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Mr. Iadanza

Once Math class was over, Henry lingered behind. He approached his teacher, Mr. Iadanza, with a sad look on his face. "What's wrong, Henry?" Mr. Iadanza asked. “Here, sit down with me.

Henry sits at his teacher’s desk. He meekly avoids eye contact with his teacher.

“I’ve just been thinking lately…” Henry decompresses. “It must be so easy being one of the popular kids.”

“There are no such thing as popular kids in this school, Henry.” Mr. Iadanza smiles at the dejected 18-year-old senior sitting across his desk. “We treat everyone equally.”

“That’s not true.” Henry glances at his father-like figure.

“Henry…” Mr. Iadanza leans in. “Are you feeling this way because of… what you told me last week… about being gay? In an all-boys school, it can be hard-”

“No!” Henry defends. “Sometimes, I just wish I was like everyone else, y’know. Like them…”

“Like who?” Mr. Iadanza questions.

“The popular kids!” Henry huffs in frustration.

Mr. Iadanza sits back in his chair, his shirt straining against his large pectorals.

“Let’s say, hypothetically, there were popular kids in Copperdale High.” Mr. Iadanza proposes. “What qualities do they have? Describe them to me.”

“Well, most of the popular boys are… bigger.” Henry ponders.

“In what way?” Mr. Iadanza raises his eye brow.

“In every way you can imagine. Like, have you even seen Stefan Hufferman these days? His muscles are huge!” Henry laughs, leaning his slender frame back into the chair - he knows he shouldn’t be poking fun at Copperdale High’s most popular student, but it was too funny not to. “Like, his pecs look like boobs! How does he walk around with those things?”

“I mean…” Mr. Iadanza furrows his eyebrow in a state of confusion. “You’re pretty big yourself, Henry.”

Henry tries to cross his arms, but his huge juicy pecs get in the way. He looks down and realised his shirt is undone… it looks way smaller than usual. What size is this - an XS? Henry wouldn’t fit in anything less than a XXL.

“Yeah…” Henry glances down at his football sized biceps and grins. “I guess you could say I’m pretty built.”

Henry continually shifts his body weight around in the chair, unable to find a comfortable position.

“These chairs are tiny!” Henry mutters to himself.

Mr. Iadanza laughs.

“Well, you are known for your mighty cheeks back there, aren’t you?” Mr. Iadanza looks across the desks, watching Henry rest upon his huge round pillows. “I hear the students call you names like, what was it - “Pillow Cheeks” and “Sir Jiggles a lot. You seem to love it though.”

Henry chuckles and smacks his fat ass. “Yeah. These two big boys back here get me a lot of attention.”

“Henry, you’re going off topic. Like always.” Mr. Iadanza tells the bodybuilder in front of him. “Tell me another trait about the popular boys.”

“Well, they’re all very… bro-ish.” Henry remarks.

“Bro-ish?” Mr. Iadanza questions. “In what way?”

“Like, they can’t say a sentence without finishing it with the word ‘bro’, ‘man’ or ‘bruh’. Or, how they all smack each others asses as… friendship or something. It’s weird.”

“I don’t find that weird.” The teacher steps in. “I see you partake in those behaviours every class. If you can do it, why can’t others?”

“I guess you’re right, bro.” Henry rethinks. “You’re so smart, my dude.”

“Hunter, what did I say about calling me that.” Mr. Iadanza scorns.

“Sorry, teach.” Hunter nods. “I always forget, mr. bossman.”

“You’re not too smart, Hunter.” The teacher leans back and smiles condescendingly at the former nerd. “Never were. Just like Stefan and the others. They’re a bad influence on you.”

“Nah, bro! Me and the bros are all good, my dude.” Hunter defends. “And I’m not that dumb, my brochacho.”

“Really?” Mr. Iadanza squints. “What’s 12 x 2?”

“Ummm….” Hunter stares blankly, searching his empty mind. “I never was too good at numbers, teach.”

“My point stands proven.” Mr. Iadanza hides his smile behind his hand - holding in his laughter from seeing such a clever nerd become a dumb oaf.

“You’d probably be better at throwing a ball… correct?” Mr. Iadanza questions.

“I love balls, my dude! A good game of football with the bros.” Hunter exclaims.

“You like balls?” Mr. Iadanza laughs. “As in, you’re gay?”

“Yeah, teach. Didn’t I tell you this last week?”

“I’m just shocked. The other boys aren’t gay, right?”

“Right.”

“And you’re like the other boys, right?”

“Right.”

“So, you’re straight?”

“I’m straight, my dude” Hunter furrows his brow. “Isn’t that obvious?”

Hunter flexes the guns for his teacher. “Do these boys like gay to you?”

“I gotta get that coochie, bro!” Hunter hypes himself up. “A bro gotta do what a bro gotta do. You know what I’m saying, my man?”

“You get laid a lot, I assume?”

“Of course, bro! They all wanna ride the babymaker!”

Hunter humps the air.

“How big is it?”

“Why you wanna know, my du-“

“It’s 8 inches, right?”

“8 inches of pile driving pleasure!” Hunter grabs his massive bulge.

“You’re about to blow, aren’t you?”

Hunter feels his penis tent, harder than it ever has before.

“You’ll be fine.” Mr. Iadanza watches his student moan with his hyper sensitive 8 inch cock straining against his uniform pants.

“Ugh… teach.” He moans.

“Just don‘t think about boobs and impregnating girls.” Mr. Iadanza smiles, fully aware of what he’s doing.

Images of boobs smothering Hunter’s face infiltrate his mind. He imagines sticking his fuckstick deep inside a hot babe’s cervix and dumping his load - getting her pregnant with his alpha seed.

“I’M GONNA…” Hunter’s bucks in pleasure. “I’M BUSTIN BRO!”

Mr. Iadanza grins, watching the nerd turned jock spurt inside his pants.

“See, Hunter.” Mr. Iadanza laughs. “You’re extremely popular - especially with the ladies.”

“Thanks, my brochacho.” Hunter deflates, exhausted from blowing the biggest load he’d ever shot. “Can’t believe I wasted a nut. The things a good pair of titties will do to a man… am I right, bro?”

“Hunter, I know I kept you behind today because you failed your test.” Mr. Iadanza explains to the meathead in front of him. “But, I’m willing to put it past us. I think we’ve made some good progress here today.”

“You’re so much smarter than I could ever wish to be, my dude.” Hunter smiles in awe of his teacher.

“You may leave now.”

Hunter gets up and waddles out of the room, his hulking body restricting his movement.

“Time to grow a coochie tickler and go to work, my dude!” Hunter vacantly chuckles to himself.

“Oh, and Hunter…” Mr. Iadanza calls. “If you see the new kid - the scrawny one, Oscar. Send him in. I’ve got some work to do…”

“Will do, my bro!”

How a Chaser's Born: Part 1

You stared at your new boyfriend hungrily, eyes lighting up. Until a few days ago, you'd been dating a fit jock- the guy of your dreams, really. You'd been at the bar with him; he went to dance, and you went to get you both drinks- and then you met Him- your new boyfriend, although you didn't know it at first. He told you you and your (ex)boyfriend were cute, and you smiled and said thanks politely and then turned away, keeping it short. You were used to getting hit on by older guys like him, but he wasn't your type at all. You liked fit guys.

He kept talking to you. You were getting annoyed. I mean, did he really think he had a chance with you? After putting up with about five minutes of conversation, you finally got your drink and turned to look for your boyfriend. You thought you felt his hand brush against your hand holding your cup for a second, but when you looked both of his were by his side. You finally made up an excuse and walked away, heading to the other side of the bar. When you looked back though, he was gone. You took a sip of your drink. It seemed extra sweet for some reason...

But the next thing you knew, he was behind you, gripping your waist and pulling you close. You were about to pull away, but your eyes glazed over as you made contact with him and his body pressed against yours. He felt so ... good... so... warm...inviting...cuddly... you went limp, becoming pliable and compliant, melting at his touch. He started grinding against you and your body did the same in response, feeling his big, beefy belly rubbing against you. It made you feel so... small... so... tiny... so... safe... You gasped as he leaned in, his bushy beard rubbing against the smooth skin of your neck, sending shivers through you. He started whispering in your ear, every sentence becoming true as he spoke it, rewriting you memories: You were his, now. You'd wanted him for as long as you could remember, acted desperate and embarrassed and blushed like a little schoolgirl whenever he came around. You thought he was the sexiest man on earth- completely irresistible- and you always had. You'd been begging since the first day you met to be his boy, but he'd never really liked you. You weren't good enough for him, then- but after years of pining over him, he'd finally decided to give you a chance, which made you feel like the luckiest boy in the world.

You nodded, accepting the new reality he'd created for you eagerly. It felt even better that he was finally touching you, now that you'd remembered just how long you'd wanted him- just how long you'd dreamed of this very moment, finally being able to feel your skinny body coalescing into his. His touch felt electric. You leaned back, pressing harder into him, and let out a long sigh as his thick, hairy arms closed around you. People stared, but you didn't care- you knew they were just jealous that the sexiest man in this club had his hands on you.

He went on, softly whispering more of your new reality to you: You'd been confused. It wasn't that he was too fit, it was that you were too skinny. Too lean. You needed a big man, one you could cuddle up against, one that dwarfed you and could make you feel like the tiny boy you were. You loved your boyfriend, but lately you'd realized he'd never be enough. His bony, skinny body just didn't do it for you anymore. Not after this. You'd tell him soon. For now, you'd already decided you were going home with him tonight.

You nodded again. Yes! He was taking you home with him, finally. New memories suddenly rushed into your head: all the nights you'd headed out to the bar determined to chat him up, hoping this would be the outcome- and the disappointment you'd felt every time he blew you off. You'd go home, dejected, and fall asleep fantasizing about all the things you wanted to do to him, all the things you wanted him to do to you, thinking about what you could say or do to get his attention the next time... but it was finally happening.

He gripped your ass tightly with one hand and led you forward, out of the club. As soon as you got in the car you tried to make out with him again.

"Easy, easy boy. Just be patient."

You groaned impatiently, almost throwing a tantrum. You'd wanted him for so long- waiting even a little while longer felt like torture. Your cock was rock hard, dripping precum just by being next to him. You'd never been so attracted to someone in your life. Just the sight of him and his bulging, big stomach you just wanted to cuddle up with sent you into a frenzy- it always had, right? Right. You loved how big he was; it was the sexiest thing about him, you remembered. There was just something so powerful about him, so alluring that had always drawn you in from the moment you first saw him- and being with him felt so, so good. He placed a hand on your leg, rubbing it slowly. It felt like heat spilled down from where he touched you as you sunk into a dreamy daze. Before you knew it you were home and he was leading you inside.

He sat on the couch with a heavy, deep sigh that turned you on. He nodded for you to stand in front of him, which you did eagerly, then he nodded down at the ground, signaling you to kneel. You knelt a couple feet away from the couch, heart racing, awaiting what he had in store for you.

"Now, before you can touch me, I'm going to let you go back to your old reality, boy," he said. "We need to talk about a couple things, boy. But no getting up, yet." He snapped his fingers.

Your vision blurred and got hazy as you mind seemed to slide out of focus, then back in. You looked around, confused. You'd just been at the bar- how did you get here with this weird guy who's been hitting on you? And what the fuck was he doing in front of you on his couch? Why were you kneeling, and why didn't your body seem to want to get up?

"I know baby. I know you're confused. Just listen for two or three minutes, and then you'll be free to go," he said in his low, deep voice, he said, slowly undoing his shirt's buttons one by one. You glared at him, pissed, till you realized he wanted you to stare at him- weirdo. You looked away to spite him.

He chuckled. "Baby, I could make you look at me if I wanted. The serum I dropped in your drink makes you my servant for about twelve hours or so," he said, sliding another two buttons open. As much as you tried not to, you found your eyes flickering back to him over and over again as each button popping loose, showing more and more of his broad, hairy chest- but it wasn't him forcing you. It was all you. You liking a bigger, older guy like this? It was unbelievable. You kept trying to tell yourself he wasn't your type, that you weren't into guys like this, but as much as your mind rebelled at the thought, your body remebered how it'd felt- and it wanted more. You cursed internally as you felt your cock getting harder and harder with every button he undid, with every look at his thick, bulging stomach pressing against his shirt, getting closer and closer to being fully exposed. You looked away again, gritting your teeth.

He popped another button open. You managed to keep looking away for that one... "But I'm interested in a little more than twelve hours," he said, sliding the final two buttons loose, finally letting his entire belly free. Your head snapped towards it reflexively. "And I think you are too," he continued, patting his stomach, slowly rubbing all over it.

Fuck! You didn't know why, but something about it made you lose it- made you go almost feral. The sound of his hand grazing against his hairy chest- fuck- fuuuuuuuuuuuuck- you couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop following his hand with your eyes, couldn't stop imagining it being your own hands getting to rub all over him, the sound you skin would make running over his. He was so hot. You remembered how warm his belly felt against your back, how little it made you feel, how all you'd wanted was to cuddle up to it. Your eyes locked onto it, slowly glazing over as you looked him up and down.

"That's it, boy," he said slowly, watching your head follow his hand. "You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. I've got you now. You're all mine. I knew you would be. See, the serum is just to get you here, but I don't want you to be with me because of a serum. I want you to be with me because you want it."

"I do," you panted, "I do want you. I'm sorry I blew you off, sir. I was stupid. I didn't realize... didn't realize how much I needed you." He was your type, you'd just been too dumb, too brainwashed by society to realize it, but now that you'd had a taste you wanted... needed.... more...

He laughed deeply. "I could tell at the bar the type you were, boy- a little vanilla bitch conditioned to think you like built, muscular guys your whole life, never straying outside the little boundaries society set for you. I watched a lot of boys like you go through this before. They think they're too good for something like this at first. They always pictured themselves around the arm of a nice smooth, cut and defined jock, or something. Imagine showing him off, others being jealous and all that.

"But then they meet someone like me, and reality hits, because your bodies say different. You let go of that idea of the built jock. Your body says that you wanna lay yourself down on this big, soft stomach. Get lost in its mass. Cling onto it and feel small and safe holding your big Daddy. Latch onto one of these beefy nipples and suck the night away. And the hair? You want that, too. You want your face in it, you want to feel it rubbing against your smooth body as you climb up me like a jungle gym, safe and warm against my big body."

"Yes," you whispered, eyes glazed over as you envisioned everything he described. He was big. You were tiny. He was strong. You were weak. You needed him. He didn't need you.

"Now I'm going to let you move again when I snap my fingers, boy," he said. Your cock surged at the word "boy". You realized he'd been calling you that all night, slowly priming you, making you position him as an authority figure in your head. You looked up, staring into his eyes. "Yep, in a minute you'll be able to get up and walk out of here, if that's what you want," he chuckled. "But if you want to stay," he said, patting his big belly, watching your eyes follow his hand with a satisfied smirk, "If you want to stay and cuddle up next to Daddy, well, all you need to do is come and do it."

He snapped his fingers.

By request 😉

You were pretty pissed when you found out your older brother was moving home. He was always an annoying, macho, bulky muscledouche; the total opposite of you, a skinny gay boy. He'd bullied you most of your life about needing to man up, and your relationship only got worse when you got older and came out. He was the only conservative in your family, but, when he lost yet another job, he had nowhere else to go but back to living with you and your parents. Still, you were glad you never listened. You were about to start your first real job, had just gotten engaged to a your boyfriend that your parents liked, and were getting ready to move out at the beginning of next year after saving up some money.

You were terrified for your boyfriend to meet him, scared your brother might be a douche to him. He was pretty standoffish at first, but luckily never said anything. After a while he started to chat with you both a little more- maybe he was finally opening up.

One weekend, your parents were away and you were super excited- you didn't get to hook up with your fiance that much since you were still a few months away from your own place, and you needed him to pound you goo. He could dom you better than anyone you'd ever met. At first you'd been pretty verse, but since he was a strict top, he'd trained you into his little bottom. You loved it, now. After passing out after another crazy sex sesh, you woke up to pee, and noticed he wasn't in bed with you. You figured maybe he couldn't sleep and went to watch TV, shrugging it off while you went to pee... but you kept hearing a weird noise in the hallway. A gurgling, wet sound from the living room, you realized as you stepped out. Wanting to make sure everything was ok, you slowly turned the corner.

Your brother was laying on the couch just in his underwear, with his arms in a triangle over his head... and your boyfriend was buried in his pit, licking, slurping, and sniffing up his musky, sweaty, golden pit hair. You could smell him from the door: his room always reeked, but tonight it smelled extra potent for some reason.

"Wha-"

"Shhhhh," your brother said. "Don't ruin his fun. This is always his favorite part."

"What the fuck?" you yelled. Your boyfriend didn't move, didn't even react- just kept licking away obediently.

"I bumped into him in the hallway the first time Mom & Dad went away. Not gonna lie, haha, I was pretty horny n a lil drunk, so I told him to suck my cock. He said he didn't do that- I shoulda known haha, of course you'd be the catcher. But a fag is a fag, bro. You might have your little hierarchies amongst yourself, top, bottom, whatever haha- but you all know an alpha when you see one, and you know what your job is deep down. It took about 5 seconds of shoving his faggot head into my pit to get him to drop to his knees, begging to serve me like he should be. Isn't that right boy?" he said, smacking his ass with his big, beefy hand, grabbing and jiggling it.

Your boyfriend giggled like a schoolgirl. "Yes, Daddy. I only exist to serve you."

"That’s my baby," your brother said, kissing him on the forehead.

"Tommy. what the fuck? Get up!" you yelled.

"He can't hear you, bro. If he was broken and desperate for me after 5 seconds in my pit, what the fuck do you think he is now that he's spent hours in it? His brain's gone the second he gets a whiff of me now. The only thing he'll be able to think of the next few hours os serving me, no matter what you say." He noticed the shocked look on your face. "Oh, yeah, this has been going on for a while, haha. Like, every time he's been over since I moved back, pretty much. Right babe?"

"Its nehverrr lahhhhng enoughh sirrr" your boyfriend said without stopping his licking, distorting his words.

"That's right, baby. No matter how long you spend serving Daddy, you've never spent enough time serving him. That's what we taught you on Day 1."

Your boyfriend just nodded, smiling and nuzzling against his pit hair.

"Bro, is your cock hard?" your brother asked, laughing.

You looked down- it was. It was bulging through your pants from how hard it was.

"Jesus, bro, this turns you on?"

"No! Shut up!" you yelled.

"Haha, shit. That's a fun twist," he continued like you hadn't said anything. "I knew fags were into some sick shit but never imagined this. You like this, boy?" he said, grabbing your boyfriends head and forcing it deeper into his pit.

You started panting a little- no- why the fuck were you turned on- but it made sense. You loved getting dommed, emasculated. You loved getting told you were worthless, nothing. Humiliated... and this was the ultimate combination of all of the above. You hated it; you didn't want to admit it, but you felt the clear logic of it boxing you in, felt the simple truth of it lock in around your brain like a cage. The more it turned you on the sicker it felt, and the sicker it felt the more it turned you on; the more embarrassment you felt over it being your brother doing it, the hotter it became. You were stuck, trapped in the whirl of shame turning to pleasure turning to shame turning to pleasure, cock getting harder and harder- the more you tried not to be turned on by it, the hotter it became.

Your brother just stared at you, smirking, watching the ring of precum on your underwear getting bigger and bigger. After a few minutes, he lifted your bf out of his pit.

"Why don't you show him what else you do for Daddy, baby?" he asked, nodding down at his feet.

Your bf smiled and nodded excitedly, diving down towards them. His eyes passed over you for a second as he did so, but they registered you the same way they'd register a chair or a lamp- nothing to pay attention to- instead, his eyes lit up the way he used to look at you when he looked at your brother's foot. He grabbed one, giving it a long, slow lick top to bottom with his eyes closed. You sat, stunned, while he kissed them all over, shocked by how much pleasure he was clearly experiencing. He'd always hated feet, always thought foot fetishes were weird... and now he was licking one like it was an ice cream cone, savoring every moment of it.

"I know, haha. He was really resistant to these at first. Had to reprogram him like, three times. But then he got a taste," he said with a big smile, sitting up and ruffling his hair again. "Yeah, you got a taste, didn't you? What happened when you got a taste, boy?"

"I neeeber wanted to staahppppp" your boyfriend said, lost in worship.

"Mhm. That's right. Who's my bitch?" you brother barked, grabbing his head and pressing his foot into it even harder. His smile got wider and wider as you bf choked and spluttered against it, but not once tried to pull away. In fact, he just seemed to get more into it. Precum leaked out of him.

"Meeee. Me sir... MeEeeeeee" your bf drawled.

You almost controlled yourself... until your boyfriend started moaning. The sound of your top being broken, panting in pleasure in another man's foot- a man you hated- tipped you over the edge. Your hand moved to your cock outline, and as hard as you tried not to, you started stroking it.

"Holy shit, man. You like seeing this shit." He laughed loud and deep. "Sit, boy," he said, nodding at a chair behind you. You did, and kept stroking. "You know, i tried to prevent this bro. I told you you needed to man up, to stop being such a little bitch. But you never wanted to listen, and now look at us: me, sitting here, such an alphadog that I erased 5 years of your relationship with a little pit-sweat- and you, sitting there, a little bitch, stroking your little clit at the sight of it," he laughed. You were so, so fucking humiliated- which, of course, only made you harder... only sunk you deeper into what was happening.

"But like I said, you could be me right now if you listened. Instead this is what your boyfriend thinks of you, haha" he said, looking down at him and pulling him off his foot.

"What do you think of me vs Mikey, babygirl?"

Your boyfriend laughed, "I fuck him like the little bitch he is, but that's not what I need. I thought it was but... I was pretending to be something I'm not," he said. Your brother nodded, moving his head to one of his big, beefy, hairy pecs to suck on it.

"Thats right, baby. Daddy's here. You can suck on him all you want," he said, rubbing the back of your boyfriends head. He shuddered in response, toes curling and legs kicking while he stayed latched on your brother's nipple but still managed to smile wide.

"So what do you really need?"

"I need... i need a fucking man!" he bellowed, gripping your brothers body all over, kissing down his chest between words, "I need a man! A man's body, a man's sweat to lick up, a man with a hairy chest I can do this too," he said, rubbing his face in between your brothers hairy pecs. "A man's feet to clean with my bitch tongue. A man's cock in me; in my mouth, in my hole, anytime he wants it," he said, sliding his way down your brothers abs, kissing every one on the way down. He pulled your brother's boxers down slowly. His huge, thick cock popped out from under the elastic. Your boyfriend stared at it in bliss, slowly eyeing it up and down. "I need... this....I need a man loading me up with his cum, sending me back to Mikey's bed full of his juice like you've been doing the past few months. That's my purpose: to be dominated, topped, to serve a man who I'd leave my fag boyfriend for, to serve a man who could break me from what I was into his bottom bitch" he said, wrapping his lips against your brother's cock, a constant, low moan in his throat. He sucked it slowly at first, only moving down a fraction of an inch each time, like he was savoring every centimeter he took into his mouth. His moans became louder and louder the further down he moved.

"Ahhhh yeah," you brother whispered. "That's it baby. All the way down. You've gotten so good at this. Must be all our practice."

Precum soaked your boxers at the tip of your dick, but you stopped stroking. Something about the sight... the sight of your boyfriend broken and desperate, slurping his way down your brother's cock, snapped you out of whatever trance you'd been in. This wasn't just a sick fantasy. This was real. He'd taken him from you. He'd taken your top, the man you loved, and broken him down into a pleading, desperate, cock-hungry little bitch. You wouldn't have thought it was even possible- your boyfriend had been so domineering, such an alpha, almost a sadist, at times (which you loved)- and yet here he was, purring like a little kitten for your brother, writhing and whimpering at his touch, looking at his cock and body with nothing but love in his eyes.

It must have been you, you realized. Your brother had been right. If you'd been more of a man, this wouldn't have happened. But you weren't a man. You were just the type of beta bitch men take things from- not even because they want them, but just because they can.

"Everything alright over there?" your brother asked, peeking around your boyfriend's bobbing head. "Broski, just look at me," he said. You did. Time seemed to slow. “Stop fighting me”, he commanded, and you did. You let all your anger and resentment go, just like that.

"There you go. Now start jerking that cock again."

You just nodded slowly, doing as he said, watching your boyfriend slide up and down his cock. His moans still filled your ears.

"Uh-huh. Just relax. Now, I want you to be honest with yourself, bro. You like seeing your boyfriend worship me, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly again, jerking off faster and faster.

"That's right. Don't think about it. Just think about how pathetic you are. How worthless you feel, watching your fiance serve my cock right in front of you."

"Fuuuuuuuck," you said, letting your head roll back in pleasure.

“See? It’s not so bad, right? We've been getting along so good since this started. Its been so much better this way."

"... better this way..." you nodded.

"That's right bro. Don't think of it as a negative. You'll still get to be married and have your husband you always wanted, I'm not that evil. It’s just that you’ll know he really belongs to me- that at the end of the day, he’s mine, and your just a cuck. You’ll spend your life with him knowing I can have him anytime I want. Knowing you want me to take him, to use him as I please. And you can always watch. You love watching. You can always sit and watch as I take your protector and devolve him into my desperate, whimpering piss boy. That’s what you’ll live for- the monthly visits when your husbands bull comes to cuck you. Say it."

"I love being cucked..." you moaned. The sound joined together with your boyfriend's moans.

"Exactly. See I tried to prevent this, but I think this is what you are, deep down. A pathetic little cuck, waiting for a real man to step in. And that's ok, I've realized. You don't need to be an alpha like me. Your role is to be 2nd best, to always be my cuck beta brother. Say it."

"I'm your cuck beta brother," you repeated, panting from the waves of pleasure rippling through you as you said it. It felt like a weight had lifted off you. You didn't have to compete and fight anymore. He was the winner. He was in charge. It would all be so much easier now that you accepted that...

"And I'm?"

"My alpha bull brother, sir," you said, smiling, walking over and kissing your brothers foot while you cock throbbed and dripped precum all over the rug. You never stopped jerking it- couldn't stop- you'd never been this turned on before.

"That's right bro. That's right," he said, then stiffened and moaned himself, blowing a huge load on your boyfriends face. Your boyfriend panted and whimpered in pleasure. licking all around his mouth and drinking up every drop he could get. Your brother scooped the rest off his face and let it drip into his open mouth off his finger, smiling while your bf gulped it down until it was all gone and your bf cuddle against the side of him. You blew your own a moment later, shuddering and gasping. Your brother lifted you up, placing you on the other side of him till you all dozed off in a pile.

"Love you too," you said, staring back dreamily till you all fell asleep together.

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About seven years later, everything was still the same. Your fiance and you had gotten married, and your brother still came to visit you and your husband every month for about a week. As soon as he walked in, your husband would slowly start to change. His bold laugh would become a little giggle, his stern voice would soften. You'd be making dinner, and your husband would offer to help him take his bags upstairs while you cooked. That's when the creaking of the bed and the moaning would start, and you'd just keep cooking, trying to ignore it. They were usually quick the first time, always making it down in time for dinner. You'd sit watching as your husband sat on your brothers lap, feeding him his food. Then they'd go upstairs again. The thing was, for the first few nights, you weren't allowed in. Something about helping you not take it for granted that your brother had come up with- he made the rules when he was there. You'd sit on the couch, rock hard and panting while your husband moaning and screaming "FUCK ME" echoed through the house along with the sounds of your brother grunting and degrading him. You'd blow load after load listening to them fuck for hours, listening to your husband squeal and beg while your brother dominated him. When it finally stopped, your husband would always come down with a load either on his face or dripping from his ass and a huge smile while you all watched TV together. Then when it got late, they'd go back up for the third round while you fell asleep alone on the couch.

And then after a few days you'd finally be allowed to come in and watch them. You'd sit on a small sofa your husband bought just for this purpose, and watch him lick and worship every inch of your brother, watch him go into a frenzy for his cock until he slid himself onto your brother's long, hard dick, letting your brother lay back while he did all the work, grinding on it obediently for hours while your brother told him what a tight little bitch he was. You'd watch, entranced and jerking your cock, while your husband got his hole wrecked. Every now and then he'd smile over at you and pound your husband a little harder. He loved watch how you got off on your husband's moaning; at how much you loved the sight of seeing another man take him.

When he'd finish, you'd curl up together around your brother just like that first night when this all started.

"Love you bro," he said, giving you a kiss with a wink.

"Love you too," you said, staring back dreamily till you all fell asleep together.

Bruh, why can't I stop saying bruh. Its like these muscles come with their own vocabu, voca, vocab, vocabula, voc. Bruh its like these muscles make me say dumb words huhuhu. Bruh not that I wanna go back to being a small, weak, supernerd like you. Fuck, just looking at you makes me angry bruh, like I wanna pound that weak shit out of you. Bruh if you still gonna be my bf then you gotta take the pill and muscle up like me.

Thanks bruh, you forced those pills down my throat. Now I feel fuckin huge and so much happier that i dont think as well huhuhu. Bruh I get it, wimpy smart people need to feel this power. Fuck how meny of those pills you got? Bruh wouldn't be hot to give them to the chess team?

Huhuhu No more smart wimps at our school. Bruh

“Do you ever get tired of people projecting their Daddy fantasies on you just because of the way you look?”

“No. Do you get tired of people assuming you’re a fag just because of the way you look, baby?” 

“No” 

“Feeling insecure, are we?”

“Always … Daddy.” 

“Why’s that, baby?”

“i’m about to say something really stupid, but i can’t help it. When i’m with You, i feel safe.” 

“Why’s that stupid? That makes me feel good. You should.”

“i feel like i ‘regress’ in ways that are a little embarrassing. i mean, i’m too old to be acting like this, right? i know i’m feminine compared to You. Well, compared to most guys - alright? Shut up. But with You, i want to be extra feminine. i mean, i don’t want to start wearing dresses or anything. i just … i like to feel helpless and delicate. Fragile. i want to cook and clean for You. i want to take care of You in domestic, servile ways. And i want to feel protected. But, i also want You to be in charge. i mean, You are, but i know i can be a handful and a brat. i like it when …”

“You need a spanking is what I’m hearing.”

“Whhha …?”

“Don’t deny it. I shouldn’t have to say this, but let’s get this out the way so you can relax and start focusing on me. First, I’m going to put you over my knee at our first opportunity and wear your hide out because you don’t ever tell me to shut up, even in jest. I want you to understand this is going to be punishment, so you’re not going to like it. But you need it. And I know you want it, baby.” 

“Second, of course I make you feel feminine! I’m fucking you. You’re taking my cock up your goddamn ass, you’re sucking it, you’re licking my hairy balls, and you’re being exactly what I want you to be: submissive, respectful - well, most of the time, and obedient. You want to take care of me? Good. I’d like that. Cook and clean to your hearts desire.” 

“As for your age, I don’t give a shit about that. And I am your Daddy. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t spank you because I wouldn’t care. You’re good for me. I love fucking you and I love protecting you. And you need protecting. From yourself. You know that, right?”

“…. yes …. yes, Daddy. Thank you. i … i love You.”

“I know you do, baby. That’s why I’m going to punish you until you cry - because I love you too. And I know what you need better than you do. Now, are we done with this?” 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” 

“You’re doing it again.  I can feel it.  Come back to me.  Get out of your head, baby and focus on this - on us.  No guilt, no shame.  No worries.  You were made for this and you know it - made to be taken and controlled by someone who understands and appreciates you.  Feel me inside you.  I know it hurts, baby, but you’re doing so good.  Now let me in your head too.  And your heart.  I will take you places you’ve never dreamed.  Surrender.  Give me everything - all of you - and together we’ll be very, very happy.  You’re too beautifully complex to be in charge of your own life; you need a Mature Man to dominate and discipline you, with love and affection.  That’s it, baby … oh yes … you like the sound of that don’t you.  I can feel your pussy milking me.  So are you ready to take my seed?  I want to make a baby in you.  Oh you like the idea of that, don’t you … having my baby?  Being impregnated?  You’re pussy is so tight and sweet … are you ready?  Hold Daddy’s seed in your pussy for as long as you can, you understand?  Show me how thankful you are to have it inside you. Hold still now and brace yourself; Daddy needs to fuck.”  

The swaying gets your attention. You can help but have your gaze drawn by the swaying cock. As soon as you notice it, it becomes all you can see.

You become entranced. Mind captive to the gentle swaying. Left and right. Each sway removing more of your will.

Ensnared and helpless. Will draining before the dominance of the alpha pup. Before long you notice your mouth salivating. You want to be a good pup and lick the masters cock and ass. Be a good boy. So helpless and obedient. Mind gone.

Before you know it a woof escapes you before your mouth is on the cock. Mind gone.

It makes my white boy boner leak knowing that the number of Muslims in the UK is set to increase sharply over the next 10 years. One source of Islamic excellence can be seen in Muslim schools.

The Leicester Islamic Academy, for example, has achieved a 100% success rate in getting its GCSE candidates to obtain at least five A* to C grade passes. These high achieving academic students will go on to achieve great things, some may become doctors, lawyers and bankers. Already, we can see the white populous being flushed out of their holes of privilege and being replaced by Islam. Over a third of medical students are from ethnic minorities, there is no doubt a majority are of the Islamic faith.

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You'd started out pretty skinny, but the gym was going well. You were getting big quick. A lot of the bigger guys who'd scared you at first were actually really cool. They'd show you a lot of good shit that helped you get gains quick. One day one even gave you a special muscle recovery balm to use on your chest. Helps promote growth. he'd said, staring at you and bouncing his big pecs. It seemed weird- you never heard of a supplement... like... that... befo.... damn... his pecs ... so fucking huge... can't stop... watching... want to... need to ... look... like... that...

He nodded as your eyes glazed over and you began putting the balm on right then and there. It made your chest tingle and pulsate a bit. He winked at you when you thanked him, flicking one of your nipples as he walked away. Damn, that felt good! Pleasure still rippled out from the spot 20 or 30 seconds after he'd walked away. Your pump felt crazy.

You got home and were about to shower when you paused in the mirror. Your chest looked… huge. And so did your arms. Your nipple was still tingling from your bud tapping it. You squinted at the mirror. The lighting must've been really good, cuz your chest looked even bigger than when you'd walked in. You took your phone out, snapping a pic- and another and another, cuz again your arms looked bigger too, like they were staying proportional with your chest. You updated your grindr profile pic with your new chest- damn that had been a good workout today- and hopped in the shower.

When you got out, you smeared a little more of the balm on your pecs, feeling the tingly sensation run over you again. You checked your phone after- you usually bottomed, but for some reason today, for the first time, you wanted to dominate someone. Sit back and let them worship you, rub your muscles and body. iIt didn't take long to find a willing volunteer- a little twink you'd found who was perfect for that. You could tell he was insecure, shy, & a little nervous around you- but those were the types who always needed a strong hand the most. His hands ran over your huge muscles and he squealed like a little bitch when you flexed, kissing and rubbing his face into them. He got kind of feral, peeling your shirt off and grabbing your huge pecs, squeezing and trubbing all over them. You howled with pleasure as his hands ran over your nipples and it felt like electricity shot from them through the rest of your body, like the most intense ecstasy you ever felt. Blood pounded in your ears, flowing into your pecs that bulged more and more each second and the rest of your body that got bigger as they did. He wrapped his pathetic tiny frame around your growing body, burying his face in your rock hard pecs. You needed him to keep worshipping them like the little bitch he was, to keep making you feel good. That was his job. To serve a muscle god like you.

"You like that, boy?" you said, your voice suddenly much deeper.

"Yes Master," he said vacantly, rubbing as much of his face into you as he could. "Can't... stop... worshipping... you're... so... strong," ge said, feeling your suddenly thick biceps, your huge lats and delts.

You gripped the back of his head with your thick, veiny arm.

"That's right boy. Now open up for Daddy," you said, moving his head to your nipple. His eyes lit up and his mouth opened as he latched onto you, sucking greedily. You shuddered and gasped, feeling your. pecs swell even faster now.

Some part of you realized now that the more he played with your tits, the bigger you got, and that that was weird-- and it probably had something to do with the balm.. but who cared, brah? You were getting bigger, dumber, hornier by the second, and had a little fag here ready to do whatever you said. You pushed his head into them, bouncing them while he sucked them good. They were so sensitive now that even him brushing over them felt better than that strongest orgasm you'd ever had happening over and over again. Your glasses fell off but you didn't really pay attention to it- you could see fine now, anyway.

The bigger you got, the harder he sucked, and the harder he sucked, the bigger you got, the dumber you got, the hornier you got. This was what you were made for. To dominate faggots like this. You felt how lovingly he sucked on you as more and more blood pumped into your pecs, making them swell and bulge more, saw his eyes light up when you called him your boy. You felt him falling in love with you, rearranging his life to put himself second and you first. That felt good. This was where you belonged now, dominating. Getting big had been such a smart idea, brah.

Eventually you felt something odd and looked down, seeing something dripping from your nipple, but your bitch lapping it up felt so good that you didn't care too much to think about it.

"That's right baby, suck on Daddy," you said, pushing him in even harder, "Drink up Daddy's milk."

"Yes Daddy," he moaned like the little bitch he was as you got bigger and bigger.

He moaned in pleasure, sucking even faster. You were so lost in it that you didn't notice he started bulking up, too. His little twink body got thicker and more buff; his pale skin became a deep bronze as a dark tribal tattoo ran over his now bulging bicep. He stopped sucking for a second and stared at your nipples, blinking dumbly. His body wanted to keep going, his mind just needed a new justification for it now that he was a dumb jockbro like you and not a beta faggot anymore. His body quickly forced his brain to rearrange what it needed to in order to continue.

"Damn brah, you're huge," he said with a dumb laugh, standing and moving behind you. You stood too- both of you were about three times bigger now than you had been when you sat down on the bed. He started rubbing your pecs again.

"For sure brah," you said, flexing as precum leaked out of your cock and a low growl escaped you. Your arms looked ripped and you felt fucking massive now.

"Man, I love appreciating another bro's bod. Really motivates me to work harder in the gym. That's probably why I've gotten so big so quick, haha." He rubbed them, caressed them, felt and pleasured every inch of them. "Lets make you nice and big, brah," he said as he grabbed the tips of each. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as you gained more mass and another line of liquid started leaking out of you. He scooped it onto his fingers and put them in his mouth, not letting one drop spill. You felt his arms getting wider again, felt him getting taller behind you.

"Haha, fuck yeah bro," you said dumbly. "Let's keep getting bigger and bigger together," you said as your patchy facial hair grew into a thick beard. You both kept going until your stomaches growled at the same time.

"Yo, we should find some fags to cook us dinner. Real twinky bottom bitches... you know, that sounds kind of familiar..." he said, face scrunching up in confusion. He shrugged. "I dunno."

It sounded kind of familiar to you too, but you were pretty sure you didn't know anymore like that. "Yeah," you said, staring at all the mass you'd gained and bouncing your pecs in the mirror.

Eric Janicki

You popped Grindr open and saw some skinny guy as your profile pic. You must've uploaded that on accident. You replaced it with a current pic, and the messages came flooding in. About twenty minutes later, three twinks were naked in your kitchen except for aprons and tall white socks making both of your meals for the week. One of them had kind of resisted, but 5 minutes headlocked in your sweaty pit had broken him pretty fast. You and your bro stared at all three of them, smirking at their rock hard cocks poking out of their aprons.

"Fuck its good to be a man," he said, crushing up another beer can and tossing it on the floor. One of the twinks quickly picked it up and threw it out.

"Sure is brah," you said, doing the same yourself. The sane twink gravved it.

"Look at this good boy," you said, turning towards him and spreading your arms wide. "Why don't you come sit on Daddy's lap?"

He darted over to you with a big smile on his face, jumping onto your lap and wrapping his arms around you. His hands felt and rubbed all over your muscles. You pulled him in closer, resting his head on your big chest. "That's it baby. Let it all go. Just lay down on Daddy."

His eyes closed as his body grew slack and he rested his weight fully on you. His face slid down your chest- when he reached your nipple, he started sucking automatically. You twitched, feeling your body pulse again. Your shorts ripped and your huge cock spilled out of it, swinging side to side from its own weight. His eyes locked onto it and lit up as he dove towards it, wrapping his lips around it. Your hand grabbed the back of his head tight- he welped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you pushed it onto your cock, forcing it further down his throat- but he never stopped- in fact, it made him go harder. One of his buddies noticed and his eyes locked onto your chest. You smirked, bouncing your pecs while his friend sucked you off. His eyes followed them like he was watching tennis and he slowly started walking towards you, like he was in a trance- when he was close enough, you closed an arm around his head tightly, pulling him into you. His face lit up as your thick bicep closed around it and he latched onto your chest like his friend had. Your head tilted back as one slurped his way up and down your huge cock obediently and the other worshipped your chest, so lost in pleasure that you again didn't notice what was leaking from your chest again and now your cock, too. Both twinks' high pitched whimpers got deeper and deeper as they drank it up, turning into the third and fourth dumb douchebros in the room. By time they stood up, they looked just as bulked up as you and the first twink you'd had over.

The fifth one- the one who'd resisted- was just watching, looking shocked. You told him to come over, but he didn't move. You laughed and nodded at him to the two ex-twinks, who both grabbed him and started dragging him over.

"Haha, look at him try to stop us bro," one laughed.

"What does he think his skinny beta ass is gonna do?" asked the other. With their new huge biceps, thighs, and calves, they pulled him along like a ragdoll. He turned his head and closed his mouth as they forced it into your pecs, but more juice was already leaking out of you onto his lips, seeping between the cracks. He shuddered, murmuring "no no no- don't want to be. a stupid bro-" over and over as his body bulged and his muscles pumped up. His fine blonde leg hairs got coarse and dark and he grew a thick beard like yours. His feet ripped out of his socks, going from small and soft to big and rough. His tiny twink frame expanded, filling out into huge pecs, lats and abs. The no's became a low grunt and then a dumb jock laugh as he transformed, eyes glazing over and you fingered another few drops into his mouth. Now his tongue licked it off your hand greedily, slurping up eery drop as he got as big as the rest of them. He walked over to the mirror, smiling dumbly into it as he flexed his big arms showing the thick dark patches of pit hair that had grown under his arms. He sniffed them, shaking his head and smirking. "Damn I stink! That lift really got the juices flowing, haha."

"Fuck yeah bro," you said, stepping up behind him and punching his hard bicep. "Glad we got your skinny ass in the gym."

"Me too man. I don't even know who I was before it."

"Me neither," the small army of douchebros in your house said in unison. all staring into the mirror and flexing with dumb grins on their faces.

Your phone went off. It was your gym bud- the one who'd given you the balm.

"Hey boy. Hope you liked the balm. Now send me a pic of your new friends and your gains. Then I think you should all hit the gym."

You nodded slowly at the text, gathering everyone around you and snapping a few pics of you all flexing and showing off your new bodies.

You stared at all of them, smiling. You needed more, though. More twinks to convert into douchebros. That would make your friend happy...

You stared at the unfinished food in the kitchen. "Lets him the gym guys. And then when we get back we can find some twinks to finish cooking dinner for us.... and then we'll see if we can help them bulk up, too ;)"

you coming into the library to study faggot? you might as well put the books down, you'll be studying my stinking socks, close up. Get your face in there and sniff, pig. Everyone on campus that comes through here is gonna see you, homo. Fuck you faggot. Now get your ugly face in my feet.

BIG AND HOT.

"Hold on guys, my bitch just got here. I'll be back in 10 after I give her a couple things to do," he said, logging out of the match. They thought he meant his girlfriend, but he meant you, his roommate.

It had all started when you made the stupid decision to tell him to clean up after himself, after weeks of cleaning up after his dishes, finding his laundry all over, and him leaving condoms in the bathroom trash. That was the day your life changed. He'd laughed at you, saying he was a man, this was his house and he'd do whatever he wanted. That pissed you off. You'd stepped up to him asking what that was supposed to mean, tossing some of his dirty laundry in his face. You were a man too, you yelled, and you weren't going to spend the rest of your life cleaning up after him.

Well boy, did he prove you wrong.

He'd grabbed a pair of underwear you'd thrown at him and put it over your head, holding it tightly. You struggled, but he was bigger than you, and the next thing you knew you were in a chokehold, his thick bicep holding the elastic around your neck. You gasped for air, but every gasp pulled the scent of his dirty underwear, of his ballsweat and dried cum into your lungs. You wanted to stop, but you needed air-he'd let go just long enough for you to get a whiff of his musk before tightening back up, forcing you to hold it in your lungs. Your eyes rolled back and you fell to the ground, but through it all, you noticed your cock was... hard. Really hard. He noticed too, laughing dumbly. He'd held it there until his scent was fully a part of you, making you his total slave. Making you beg to clean up after him.

Your relationship got a lot better after that. Instead of dreading him being home, you waited eagerly, making sure dinner was ready for him in the meantime. You loved doing his laundry now too, following him around and picking up his sweaty gym clothes. You'd give each a long inhale, taking in the scent of his ballsweat or dried cum or, if you were lucky, both, before washing and folding them for him. You'd usually keep one or two for yourself, laying it on your face as you fell asleep, letting his scent soak into you all night. It was just household things at first, but one night while you were feeding him while he gamed with his friends, you found yourself staring at his foot. Not just at how big his size 13s were... but how thick and meaty they were, too. How perfectly rounded his toes were. You stared and stared until you found yourself crawling over to it, pressing your face into it, sniffing it and nuzzling against it and flicking your tongue out over it.

He looked down at you grinning as you worshipped it. He'd known you'd submit more and more as time went on, but hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. His cock got hard watching you turn from who you'd been into his little slut, his little house servant. He knew he had total control over you now. It was a great feeling being an alpha, knowing he could break another man so easily, overpower them and turn them into his desperate bitchboy. That's exactly what you were as you licked and kissed all over his huge feet. It tasted salty from his sweat, different from his underwear though but just as addictive- but it wasn't really that that kept you going. It was the simple fact that he was a man and you were his bitch. Your purpose was to obey and serve, now. That was what brought you pleasure. He'd sat back and let you worship thwm for hours till you both fell asleep with his feet still pressed against your face.

It became a regular part of your routine after that. He'd come in and start eating the dinner you'd prepared and you'd slide yourself under the table, taking his shoes off and worshipping his sweaty, hot feet after a long day while he ate. Then you'd bring him a fresh outfit and change him out of his sweaty gym clothes, sniffing each deeply. It was all you looked forward to now.

On nights when he was home before you, you'd usually get home and find him like this- gaming with his friends. You'd just take cues from him- if he gripped his junk, that was a sign he wanted a blowjob. If he lifted his foot, you slid under it, licking and sucking away while he gamed. If he paused, like he did now, that meant he had some chores for you. He stared down at you and lifted his foot. You smiled, sliding yourself under it, beginning your worship.

"So bitchboy," he said as you crawled to hit floor, kissing the top of his foot and nuzzling your face against it, feeling the little gold hairs all over it. "I have some interviews this week, so I need my dress clothes ironed. You don't mind taking care of that for me, do you?

"Of course not, King," you said in between kisses while your free hand rubbed and massaged his muscular, hairy legs.

"Love when you call me that, bitch," he said, rubbing his foot against you a little harder.

"Just acknowledging who's in charge, sir. Acknowledging your position over mine," you said, taking his beefy big toe into your mouth and sucking on it. They always tasted best when you first started- you savored the taste, running your tongue over it slowly with your eyes closed.

"Thats right, bitch. Next you're gonna go clean my piss off the toilet seat, haha. I was too hungover to turn the lights on this morning and kinda missed.

"Yes, King," you said, licking his foot top to bottom.

"Damn fag. I forget how pathetic you are sometimes. Doesn't that bother you? Remember when it used to piss you off, haha, pun intended."

"No, sir. I want to clean up after you forever. Alphas don't have to worry about that stuff. That's what I'm here for."

"Thats right bitch," he said, lifting his foot and rubbing it against your face, hard. You rubbed back just as hard, gasping for air when he pulled away. It felt amazing. You loved his feet. Loved being under them. Something about them just brought out something feral in you. "Go get me a beer, bitch."

You did as he said, getting him one of the cold 6 packs you'd had ready for him, cracking one open and handing it to him. He chugged it in one gulp. You handed him the next. He sipped this one more slowly, sitting back, relaxed, legs spread wide. His head tilted down. You knew your cue- you crawled between his legs. rubbing your face into his shorts. They smelled amazing- his sweaty dick and balls had soaked them through. You felt his thick, meaty cock gertting harder and harder as he sipped his beer with one hand and pressed your face into it with the other until its hard outline was clearly visible. You pulled his pants down, smiling at his huge cock as it popped out of his underwear, kissing up and down his shaft and rubbing against his pubes. His big thighs closed on you, trapping you against his dick. He laughed dumbly as you barely noticed. You were too preoccpied with that dick, so big, so powerful, so hypnotizing.

He crushed up the next beer can and opened his third. His strong hand gripped your hair, pulling you up. You mouth opened reflexively as he lowered your head onto his cock, sliding you all the way down it. You gagged ad choked but that didn't matter. What mattered was serving him. What mattered was taking as much of his cock into you as you could. He lowered your head up and down it slowly. You looked up at him and he was staring down at you superiorly. He was so beautiful. He took another long sip of his beer, but never took his eyes off you as you licked his cock up and down. He crushed the can up and started his fourth. This was how you always did things. You'd stop when he finished his six pack.

On the fifth beer, he lowered you onto his balls. You slurped on them slowly, encouraged by his moans. He went back to playing his game while he enjoyed the fifth beer and you sucked away on his nuts, muting his mic whenever he needed to let out a long moan. You were getting a little fevered now, hot from the heat pulsing off his massive thighs and big bull balls. You had no idea how much time passed- you were lost in him, in his hot musk.

Some time after you heard him crushing up the six can, his hand gripped the back of your head again and forced it back down on his cock. You heard him crush the can and toss it in the corner with the other five, then forced your head back down on his cock as he muted he mic and shuddered, letting out a long "aaaaaahhhhhhhh". His dick and balls bulged and his hot cum started pumping down your throat. He forced you all the way down his cock, but the wasn't necesarry- you were greedily sucking out every drop of it, desperate for more. His cu made you kind of crazy, made you thirst for it over and over again, sinking you deeper with every load you swallowed.

After about a minute when you were nice and full of all the seed he'd pumped into you, he pulled you off and let your head go. It fell to the floor but you barely noticed. Your were dazed, eyes unfocused and hazy. He teased your lips with his big toe and your mouth opened automatically, taking it in and sucking on it again.

"Damn, man. Don't you love being roommates?" he said with a laugh.

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You'd always been skinny for your age, but recently you'd been trying to bulk up. There was a cute Asian girl you liked, and even though you'd brought her flowers and taken her on a few dates, you weren't sure if she was interested in you. You knew her family was pretty traditional and preferred she dated Asian guys- her three other sisters were dating huge, ripped Asian dudes- so you thought working out might make up for it. You didn't want to hound or bother her- you weren't a fuckboy like that.

You ran into her older brother one day at the gym.

You got to talking and he offered to start giving you some pointers and training you. You accepted- his body was awesome, after all. He was kind of an annoying douchebro- all he talked about was lifting, not being a pussy, getting pussy- all kinds of dumb disrespectful stuff. You never understood how guys like this always had girlfriends- but you saw pretty good gains with his help over a few weeks so you kept at it.

One day after you were done he invited you to grab some food. You stopped at a dumplings spot next to the gym. He said he knew the owner so you guys got to eat for free. That was cool. He ordered and asked for extra sauce. It was almost like he'd nodded his head over at you when he asked.

You dug in, exhausted from your workout. The dumplings tasted great, and the sauce was amazing too. The more you ate it, the more you wanted it. You finished it after eating only two or three dumplings and asked for more. He just smirked at you, and bought another two over which you quickly devoured. You had so much energy suddenly, like your body was pulsating with it.

"Dude, do you wanna hit the gym again? Just a few extra reps," you asked.

"I think that sounds like a great idea man."

You walked back in and it was odd- it seemed like everything had shrunk a little. You didn't realize it was because some things about you were slowly changing after your meal- like how you were slowly getting taller, thicker, dumber, and how your features were changing- skin becoming more bronzed- hair thinner and shorter- your mind was on one thing- lifting. You started on the cable machine. The usual weight you did was suddenly very light to you.

"Because that's some pussy lightweight shit," you said with a chuckle.

"Wait- why did I think that?"

Before you could think about it more he nodded at you, increasing the weight. "Just start lifting bro. This is gonna be the best workout of your life Brett."

"Fuck yeah man," you said, getting to work. Something felt different about this workout- like you could feel every muscle pulsing and swelling. You grunted, sweat leaking from your pits. Every pump accelerated the changes. Your features became more Asian as your body became more ripped. Everything got even smaller as you got bigger, taller, broader. Your hair grew longer in some spots, receded in others, turning into a nice fade. Part of you was registering the changes, confused, trying to hold on to your old self- but your mind was changing as quickly as your body, telling you you looked better this way, that this was how you'd always been. Lifting. Eating. Hanging with your bros. Fucking. That was your life. The old you was slowly being erased, replaced by an Asian muscle fuckboy- and you couldn't stop it, you didn't even want to stop it.

"Looking good bro," he said in front of you proudly after your first set, leading you over to the mirror. A ripped Asian guy was staring back at you. You were almost confused, but this was who you were- you'd always been this way. You'd spent hours building this body, bruh. Tons of lat raises and pressed for these capped shoulders, hundreds of bench presses and curls to get these defined, bulging pecs and arms. Memories of all the years in the gym filled you. "That sauce gives a great pump, doesn't it? Let's go do the next set and make this official, Peng."

"Fuck yeah bro," you said dumbly, responding to your new name- wait, new? No, this had always been your name. More memories overwrote everything that had been Brett. You were Peng, the ripped Asian fuckboy. You'd always been Peng. You loved being Peng, you thought as you strode over on your big, powerful legs and grabbed the cables again, lifting the full stack with ease now.

Whoever Brett was, he was weak. Peng was strong- a hulking virile beast. Why would you even want to be Brett? You felt the veins popping in your neck, felt the sense of masculine superiority that came with being the alpha that Peng was. Sweat started leaking out of you again, and what was left of Brett trickled out with it, leaking out of your pits and onto the gym floor. The transformation was complete. You were Peng now, and Peng loved getting some good pussy right after a workout. Sliding your huge Asian cock into a bitch was all you could think of. Your cock and balls had swelled along with you, pumping out ten times the amount of testosterone they had before. You'd be fucking a lot more now.

He led you back over to the mirror, inspecting you. "The best one yet. Now you'll be perfect for my sister. Lets head home, bruh," he said.

You got to his house and his sister didn't even recognize you. She had no idea you used to be Brett= you were just Peng, now. That was all you'd ever been. She played coy at first, but by the end of the night, she was wrapped around your dick, grinding against it dutifully while you lay sprawled out on her bed with your big arms stretched overhead, showing off your biceps and shoulders. You smiled cockily as her moans filled the room and her long, painted nails dug into you. She had been your dream girl- you'd felt lucky that she'd even looked at you before- and now she was bouncing on your cock, begging you to cum in her as she climaxed over and over again.

Damn, it was good to be a man.

I didn’t want to deal with this guy. Every time I saw Marc in the hallway, he just gave me this glare, like he thought he was better than me. Like he thought I was nothing. It pissed me off.

But I had barely slept in days. His music was loud. His fucking was loud. The noise from his apartment never stopped. I’d asked the landlord to deal with it, and he said he would. When nothing changed, I asked the landlord about it again. And he told me that Marc could do whatever he wanted.

So I guess I had to deal with it myself.

I knocked on Marc’s door, and eventually he answered it. He motioned for me to come in, like he was expecting me, and he walked into the living room and sat in a chair. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest place. There was shit everywhere. It stank of sweat and beer. I guess I wasn’t surprised.

“Take a seat,” he said.

I sat on the couch across from him.

“The landlord came to talk to me about some noise complaints. He told me it was you.”

Seriously? The landlord wasn’t supposed to give my name.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” Marc said. He was pissed.

“Look, all I’m asking is for you to—”

Suddenly he sprung forward, grabbed me by the collar, and lifted me into the air. Our eyes were locked. His were filled with fury. And he wasn’t struggling in the slightest to hold me up with a single hand. This was a mistake. I needed to get out of here before this guy beat the crap out of me.

“You don’t ask. I ask. And you do as I say, understand?” he growled.

There was nothing else I could do. I nodded.

“Good.” 

He released me, and I felt my feet hit the ground.

“Say thank you,” he commanded.

“What?” I asked. He hadn’t exactly helped me out.

“I put you down, and I didn’t beat the shit out of you. Say thank you,” he commanded again.

I said nothing, and the anger returned to his face. Our eyes were locked again, and I felt his alpha stare digging into me, and I felt genuine fear. But not just fear. I felt… submission. Part of me was eager to thank him. His dominant eyes were penetrating my mind. I tried to look away, but it was impossible. My eyes wouldn’t move from his.

“T-thank you,” I muttered.

“Good boy.” He raised his arm, and that sweat smell that filled his apartment burst forward, the musk drowning my senses. “Lick my pits, boy.”

The submission feeling hadn’t escaped me, but this strange command brought some reality back to my mind. I’d never lick someone else’s arm pit. Marc was insane.

I made a move to get away, run out of the apartment before this got worse, but his powerful hand grabbed my head and forced my face into his pit.

“Lick, boy,” he commanded.

The musk blew out all of my senses. It was so hard to pull away. His strong hand kept pushing me forward. I could see his massive muscles flexing in the corner of my eye. 

And then the smell started to pull me in. The more I breathed it, the better it smelled. I actually was starting to enjoy his smell. He reeked of dominance. I had to breathe it in. I was breaking before him. And I didn’t even care.

I took a deep whiff of his pits, and then I began to lick eagerly.

“Now that’s a good boy. You love my musk, don’t you?”

I nodded as eagerly as I could while continuing to lick his salty pits.

“Now stop,” he commanded.

Even though I wanted to keep licking so desperately, the moment he spoke, I stopped. I had to obey this alpha.

“You’re a good slave boy, aren’t you? You’re a good bitch.”

I nodded, feeling a dumb grin form on my face. It was automatic. I loved being called a slave, a bitch.

“Get on your knees, slave.” 

I dropped to my knees, and he dropped his pants in one swift movement. His massive, alpha cock stood erect in front of me. I imagined how delicious it would taste in my mouth, how amazing it would be to swallow my Master’s seed.

“You want to suck it so bad, don’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Master. Please let me serve you.” I started to beg, panting and practically drooling as I stared at his thick, long shaft.

He laughed. He knew I was completely and utterly his.

“You still want me to keep it quiet in here?” he asked, a sinister grin smearing his face.

“You can do whatever you want, Master,” I said. I didn’t care how loud he was. I just wanted the honor of serving him. 

“Good. Because when I fuck you, you won’t be able to keep your mouth shut. Now get sucking, boy.”

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