him stunned and, at the same time, made perfect sense to him.

He rewrote the police scene that he had on the computer, as well as the corresponding summary. The summary read:

The officer discovered which was the real car that contained the stolen jewels and immediately pointed his gun at the wheels, so that the thieves could not continue advancing, and they began to run away, without worrying about the people who pushed to escape. Then, at an intersection, each one took a different road. The officer called for reinforcements on his radio, although the situation was getting complicated because, by the time they appeared, the other bandits would surely have managed to escape.

Then, an unknown ally jumped to his aid.

“Don’t worry, good man, I’ll help you,” said the figure after falling in front of the officer. “I’ll take care of the other two bandits.”

The policeman didn’t have time to think better of it, so he nodded and went down one road, while the ally went down the other.

“Time to play a little.”

“Exquisite!” Dan exclaimed, putting huge lips on the notebook. At that moment, he heard a commotion. “Is the city having fun without me? Impossible!” he said with great interest, feigning indignation. His body was wrapped in tornadoes before leaving the park.

He ended up on one of the roofs of the houses on the main avenue. His red eyes sparkled with joy when he realized what he was seeing: a police officer approached a red car, shot at its tires, and a trio of masked bandits fled with bags in their hands.

Dan's story was recreated exactly as it was.

Dan, wrapped in a tornado, advanced across the rooftops so as not to miss a single detail until the bandits reached the intersection and separated.

"I need reinforcements quickly, I'm at the intersection between Saint Thomas and Rutherford the Sage, over," said the officer through the portable radio.

It was at this moment that the ally appeared, Dan thought, and an idea occurred to him. "What if I was the ally?" he said, and jumped, but stopped in mid-air. "Wait... Would this be considered self-insertion?" he asked into the air, and then fell on the sidewalk, in front of the officer.

"Don't worry, good man, I'll help you," Dan repeated in an exaggeratedly heroic manner. “I’ll take care of the other two bandits.”

The policeman looked at him confused, but due to the setback, he nodded and went down one path, while Dan went down the other.

“Time to play a little,” Dan said, and white-gloved hands appeared at the edges of the scene. Dan pulled out a pair of notebooks and pens. “You, follow the officer, while you write down my exploits; the more details, the better, understood?” He asked the pair of arms, which made an up-and-down gesture, which Dan interpreted as an affirmative answer. “Good; that said… Charge!” and Dan ran at superhuman speeds.

For his part, the bandit jumped, slid, and got between the people, firmly holding the bag. After a while, he looked back to check that the officer was not following him and found himself facing a cloud of greenish smoke that was heading quickly toward him. Before he could react, the cloud of dust reached him and enveloped him. Everything around him was hazy and foggy, and his body felt like it was being pulled backward as if it were spinning and spinning on a horizontal wheel, which made him feel nauseous.

When the cloud cleared, the bandit was lying face down on the ground, arms behind him, hands cuffed. Someone was pressing a shoe against his back, oddly preventing him from putting up any resistance.

“That was easier than I thought,” Dan said with a hint of annoyance as if he had expected something more interesting. He had the robber’s bag in his hand and was fiddling with it almost like a yo-yo. “Well, that’s what it means to be one of the good guys, isn’t it? Let’s go for the other one!”

Dan lifted the robber’s body, and as the robber moaned and screamed in discomfort, he grabbed his limbs and bent them. In the end, the robber was curled into a ball. Dan spun him on his finger like a professional basketball player.

“A little present from me…” Dan said and threw the robber-ball into the air. Then he snapped his fingers and the pair of arms that kept track of his exploits appeared. With a gesture, he took the notebook and pen and wrote:

Dan threw the ball hard and it, by pure luck, hit the missing bandit before he could escape.

Dan returned the things to the pair of arms and left like a fleeting gust of wind. When he reached the place where he estimated the ball would fall, he found it next to another bandit on the ground, who seemed to see stars around him.

“Yeah, hit!” Dan exclaimed. “I should dedicate myself to basketball instead of writing! No?” he added. He picked up the bag of that robber and tied it next to the first bag. “Now, we must give criminals the treatment they deserve…”

He transformed back the robber-ball into his human form, then took the unconscious bodies of both of the robbers, tied their legs together and bent them, so that it looked like a propeller. Then, he turned them around and they began to go round and round, like the propeller of a helicopter. Dan then flew through the air in search of the officer, and as soon as he located him, he landed next to him.

“Here you go, officer,” Dan said when he was next to him. He noticed that the bandit was gagged and handcuffed. Dan returned the other two robbers to their original form, and they fell unconscious next to the first one; he also handed the bag to the officer.

“Thank you very much, good man,” the policeman said.

“You’re welcome, until next time!” Dan said with a salute before jumping into the air again.

The way the wind brushed his skin so delicately, especially the rubbery skin of his face, made Dan think he was floating. With a snap on his part, the arms appeared and handed him the notebooks. After a glance at them, he took out another notebook, in which he had written the story originally, and added the pages of the other two stories.

“This is going to be an excellent novel! Action, intrigue, heroes and villains! Magnifique!” Dan exclaimed, closing the notebook and spinning around in the air, enjoying both the view of the city and the clouds around him. The arms disappeared. “Isn’t it funny that what I wrote, came true?” He asked himself, stroking his chin, more extended and prominent than it was before he got his new face. “Will I be able to write whatever I want to happen?” He reasoned, and his sight pointed to the coffee shop where he used to go, where Julian worked. A mischievous smile formed on his lips. “If that’s the case… hehehe…”

He opened the notebook again and found the pages his old self had written about himself and Julian.

“Soulless and disgustingly corny,” he commented with a giggle. “Romantic! But I think it will be better with just the necessary coincidences… I am an author of compasses, not plans!” and began to rewrite the story about how Julian, at that very moment, was leaving work for home, with no pending commitments. “Now, let the magic of inspiration begin…”

Then, he increased the speed of his fall by himself, overcoming gravity, and changed direction. His body shone like a meteorite in the sky, leaving a curiously green trail, which barely contrasted against the orange tone of the sky. Then, he wrote again:

Dan fell on a quilt that cushioned his fall and made him bounce towards Julian.

And just as his words described, when he reached ground level, he found a soft surface that deformed over time, although more and more slowly. As soon as the deformation stopped, the surface widened, and Dan flew out again, although at a lower height than before.

Julian took off his work apron, took his things, and said goodbye to his coworkers. He left the establishment and began to walk towards his house. With his gaze lost and his lips stretched out to the sides, he could not hide the tiredness reflected on his face, accompanied by a hint of disappointment, as if he had wished for something that did not come true. However, that did not make him any less attractive; in fact, it gave him a cool aura as he walked, although he was not aware of it.

He was so absorbed that he did not realize that something was approaching him from the sky. That object, which was more like a being, seemed to describe a parabolic trajectory that, imminently, would meet the walking man.

It was not until an inevitable closeness that Julian looked up and was petrified. By the time his brain processed that something was approaching him, this something had already collided with him. In an almost cartoonish way, Julian and the being rolled on the floor in a tornado, moving quickly, until they entered through a window.

As they fell, the tornado stopped, and they were both posing as if they had just finished dancing. Julian was looking at the stars around him, in the traditionally feminine position, while the other person, Dan, whose suit had changed to a formal version of his previous attire, looked at him with desire while holding him sweetly.

“Bonsoir, mon amour,” Dan told him with a smile. At that moment, Julian returned to normal and focused on the handsome man with a green face and red eyes who was speaking to him. “I don’t need to ask you how you are, because you have me here.”

Julian was extremely confused.

“Wh-who are you? And where are we?” He asked with a hint of nervousness, although his gaze could not be taken away from the hypnotic colors of both the bright red eyes and the rubbery green skin of his interlocutor.

“Ton admirer secret, my love,” Dan replied and, after a giggle, he spun Julian around as if it were a dance step.

By the time Julian turned around, Dan pulled out his notebook and wrote. The room they were in had a different look, similar to a fancy restaurant, with dim lighting provided by a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a table with a white tablecloth on which a candle, some flowers, and several plates of food were placed.

Then, Dan gave Julian a little push and he fell into one of the chairs, while Dan sat in the other, in front of him.

“I still don’t know what’s going on… or who you are…” Dan said, somewhat stunned by the acts of magic that were happening before his eyes.

“Oh, silly, silly, isn’t this clear? What better than a romantic dinner to celebrate love?”

“What love?” Julian asked with his heart racing.

“Well, the one I have for you. You have been the source of my inspiration, and being with you is not the reason for my blockages,” he said with manual flourishes before serving himself a little of everything and eating it all in one bite, surprising Julian. “A whole river of emotions from the moment I saw you in the cafeteria and my pen refused to write because you weren’t with me.”

Something clicked in Julian’s mind, and he remembered his dear writer friend, whom he just happened to want to see that day.

“Daniel! But how?”

“Stop the questions and eat dinner, it tastes better warm!”

And Julian tried a little of everything and was fascinated to see that it was exquisite. After several minutes of dinner, Dan wrote even more in the notebook, and both were teleported to Julian’s bedroom. Julian was lying on the bed, and in front of him, standing, was Dan, leaving his torso bare. His head looked different, though: while it still had its rubbery green color, it was shaped like a cartoon dog, its eyes shining with excitement.

“It's Love Time!! DIVE, DIVE, DIVE!!” he shouted before launching himself towards Julian. Julian dodged him by stepping aside, but Dan did not give up and stretched out his arms to keep him still and planted a few kisses on him. Julian grabbed Dan's face to prevent those fleshy green lips from making contact with his own.

Nevertheless, it happened: Dan managed to kiss Julian with a passion that even Julian could not resist. It was addictive, and how their feelings and sensations were shared and strengthened with each second.

Dan remained on top of Julian, joining their bodies while their lips remained together. Immersed in pleasure, Julian moved his hands behind Dan's head. Julian noticed the viscous consistency of Dan's skin, like a foreign substance that was superimposed, and, when moving his hands a little more, he felt a fissure. Instinctively, Julian pulled.

Tornadoes formed around Daniel's body as the slimy skin peeled off of Daniel, deforming and becoming more rigid as Daniel's head came into view.

After a few seconds, they both pulled away, breaking the kiss. Daniel was pulled away from the mask and fell on top of Julian, panting. At first, Daniel was disoriented: How the hell had he gotten home, if he was in the park? But noticing Julian's presence and the mask made him blush deeply.

“Wh-wh-what the hell did I do? I'm such a disgrace…” Daniel moaned. He wanted the Earth to swallow him up and spit him out in another country. He was about to get out of bed, but Julian stopped him.

“Hey, uh… I don't think it was that bad,” he said with a smile, and Daniel was a little calmer, although no less embarrassed. “I wouldn't have known you liked me…”

Then, to Daniel's surprise, Julian kissed him.

“I was always s-s-scared to tell you anything…” Daniel said blushing, and he lay down on the side of the bed. “Many times, like today, I had writer’s block because of it.”

“Well… now I can listen to all the stories you have in mind. We can start from now, if you want, without any extraneous interventions…” Julian added and tried to get up to put the mask away.

However, Julian did not coordinate his movements well and fell back onto the bed. The mask slipped from his fingers and fell on his head, almost as if on purpose.

“But what…?!” Julian shouted, but the mask had already begun its actions, so Julian moaned uncontrollably.

His first instinct was to try to pull the mask off, but like a fierce warrior, it would not be defeated by the man's tugs and pulls. Julian moaned and kicked; however, the mask covered more and more of his skin.

Daniel was petrified. He had a strong impulse to help Julian free himself from the mask, but Julian's deep voice as he moaned, the erotic way the mask extended the tentacles of its edge to cover more of his head, and above all, the prospect of the result of his transformation, were subconscious reasons why Daniel could not move: his eyes only watched the person he loved being consumed by the power of the mask, and a blush crossed his cheeks when he realized how hard both his own cock and Julian's were.

At that moment, the mask had already covered Julian's entire head, and his moans became slower and longer, while the agitation of his body due to nerves and desperation slowed down and gave way to sexual movements, the result of a feeling of pleasure that could not be released.

So Julian's costume was torn apart at the same time that all the muscles in his body grew in size, hardness, and attractiveness. His skin took on a more tanned tone, like someone who spends the day at the beach seeking the lascivious glances of others, and the mask took on a brighter green tone while a new head took shape.

In the blink of an eye, Daniel was able to admire the new green-headed Julian.

“I FEEL DIVINE!” Julian, now Jules, said in a deep voice as he ran his thick hands over his new, defined muscles. “THIS IS BETTER THAN I IMAGINED! NO REASON YOU WERE SO CRAZY!” he added with a huge level of ecstasy and flexed his muscles.

Daniel was gaping, a string of drool threatening to fall from his lips. Jules, extremely pleased with the reaction he was provoking in the writer, snapped his fingers. Daniel’s clothes were erased and, naked, he was magically pushed up and fell on top of Jules so that he was able to feel Jules’s pecs and muscles. Jules then brought his thick hands up to Daniel’s head and kissed him with the same level or even more passion than Dan had shown his old self.

“HOW ABOUT WE SPEND THE NIGHT?” Jules proposed, raising her eyebrows. “I ASSURE YOU, A LITTLE LOVE WILL GIVE YOU INSPIRATION,” she added before kissing him again.

And needless to say, they had quite an inspiring night of passion.

[yisony07]

The boyfriend instead

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pics.

Since the afternoon the mask had entered Hunter and Quentin's lives, their lives had taken an exciting turn. The first time they had encountered it was during their vacation. While Quentin prepared a few drinks and sandwiches for both of them, Hunter floated peacefully in the pool, near the edge. He enjoyed the sun's warmth, the feeling of the water on his arms and legs, and the tranquility of not having any responsibilities, at least during those days.

Then, Hunter felt something cold and hard touch his feet. At first, he thought it was the edge of the pool, but when he opened his eyes, he found a mask floating in the water.

“Wow… What is this doing here?” He asked himself, turning around and taking the mask.

Then, he held it up to the sun. A faint greenish glow crossed the surface, giving it a mystical air, especially because of the brevity of the effect. Hunter, completely fascinated, felt his breathing stop for an instant. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice his grip slowly relaxing. In the blink of an eye, the mask slipped from his fingers and, in a soft but inevitable fall, ended up adjusting against his face.

“What…?!” he barely managed to say.

Suddenly, the mask seemed to come to life, and from its edges, it extended some thick, almost sticky tendrils, which clung to Hunter's face and began to expand fiercely. At the same time, a light greenish gas emanated from it, which soon entered his nostrils.

Hunter acted immediately and brought his hands to his head to try to get it off of him while he kicked non-stop, splashing a lot of water and causing a lot of noise. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the mask, and little by little it covered his entire head.

“BAABE, HEHHHH….!” he could barely scream, as his lips were sealed by the mask. The smell became more penetrating, and Hunter felt that everything was getting blurrier and more diffuse, he had trouble breathing and all he heard was the creaking of the mask. Then, under the action of the mask, his body came out of the float and fell into the water with a splash.

Then, a green light momentarily shone from the bottom of the pool and a huge whirlpool formed with all the water, spinning violently like a dangerous sea.

Quentin didn't notice anything, because he had headphones on while he was preparing the sandwiches. And, conveniently, the whirlpool of water stopped just when Quentin finished and took off his headphones. Carrying a tray that had a plate with sandwiches, a jug of lemonade, and two glasses, he reached the pool.

An unusual smell invaded him and left him strange. It was a strange aroma, although not unpleasant, that reminded him a lot of flowers, but also of…

“Babe! There you are! “You were taking forever with the snacks and I already missed you,” said a familiar voice, albeit with a more playful tone.

As Quentin approached the pool, he came across a naked figure watching him intently.

“What the f—?” Quentin asked, with a slowness proportional to his stupefaction, which was such that he couldn’t help but drop the tray. However, when he realized that he didn’t hear the sound of breaking glass, he looked down.

A hand was holding the tray like a professional waiter. Quentin noticed the arm and, following it with his eyes, he realized that the green-headed man’s arm had extended as if by magic.

“Don’t drop the food, silly,” he said with a giggle and threw the tray into the sky.

The tray fell onto a table, which had appeared out of nowhere, undamaged and even with a small jar of flowers, which improved the decoration. Then, with a twist, the green-headed man was with his lips a hand’s length away from Quentin’s.

“Come on, you’re too still, let’s have some fun already, babe!” he added almost like a child who couldn’t suppress how excited he was, and kissed him. For a split second, Quentin resisted, but it was as if, at the touch, a spark ignited and he recognized his lover, as well as unconsciously answered the question of how.

“I can do whatever I want!” he said, turning into a ball and bouncing around for a few seconds before returning to face his boyfriend and kissing him. “And we’re going to take advantage of it…”

And his words were not an exaggeration at all. In the weeks and months that followed, the mask proved to be a complete blessing in solving all kinds of problems. Hunter used it to make any repairs around the house, create food so he didn’t have to go shopping, provide entertainment, and most of all, for the bed.

It was the one of the two who used it, and he grew fond of it. It had come in very handy when, on their anniversary, he and Quentin had decided to spend a few days at a hotel near the beach, but when they arrived, the room was worse than they expected.

As Quentin left to complain, the mask fell upon Hunter unexpectedly. When Quentin returned defeated at the prospect of improvement, he found a room much better than before and knew instantly that it had been the mask's doing.

And sure enough, when he reached the large bed, he found his masked lover looking at him lustfully.

“All set and ready for you, sweetheart,” Masked Hunter said and teased Quentin with his dick.

Quentin, with a little smile, went up to him and, after a delicious kiss, got down so he could suck that cock, which under the effects of the mask offered an aphrodisiac experience.

In fact, the experience in bed was one of the most benefited by the magic of the mask. Kisses that tasted like glory, a huge cock, the ability to recreate any scene as if they were a porn company… Hunter and Quentin were more than lucky. However, only Hunter used it.

From time to time he begged Quentin to try it, but he refused and looked at the mask with a grimace of subtle and polite cringe, so Hunter, resigned, remained the only user of the mask, always leaving it stored in the closet every day when he went to work or was away from home and did not find it appropriate to wear it.

They lived like this for weeks and months…

In which the mask would occasionally shine near Quentin.

Usually, after a wild love encounter with the mask, the room the next day was a mess with a pile of clothes lying everywhere. And on one of those afternoons after a green morning, Hunter was out at a work meeting, while Quentin stayed home.

When Quentin was about to pick up the clothes, he received a call. It was Hunter, who wanted to make a video call. When Quentin answered, he immediately noticed that Hunter was in the car.

“Isn’t it a little dangerous to make a call while you’re driving?”

“What’s up, babe? The streets are empty today, there won’t be a problem,” Hunter replied with a smile. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Well, I just pick up things around here,” Quentin replied folding a few pants. “Our moments with the mask are very exciting, but we left a mess,” he added as he put away a few clothes, and Hunter laughed again.

The couple continued to chat as Hunter walked closer to home for several minutes.

Quentin only had a couple of shirts left when Hunter said,

“Yeah, he’s just a turn away.”

“Great…!” Quentin said as he picked up a shirt to fold it, “What the…?!” he barely screamed.

The mask had come off the shirt and fell on his head. The mask, as expected, began to extend its tentacles. Due to the surprise and struggle, Quentin dropped the phone.

“Quentin!” Hunter screamed, who only saw the white ceiling and the shadow of his lover struggling. However, Hunter couldn’t help but blow his hardened bulge, as Quentin’s soft moans could be heard clearly. “Oh, love…” Hunter moaned as he rounded a corner. Then, he saw a green light illuminate his screen.

Quentin did his best as he struggled against the mask, but by the time he stumbled onto the bed, it had already managed to cover his head.

Still, he kept scratching and pulling at the mask, creating cracks that lit up green. Quentin did not want to be dominated by the mask, so much so that he continued to fight and resist, even though it was clear that there was little left to do but submit and give way to the tornado. But Quentin was still there, moaning and struggling.

The mask, sensing the mental resistance of its soon-to-be user, began to show an energy that entered through his pores until it reached his veins so that it quickly spread throughout his body. Quentin felt more relaxed, with less desire to fight, and he also noticed the vibration that was taking place in the area of ​​his crotch, under his pants. Then, he loosened his grip on the mask and brought them to his pants, which contracted and expanded, accompanied by sweet and woody sounds, as if they were also an extension of the mask. Then Quentin's cock, small compared to Hunter's, grew to a large size, and with a loud moan of pleasure from Quentin, a jet of cum came out and reached his phone, so that Hunter, at the height of ecstasy, noticed it. But with the cum, the call ended, and Hunter stepped on the accelerator because he was eager to know what his lover would become.

Hunter almost ran out of the car, went inside, and reached his room. As soon as he arrived, he found a green-faced figure, who looked at him with desire.

“Fuck yeah…!” Quentin said, green-faced, who immediately jumped up and Hunter suddenly found himself on the bed, naked, and Quentin fell on top of him, grabbing his arms.

Then, Quentin extended a long tongue and licked Hunter’s lips, kissing him with a lot of saliva and showing a desire that he had never let out before. He rubbed his cock against Hunter’s, and, like an addict, he did not stop kissing him and tasting him, and Hunter was not going to complain at all about receiving so much affection.

“This is better than I thought!” Quentin exclaimed, flexing his arms, and they expanded into huge, hard muscles. “If I had known before… but now, get ready, love, we are going to make the most of the time,” he said to Hunter.

And Quentin used his new powers to make that night unforgettable.

[yisony07]

Quiet Marvel - Part I

Thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic

The sky was unashamedly a mixture of hues as the sun set and the wind blew softly. A young man walked aimlessly, perhaps enjoying some fresh air to clear his mind.

Arnold had never had many problems in his life: he had average grades in school and college, he had a group of friends and he even got along well with his parents and siblings. However, even though he considered his life to be good compared to others, privileged in many cases, there was always a little detail that made the picture of his life not so perfect: his homosexuality.

Even with the tolerance of the subject that there has been in recent years, Arnold never had the confidence to reveal that he liked other men. He never found the right moment or words and when asked about a girlfriend, he replied that he preferred to focus on his studies.

“Will I be single?” he asked himself in a whisper, while still walking slowly, and remembered the nights when he watched romantic porn and fantasized about the moment when he could have something like that.

A sigh came out of his lips. At that moment, Arnold felt the vibration of his phone, so he took it out.  It was a message from one of his friends:

Hey, Arn, come to Alex's house now. The rest of us are here, hurry up!

After thinking about it quickly, he decided to go. I'll have nothing to lose, he thought before sending an affirmative reply and heading there.

He didn't even have to knock on the door as soon as he arrived, as it was open. Upon entering, he immediately noticed the music at an acceptable volume, people dancing, chatting, or eating, and the decoration somewhat altered, as the result of a few crazy hours. Arnold didn't have enough time to glimpse more details of the house, as someone caught his attention.

“Hey, Arnold!” said a man his age with red hair and glasses. “We were expecting you, buddy.”

“Morgan!” said Arnold and greeted him with a handshake.

“Come on, the others are desperate,” he said and pulled him along.  “We’re going to play Super Smash and we were missing a player…”

When Arnold arrived, he was warmly greeted by the rest of the group. They handed him a game controller and Arnold began to select a character. As he did so, he realized that there were eight players, but his group of friends plus himself were seven in total.

“Hey… who’s the other one?” asked Arnold when he chose a character.

“Oh, right…” said Alex, a black-haired man with gray eyes. “This is Manny, we studied the same career.”

It took Arnold a while to turn his head in Alex’s direction, and he was speechless.

And apparently, he had provoked the same reaction in Manny, as they both noticed the other's blush when they stopped looking at each other. The games went on as normal with shouting and drinking, and it was clear that both Manny and Arnold weren't the best at playing individually (since they were the first ones to be eliminated), but as a team, they blew everyone away. 

“It was a good game,” said Richard, a blond, putting down the controller. “Shall we get more drinks, guys?”

“Yeah, there's more in the fridge,” said Alex, and the young men got up to go to the kitchen, leaving Manny and Arnold on their own. 

“So… Arnold, right? I didn't assume you were good at these kinds of games,” said Manny, and Arnold sensed that he wanted to start a conversation instead of resorting to small talk. 

“Yeah, I don't play much really…”

And the two boys started talking. At first, they went for video games, but then, after Manny went out for some drinks, they went through their lives, their dreams and Arnold ended up finding that Manny had the same doubts, the same desires… and the same passions. Arnold couldn’t help but feel a little horny with Manny's smile and charisma, and apparently, Manny felt the same toward him.

“So… what do you think? Shall we take the next step?” Manny proposed, but before Arnold could answer, Manny took his hand and led him with him to the farthest guest room in the house. When they entered, Manny locked the door. 

“Are you sure we won’t be interrupted?” Arnold asked nervously. 

“Don’t worry, Alex lets me have the room when we stay overnight doing homework or projects,” Manny answered. He grabbed Arnold by the shoulders and planted a succulent kiss on his lips. 

It was one of the most addictive sensations Arnold had ever experienced.  When their lips met, he felt an electric shock run through his body, and his hands went to Manny's face, seeking to maintain and strengthen the kiss.

Arnold was inexperienced in kissing, but that didn't bother Manny at all. However, when Manny's hands moved under Arnold's shirt, he gently pushed him away.

“I wouldn't want them to find out about this... at least not yet,” Arnold said, his feelings running high.

“Don't worry, they won't find out,” Manny assured him, and he resumed the kiss and the groping.

They both moaned and sank deeper and deeper into pleasure. They ended up near the bed, where Manny, with a gentle push, made Arnold sit on the edge of it and unbuttoned and removed his pants so that Manny was able to admire Arnold's hardened cock. Arnold was bright red with embarrassment, yet excited for what was to come.

 Manny placed a few kisses around Arnold's cock before taking it into his mouth. Arnold moaned, closing his eyes, and put his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. Manny took hold of the dick, sucking on it like a tasty lollipop. Then, Manny looked up and noticed that Arnold kept his eyes closed.

As he sucked, Manny reached into the nearby area under the couch and pulled out a piece of wood.

For a few seconds, he removed Arnold's cock from his mouth, put the mask on, and resumed sucking. 

The mask offered a grip on his face as firm and sensual as the one he gave to Arnold's meat. The thick tendrils that sprouted from its rim extended and clung tightly to Manny's face.

Within seconds, the mask completely covered Manny’s head. 

“Almost there…” Arnold moaned, on the verge of ecstasy, and brought his hands up to Manny’s head to stroke it. But such was Manny’s skill with his dick, that Arnold was not surprised by the rubbery nature of ‘Manny’s hair’, and pulled on it. Manny moaned even louder at the tugs, though they were muffled by the cock in his mouth, and the throat movements it elicited were heaven to Arnold. 

Then, without another warning, Arnold cummed. At that moment he no longer felt the warmth of Manny’s mouth, but instead a rush of air, as if a fan had been turned on in his direction. Opening his eyes, Arnold was shocked, as a tornado was spinning in front of him.

Then, the tornado stopped on the floor, and the figure inside appeared sitting. Arnold's cock hardened again when he saw him.

“Looks like your friend is eager for more, doesn’t he, sweetheart?” said the masked Manny in a deeper voice than before. Then, he picked up Arnold and threw him on the bed before climbing in himself. The bed dipped a little due to the weight. “Well, get ready, the show is just beginning.” 

And the couple found themselves involved in acts that went beyond what can be told in this anecdote.

[yisony07]

The Tomb

Thanks to the person who gave me the idea and @greenface94 for the masked pics.

Story started with AI and then finished and edited by me.

Archaeologist Daniel and his friend Roberto walked carefully through the narrow, dusty entrance to the ancient temple they had found after weeks of excavation. The excitement of a new find drove them, though the thick air and darkness of the place suggested it hadn’t been disturbed for centuries. The torches they carried barely illuminated the intricate carvings on the walls, filled with symbols and warnings in a language they hadn’t fully deciphered yet.

“This place is amazing,” Roberto commented, admiring the inscriptions. “But we should be careful. Something tells me this isn’t just an ordinary tomb.”

Daniel nodded, but curiosity was stronger than any warning. They came to a central chamber, where a huge stone slab seemed to have been strategically placed on the floor, right in front of what looked like a sealed stone chest.

“Look at this, it looks like… some kind of altar,” Daniel said as he stepped forward, unable to resist the pull of the unknown.

His boots clattered on the floor as he accidentally stepped on a slab that looked out of place. Suddenly, a dull sound reverberated throughout the chamber, and the stone chest began to slowly rise from the ground, emitting an ancient creaking sound. Roberto, who was watching with wide eyes, took a few steps back.

“Daniel, be careful,” he warned, his voice shaking slightly.

But Daniel was mesmerized. The chest opened on its own with an agonizing groan, revealing a dark interior, deep as an abyss. He leaned forward, trying to see what was inside, but there was nothing. However, for a moment he thought he saw a faint greenish glow.

“There’s nothing here…” he muttered, but before he could take a step back, something cold and slimy surrounded his head from within the chest.

“Daniel!” Roberto screamed, paralyzed with terror.

Whatever had grabbed him, pulled him with superhuman strength. Daniel could barely resist as his entire body was sucked into the chest. He screamed, but his screams were soon mixed with a strange sensation, something he had never felt before: an intense, intoxicating pleasure coursing through his body. His body shook uncontrollably, and his legs, still hanging outside the chest, flailed violently. The muscles in his body tensed and contracted with each wave of pleasure that shook him from within.

Roberto, petrified and helpless, watched as Daniel sank deeper and deeper into the chest, while deep, shuddering moans escaped his lips. The sound of his friend caught between suffering and ecstasy echoed in the empty chamber.

Finally, Daniel's body disappeared completely into the abyss of the chest, which slammed shut. But it didn't stay silent. The chest began to shake as if something inside it was struggling to get out, bouncing up and down, while the echo of Daniel's moans grew louder. The chest rumbled loudly, shaking with each shudder of pleasure that came from within. The voice of Daniel's moans echoed against the walls of the chamber, and Roberto couldn't help but rub his semi-hardened bulge, as it seemed as if he were listening to a porn movie.

Then, without warning, a blast of wind erupted into the chamber. A tornado of greenish energy erupted from the chest, filling the space and pushing Roberto against the wall. 

When the wind cleared, Daniel was standing in the center of the chamber, but he was no longer the same. His face was green, like a second layer of rubbery skin, and his body radiated dangerous energy in the form of a greenish gas, a combination of power and something else... an insatiable desire. His eyes, now glowing a deep red, rested on Roberto, and then, he smiled.

“It’s really hot in here, don’t you think?” asked ‘Daniel’ with a more comical and seductive tone than his voice had sounded before. Then, he took a rope out of his pockets and threw it at Roberto, surrounding him. Then, he spun him around, and Roberto spun quickly several times, ending up against one of the walls. As soon as he stopped, ‘Daniel’ put his leg against the same wall, next to Roberto. He was shirtless, and he gave his friend a look that conveyed more than anything he could say; still, he spoke: “Oh, it’s just you, Rob, that makes me hot…”

Roberto didn’t know how to respond, but he couldn’t deny that his friend’s changes were more attractive to him and he felt like it. The gas that ‘Daniel’ was giving off entered Roberto and clouded his judgment, so much so that when ‘Daniel’ ventured to kiss him, he didn’t resist, but instead he responded as if he had always wanted it. “But what about the expedition?” Roberto asked once they separated due to lack of water.

“Well, what do you think if we prepare a new expedition?” replied ‘Daniel’, he separated from Roberto, spun in a tornado throughout the room and it was converted into a room, similar to those in a motel. Then, ‘Daniel’ used his whip to take Roberto to the bed and then stood at the edge of it, so that both were able to see each other in all their splendor. “Now, let’s explore our bodies together, okay?” he proposed before throwing himself on Roberto to have fun.

[yisony07]

Love Protection

Masked picture made by @bigheadtf.

Made with a pinch of AI, rewritten and finished by me.

Xavier wasn't aware he was pacing back and forth in his house's living room. He had been noticing for weeks that something wasn't right with Axel, his husband. Axel was a somewhat jovial man, and although he wasn't the most extroverted, he used to brighten up the afternoons with his presence; however, lately, he came home from work feeling listless, with his shoulders slumped and his gaze lost. Every time Xavier tried to talk about it, Axel dismissed it, saying it was just tiredness or stress. But Xavier couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else behind it.

Just that day, Axel had forgotten to bring the lunch that Xavier had lovingly prepared for him. He had made his favorite food, thinking it might cheer him up a bit.

Maybe… thought Xavier, without stopping his movements, if I bring him lunch, I could take advantage of it to see if something strange happens there, he decided with more courage than his nerves could show.

Then, plucking up his courage, he prepared the lunch box and, shortly before noon, he left for his husband's work. He knew that no one there knew him, since Axel preferred to keep his personal life separate from work. It would be the perfect opportunity to observe what was happening without raising suspicions.

It didn't take long for Xavier to arrive at the building. When he entered, he found a room with white and gray walls. The place seemed quiet, with employees coming and going, not paying much attention to his presence. With a serious face and lunch in hand, he entered the lobby, politely asking for Axel's office. An employee showed him the address and, as he walked through the halls, he noticed the atmosphere. Everything seemed normal until he reached the area where his husband worked.

The murmurs began to be heard. Although they didn't recognize Xavier, some of his coworkers were talking in mocking tones.

“Did you see him today?” a woman said from her desk. “Axel seemed weirder than usual. I don't know how he can keep coming here after all.”

“You just don't understand…” said another man with a cruel laugh. “It must be hard for someone like him, you know... with his 'faggotness'.”

What?! thought Xavier and hid behind one of the flower pots to hear better.

“I mean, if he wasn't here, maybe he'd be there as a prostitute or in those sleazy 'jobs' as a drug dealer or who knows what…” said another while making some copies on the photocopier.

“Yeah... although I heard the boss has gotten tired of him too... maybe we'll get rid of him sooner than we think,” added another, and everyone listening couldn't help but giggle.

Everyone, except Xavier.

He felt his blood run cold when he heard that. Anger began to boil inside him, but he tried to keep calm as he quietly emerged from his hiding place and continued walking.

Arriving at Axel's office, he found him in a scene he didn't like very much.

“I only asked you to send the cancellation message to the McCallister company, not the McCallium one, you moron!” a man in a black suit shouted sternly, and Xavier assumed that this must be Axel's boss. “If I hadn't called by chance, you would have cost us millions in losses and we would have gone bankrupt!! You faggots really are idiots…” he whispered at the end, but both Axel and Xavier heard him clearly.

Xavier could see Axel's teary eyes. Xavier's heart tightened at the sight. He wanted to go in and give that bastard a few punches, and also the other employees for destroying his beloved's joy.

“Prepare the monthly reports! Let’s see if you’re even good at that… And I want them by this afternoon!” said the boss before turning around and heading for the door. Xavier had hidden himself among some filing cabinets, so the boss didn’t notice him when he left.

Axel sat in front of his computer, working in silence for a few seconds, but then he got up and, with tears in his eyes, quickly went to the bathroom.

Xavier couldn’t bear it. First he placed the lunch box on Axel’s desk and left the building as soon as possible, because he thought that if he did something at that moment it could be worse for his husband. However, he had a clear purpose in his mind: he was going to do something about it. He would not allow his husband, the person he loved most in the world, to continue suffering in silence.

The way back home was slower and longer than at the beginning, although his mind took advantage of the opportunity to plot ideas for his revenge: How would he make those coworkers pay for what they were doing to Axel?

It was at that moment, as his thoughts spiraled, that something on the ground caught his eye. To one side of the sidewalk, almost hidden among some bushes, was a strange mask. It was not something you saw every day: it was ancient, with a seemingly simple design and nothing in particular beyond how strange its presence was.

Xavier, forcing himself to calm down so he wouldn't do something crazy, decided to bend down and pick it up.

“You'd look good with the other trinckets…” Xavier said, as if he were talking to the mask directly. However, there was something about it that calmed him down, so he decided to continue on his way home.

Although he never noticed the glow it gave off.

It was just after noon when Xavier arrived home. He, without thinking much about it, left the mask on the table, and he didn't remember it until he sat down to eat, when he saw it there, held by the vase, and with the holes facing him, as if the mask was staring at him.

With each spoonful he put into his mouth, Xavier couldn't help but feel restless. He believed it was due to his husband's situation, so he kept thinking of ideas not only to help him, but also to make others pay. Each idea he hatched was discarded by some physical or legal impossibility. Xavier stood like that while he ate, washed the dishes, and finished tidying up the house, but nothing worked.

“Is this how things will be?” he asked out loud. “Oh, Axel…”

Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw a faint greenish glow. As he raised his head in that direction, he found the mask.

No, Xavier thought, it couldn't be...

He got up from his seat and walked over to the mask. For some reason, the feeling of unease only increased as he got closer to it. As he took it, he turned it over, and a very strange glow appeared on it.

“Impossible…” Xavier whispered, almost in a daze.

His mind began to be bombarded by everything that worried him: Axel, his coworkers, his boss, his own desires for revenge, his own desires to make his husband feel better, the shine of the mask… it was like a film tape that ran at high speed, alternating between sensorially stimulating images. His gaze was fixed on the mask, and yet he couldn’t pay attention to it, to the point where he didn’t notice the drops of sweat running down his face to the surface of the mask…

Or that he was bringing it closer to his face.

Then, when the mask was a few centimeters from his face, it jumped towards him.

“Shit!” Xavier screamed as he felt the contact of the mask, which clung to his skin as if a million pins were sticking into it, and Xavier moaned in pain as it began to expand, rubbing the wood against him, as if the pins were creating invisible scars between his pores.

The thick tendrils grew and advanced violently, grabbing his hair, pulling his ears, pinching his cheeks… Xavier quickly brought his hands to his face and grabbed some pieces of the mask as best he could, but as he pulled and pulled, he either moaned in pain because the mask was so embedded in him that doing so seemed to tear off his own skin, or he groaned because the wood, which took on a rubbery consistency like slime, was escaping between his fingers.

Xavier was gasping for air, his heart beating a million times, all his hair standing on end and his muscles tense. He struggled and kicked, but the mask managed to encompass more and more. He didn't realize how much he was moving, and ended up tripping and falling to the ground. His body kicked as if a demon was possessing him. The mask attacked and covered more and more, but Xavier didn't give up, he couldn't...

However, when he managed to get up, he realized: the mask had closed.

Even so, he tried to shake his head so that the mask would fall off, but it didn't work. His mind repeated the images with greater intensity and he felt how little by little a new feeling surfaced over all of that: as if the mask radiated something that increased his vigor, that broke the chains of his decency and gave free rein to his darkest thoughts, those linked to the most primitive part of him, the one that only had one mission: to protect Axel. When he thought about it, he felt his cock grow: what he wanted was to protect him. Xavier felt disgusted with himself, with how easily he accepted his new situation and how simple it had been to defeat him, so he made a last effort to take it off, but it was in vain. The mask did not move an inch: on the contrary, he felt as if he was touching his own skin, as if there was not a thick layer of rubbery wood, but that his dermis had increased without him knowing it.

“No…!” he moaned, with a mixture of passion for the energy that invaded him and desperation for what was coming. He felt heat run through his body, and one of his hands, against his will, stopped touching his head and opened his shirt to caress his torso. “No…!” Xavier moaned again, who was crying from the pain and yet he liked it. Then, a black and opaque cloud formed above him. Xavier was still moving violently. He did not know how much more he could endure. The cloud began to surround him and was covering him little by little. “NOOOOOOOOO!!!” Xavier screamed as the cloud completely covered him.

The black cloud moved and shimmered as if a storm was threatening. Occasionally, the silhouette of a figure could be glimpsed, growing larger each time the light inside it became bright enough, until the glow ceased and the silhouette was no longer visible.

Then, the cloud slowly moved to one of the chairs and twisted, as if the body inside it was sitting down. The cloud vibrated and began to shrink. It turned out that the figure inside it was breathing it in, and the cloud disappeared when the figure inhaled it completely, exhaling only a mouthful of air.

The figure looked intimidating, with a green face that screamed “power” instantly, and a muscular, attractive body that, at least the torso, did not leave much to the imagination.

That man, almost as a reflex, hit the armrest with his fist, and a shock wave made the table, the plates, the shelves and everything else in the room break in half, leaving a light cloud of dust on the floor. He couldn't help but feel powerful, bold, with the ability to put the world under his feet...

And that's what he was going to do.

"Time to make those bastards pay..." he said in a deep voice before getting up and leaving the house, and each step he took caused a slight earthquake.

Axel walked with his eyes on the ground, holding his lunch box tightly, as if it could serve as a shield, although deep down, he knew that nothing could help him. The only thing that gave him momentary relief was getting to his office and continuing with his work, but if he was honest, he didn't know how much longer he could bear it all.

“Hey, Fag-xel!” said one of his colleagues and ‘accidentally’ spilled some of his coffee on Axel's shirt. “Oh, sorry… but look on the bright side, it fits you perfectly now,” he added before leaving.

Axel continued walking without giving it any thought, although he couldn't stop hearing the laughter and whispers of his colleagues.

“Because Fag-xel cried in front of the boss, didn't you know? I really don't know how he can still be here..."

"Oh, Fag-xel, he and his kind should be born straight into hell, if they're going to end up there anyway..."

"I don't know if it was a good idea to hire Fag-xel... did you know that the McCalliums are against those "preferences"? If they found out he was here..."

Axel pretended to ignore them, but when he got to his office, he couldn't take it anymore. He locked the door, sat down at his desk, and did nothing to stop the tears from coming out.

His colleagues, on the other hand, continued laughing behind his back.

"Well... anyway, maybe if something bad happens the boss can use it as an excuse to fire him..."

Then, everyone in the office felt one tremor after another, as if something extremely heavy was approaching. A figure of great build entered and, for a moment, everyone's gaze was filled with nerves when they noticed the strange green head of the newcomer. “You will leave Axel alone, you bunch of fuckers,” the green-headed man declared in a threatening tone, and his gaze took on a reddish glow for a few seconds. “And you will stop insulting him or calling him names, understood?”

One of the workers, offended, stood up to him.

“And who the fuck do you think you are to tell us what to do?” he shouted.

The green-headed figure remained impassive. He raised his hand and pointed a finger at the man who spoke to him. Then, with a thumb gesture, a shot rang out and the man fell to the ground with a bleeding wound on his arm.

The other workers were petrified for a few seconds before they began to scream and try to escape, but the figure, still unfazed, pointed at everyone who ran. The sound of the screams was drowned out by the shots and the pools of blood. Everyone received a shot in the arm, in the leg… always in a painful place, but not fatal. The figure walked among the bodies of those shot while still firing at those who had not yet received their just deserts.

On the other hand, Axel was finishing stapling the pages of the report. He hadn't stopped crying, but he was still at work, so he couldn't let go of his responsibilities. He ignored the chaos happening outside a few hallways, and concentrated on making sure the report was flawless. Once he was done, he stood up, took the report, and went to his boss's office, which he could access through a door separate from the rest of the building.

Axel knocked on the door and after a "Come in," he entered and nervously presented the report to his boss.

The man adjusted his glasses and began to read the pages of the report. With each passing second, his face took on a more and more grim expression.

"You're such a fool!" the boss shouted and forcefully threw the report on the desk. "How blind do you have to be to do this shit and pretend it's a job well done?! Are you faggots retarded?! Since when did we have million-dollar losses?!”

And the boss continued to yell and scold Axel, and each word was like a dagger that threatened to kill Axel's soul. He had tears in his eyes like the water in a dam before the doors opened.

“You know what?!” the boss shouted, grabbed the report and threw it hard at Axel, hitting him in the face. “You're fired, you moron! Go away!” And he was about to grab another object and throw it at him, but when he touched it, the object shattered.

Both the boss and Axel looked at the door, and the green-headed figure was standing under the threshold, looking with its reddish eyes that radiated hatred in the direction of the boss.

“You… will not… harm… my beloved…” said the figure and, before Axel's astonished gaze, threw a knife that fell on one of the boss's shoulders, who screamed and, bleeding, fell on his desk hyperventilating. The figure then approached him and picked him up like a feather. Then, it took his damaged limb and twisted him into a ball. “Always stomping on others like they were gum, aren’t you? Let’s see if you like being one!” it added before throwing him towards one of the walls.

The boss bounced off the walls of the office, leaving a blood stain with each crash, before exiting through the window.

Axel’s eyes were wide with fear and he started to walk backwards when the figure’s red eyes looked at him and the figure started to walk towards him.

“P-please…” Axel said between stutters, with a few tears coming out of his eyes.

But then, Axel crashed into a wall and had nowhere to go. The figure approached him.

“Please… don’t hurt me…” Axel begged and more tears came out.

The figure moved one of its hands and placed it on Axel’s face. At first he flinched, but was surprised when the figure caressed him, wiping away his tears.

“I would never hurt you, my love…” the figure said, removing his hand.

Axel glanced at him and recognized the ring on that hand.

“X-xav? But how?”

“I saw how these bastards treat you…” Xav replied, and his deep voice gave Axel some comfort. “Axel… you know you can count on me. I won’t let them hurt you… or don’t you trust me?”

Axel didn’t need more to throw himself into the arms of the green-headed man and cry. Xav carried him bridal style and, while his beloved cried, walked out of the building. Axel could see out of the corner of his eye the blood and damage his coworkers had on the floor, but he couldn’t care; he had already endured too much to feel empathy for them. When Xav reached the door, he radiated an aura that caused the cameras to be damaged and erased the information, and people's memories to be altered.

Axel and Xav arrived at their house, which seemed spotless. Xav left Axel on the bed and he realized that he was half naked.

“What are you going to do…?” he asked in a small voice, and he saw Xav take off his shirt and climb onto the bed until he was on top of him, so that their breaths met and Axel's eyes looked at Xav's greenish face as well as his red eyes.

“I'll make you feel better…” Xav replied before lowering himself to kiss him. Then, he lowered his body to be on top of him, so that Axel supported his weight, but neither of them cared, because they were able to feel their torsos, the heat of their bodies, their arms, their nipples… Axel hugged Xav from behind, while he grabbed his husband's face with his big hands, because it was the way they felt closer while their lips remained in contact and they could taste each other and immerse themselves in the mutual pleasure of each other's presence and love.  “So get ready… I’ll always be here for you…”

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