"Hold On Guys, My Bitch Just Got Here. I'll Be Back In 10 After I Give Her A Couple Things To Do," He

"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.

“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.”  

*SNAP*

“Drop”

*SNAP*

“Strip”

*SNAP*

“Kneel”

Good boys hear and obey. Good boys perform for their domme.

“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.”