Spoiled Brats Get What They Deserve

Spoiled Brats Get What They Deserve

There's nothing more insufferable than rich boys, pretty ones at that. Everything is handed to them on a silver platter, all thanks to Daddy's credit card. Their lives equate to nothing more than looking good, all with a repulsing self-indulgent grin.

They always get what they want… so why not switch things up and give them what they deserve.

Starting with him, Carmine. Just look at this pompous jackass. Lounging on Daddy's expensive yacht and sipping on Daddy's expensive imported tea without a care. Zero hardship. Zero stress.

Let's ruin the spoiled brat, shall we?

How about... being kidnapped in the middle of the night and shipped off to BootCamp!

That should do just the trick, don't you agree?

Just imagine the grave look on Carmine's pretty face when he discovers all the rigorous chores and workouts he must do to earn his freedom back. Long grueling days and nights of exhausting hard work, sweating like a beast and even smelling like one. Showers are hardly rewarded. The stink makes the man, after all. He'll end up putting on 20… no, 30… no, 50! Yes, 50 pounds of manly muscle! Forcefully bulked up to 280lbs!

Glorious, just look at Carmine now! Left on Daddy's doorstep in utter defeat! Naturally, his brain had to shrink to the size of a peanut to make room for all that masculine muscle! Dumb as a brick and swole as a god, indistinguishable from his Daddy's handymen—that he so often made fun of. The BootCamp even branded him with a tat, something they do to all their victims... I mean, guests.

Perfect. Simply, perfect.

What do you think got you into this kink?

Well, being a gay man, I feel like G2S scratches that taboo itch quite nicely. Also, making my own content gives me a sense of "power" over it, allowing me to enjoy it even further.

I wasn't always someone who enjoyed it, though. I was quite offended in the beginning, but I kept coming back to it. I guess it planted a seed and I kept watering it, if only for curiosity's sake at first. It wasn't too long till I was fully in and a huge fan.

It's just so damn hot to me and never gets old.

Young, in love, and dancing the night away. Nothing could get in their gay way, or so they thought. As we all well know, alcohol can make the unlikely easily possible.

Later that same night, after both getting utterly shitfaced, they ended up bringing a woman home and fucked her till there wasn't an ounce of cum left in their low-hanging nuts.

The next morning, the afterglow was gone, and embarrassment stood alone. They just wanted to forget about it, but unfortunately couldn't. After experiencing what it's like to use their cocks correctly, they couldn't get it up for each other anymore. They tried and tried, but their gay sex life was over.

With heavy hearts, they reluctantly gave in to their new hetero cocks and broke up. They never had sex with another man for the rest of their lives, but had plenty of fantastic sex with women.

hey im nonbinary and i havent shaved in a few days so my beard is coming in. my friends say i look better and my boyfriend says he thinks id make a hot man. can you help me embrace being a man and give me a body to match?

No problem, bro.

Not only will I give you the body, but the attitude to match: a cocky alpha who takes zero shit from anyone.

Not like anyone's gonna give you shit when you look like this, bro!

Just ask your boyfriend.

You show him no mercy in the bedroom, bro. That is if you're patient enough to even make it to the bedroom. Which isn't often, bro. But you can't help yourself, bro. It's all that primal alpha testosterone rushing through you, bro.

When you're not wrecking your boyfriend's hole, you're at the gym: your second home. You're a fearless beast addicted to the pump and grind of his workout, bro. You go till your arms are mush and you're drenched in sweat, like any true alpha beast.

You've even dropped the nonbinary label, bro. Can't blame you. You're an unmistakably 100% masculine man now, bro!!

Plant Sitting

Giovanni was baffled at the exorbitant amount his dilfy next-door neighbor, Dane, had offered him to plant sit for the night. That is until he saw the singular plant, an abnormally giant Venus flytrap, the biggest he'd ever encountered. With further surprise, Dane told him the Venus fly trap mainly lived off human fluids, primarily saliva. It intimidated him, the massive scale of the carnivorous plant, but he couldn't turn down getting paid the equivalent of one year's rent.

The first hour. Giovanni spat on the mouth like leaves of the Venus flytrap, amazed at how it seemed to swallow it like a human. After which, he explored the apartment, admiring the fine decor. Walking down the hall into the bedroom, he pondered how odd Dane had behaved earlier; he was robotic, almost alien-like. Giovanni then entered the walk-in bedroom closet, dazzled by many exquisitely tailored suits. He ran his fingers over them, elated by the feel of expensive fabrics. Strangely, one of the suits was coated in a sticky green substance.

The second hour. Giovanni fed the Venus flytrap his saliva again, perplexed at how bigger it had gotten, almost twice in size. The stem of the plant was particularly alarming. It was swollen, slightly pulsating. He decided to explore the apartment further to take his mind off the weirdness. He opened Dane's dresser drawer, amazed to find a collection of expensive cologne. He sprayed one, captivated by the luxurious scent. Again, he found the same sticky green substance on a few bottles.

The third and final hour. The Venus flytrap had grown significantly more, freaking Giovanni out. It was huge, almost his exact size in scale. The stem was engorged and pulsating like a heartbeat. He didn't want to go near it but remembered the sizeable pay and reluctantly fed it his spit for the final time.

Shortly after, Dane finally returned. "Thank god you're back! Look at the size of this thing!" Giovanni frantically pointed to the gigantic pulsating plant. Dane only smirked, pleased with the size. He walked up to it and ran his hand over the stem like an expecting father would over his pregnant wife's belly. The Venus flytrap pulsated harder, the stem seemingly pushing something up to its leaves. A large hole opened at the center of its leaves, pushing something out. Giovanni was horrified, realizing the plant was pushing out a fully grown, naked human male. The freshly birthed man oozed onto the floor, covered in green goo, the same goo as on the suit and bottles of cologne Giovanni had come across earlier. Giovanni's repulsion heightened when he shockingly realized the human male looked exactly like him, minus the tattoos and piercings. "What the fuck?!" Giovanni was too distracted by the unworldly plant birth to notice Dane walk menacingly over to him.

"Mind your language, boy!" Giovanni unexpectedly heard Dane rebuke from behind him. As Giovanni turned around, horrified, Dane pushed him hard, forcing him into the plant's hungry open mouth.

Within seconds, Giovanni was gobbled up, in one single delicious bite. His screams could be heard transcending down the stem of the plant, trying with all his might to escape. However, when he made it to the bottom, all that could be heard was deafening silence. It was over. Giovanni was gone. But the new and improved Giovanni was here to stay. The new Giovanni, birthed only moments ago, awkwardly stood up, the goo covering his body splatting to the floor as he caught his balance. A slight breeze across his naked wet body made him ache in sexual distress. He gazed at Dane, like a sheep in desperate need of his shepherd.

"Come boy." Dane put his hand out, whimsically grinning like a new father. And the new Giovanni did just that, his cock hardening as he took Dane's firm hand. They walked off to the shower, Dane giving Giovanni's goo-covered ass a nice feel and smack as they closed the bathroom door behind them.

For the next few hours, Dane's apartment was filled with the heavenly sounds of sucking and fucking. Dane and the new Giovanni explored each other thoroughly, not missing a single spot with their hands or tongues. They fucked from the shower to the bed, not missing a single beat. By daybreak, after getting not much sleep, they awoke in each other's arms, ready to begin their new lives as master and slave, or in Dane's eyes, proper lovers. Dane ordered Giovanni to get up, bathe, and get dressed, which he did with a loving smile.

Dane lay in their bed with his arms smugly behind his head, watching Giovanni use some of the Venus flytrap goo lying about as hair gel. Giovanni's concentration couldn't be broken, hell-bent on perfection. Every single hair needed to be in its rightful place, for his loving master.

None of them have realized that they're losing more and more IQ as the shoot goes on. With each flash, they become more mindless and submissive. Pretty soon, all three of them will be as dumb as a bag of rocks. Only wanting to serve, worship, and obey their master.