Dont Bully My Staff

Don’t Bully My Staff

I run a special type of business: dealing with fantasy, the human body, and the love to be served. Before you get a wild idea, it isn’t exactly an escort service, more of a way for men to feel more manly. I have about 30 or so twinkish guys who bring my clients many different things. It ranges from bottle service, butlers, and even go go dancers. I’ve never had an unhappy client, but I have had a few who became too much for my boys to handle. 

I’m protective of my boys, they work hard and I expect my clients to treat them right. If they don’t, well lets say they don’t stay clients for long. Take Aaron Martin for example. He may look good, but inside that boy is nothing but a hot mess. He’s a trust fund child with some sort of complex where he needs to make men feel inferior to him.

I finally had my last straw when he gave Ben a verbal smack down over a wink. I couldn’t continue to watch him treat my staff like this. Ben slunk back behind the bar tears welling up in his eyes. I assured him that I would be taking care of Aaron. Ben watched me add a little powder to the drink much like many of my other guys had. “Please go take this to him. Tell him it is on the house.“ Ben did as requested. I had hopes that Aaron might make amends for his actions. He might even surprise me and do something kind. Sadly no such luck, as usual he snatched the drink from Ben and quickly sent him away. I just smiled as he took a sip of the beer. 

I waited until he was half way through before making my way over. Aaron immediately sat up knowing it was best not to piss me off. “Aaron why don’t you and I have a chat in my office?” He looked confused, but he got up and followed me as we made our way to the back where my office was. 

He stopped being cordial once I shut the door. “What the hell?! You better not be kicking me out! I’ll buy the property and triple your rent.” I smiled at his threats and sat down across from him. 

“See, Aaron,” I said leaning in and putting my hand on his thigh. “I don’t think your threats are going to work with me. I’m not some guy you can bully around.” I gave his thigh a squeeze and he flinched. I was testing his muscle, feeling his thighs bulking up a little in those track pants he always wears. “You know, I’m shocked you didn’t order something more fruity. It is your taste after all.” I watched as he got confused, the beer was almost gone, but now he looked at it in disgust. 

“Would you like another drink?” I asked, requesting something more favorable to be brought by Ben. He gulped, but nodded. Ben wasted no time handing me the drink. “Here Aaron, take a sip.” I handed over the colorful fruity drink and he took that first sip. He let out a little moan and I smiled seeing how easy it was to trick the mighty jock. 

“Now Aaron, I can’t have you treating my boys the way you do. They deserve your respect.” He nodded and I looked up to see his black locks lightening. “See, when you see one of them. You need to smile at them and be courteous. Does that make sense?” He frowned a little, but took another sip. It lightened his mood as he nodded and smiled this time. His face was softening, growing a little bit of his baby fat back. 

The next few sips he took pushed him over the edge. The muscle in his arms dwindled, but it didn’t stray too far as his ass grew slightly. It was time to start changing my tactics. “Aaron, you do understand that you need to make sure the clients are happy.” I waited for his reaction as he took another sip. He was fighting it, but he finally nodded. I smiled as his hair finished lightening into blonde. Not even his father would recognize him now. 

I watched his eyes noticing how he kept glancing down towards my jeans. Everything was going according to plan. The straight jock inside him was slowly losing out as the gay twink stepped forward. “Aaron, can you tell me what you plan to do in order to have a successful career here?” 

Those bright eyes of his lit up at the possibility of a job. “Well sir,” he said in a higher pitched voice. “I plan to make sure every client is treated as best as they can. I am willing to do whatever it takes. I can even shadow under someone if you feel that would be best.” His drink was almost gone.

“That’s a fantastic idea, but lets see how you look in a uniform before I make a decision.” I leaned over opening a drawer and pulled out a thong. “Go put this on.” He reached out taking them without hesitation, his drink empty. “Yes sir! I’ll be right back!” 

He left and quickly made his way back. The drink worked better than I anticipated, his old jock body had rearranged itself to fill him out in the right places. 

“I think we will be a perfect fit, don’t you think so Aaron?” He nodded vigorously giving in. It sucks losing a patron, but Aaron has quickly adapted to his new life. I know Ben is more appreciative as he guy who once tormented him, now follows him like a shadow. I think he even bosses Aaron around now from time to time. Not that Aaron cares, they never do when they decide to join me. 

Veni, vidi, vici

"Smile!"- Caesar heard the click of the camera. "God, I hope I'm good in the photo." he thought. A classmate asked Caesar to be photographed for the school newspaper.

 He was just a regular high school guy. He was the oldest in the graduating class but not the most large. Quite the opposite. He was average height, skinny build and shy nerd. It does not correspond to its Royal name.He was always envious of high athletes who studied with him in the same class.  They were always so muscular and confident. Caesar always wanted to be like them. 

He again thought and did not even notice how the photographer left. Caesar Packed up his things and headed down the school corridor toward the exit.All the students had left the school by that time. His way lay past the school sports hall changing rooms, the door that was now open.

Caesar was about to pass by, I heard something strange. Whispers could be heard from the locker room. It couldn't be disassembled, but it was clearly audible. The young man became curious. He slowly, trying not to make noise, went into the locker room. He looked around, but saw no one. The whisper disappeared. The only thing that was in the locker room is forgotten by someone in the briefs. They lay on the bench with absolutely no owner. Caesar already wanted to turn around and go further, but here in his head came the sudden thought. "What if I try them on?"The thought was absurd, but at the same time so exciting. Caesar felt the cock in his pants bounce a lot. 

He closed the door to the locker room, took off his clothes and walked closer to the briefings. They exuded warmth as if they had just been taken off. Smell other people's sweat and sperm filled the nose of Caesar, when he raised them to the face. The young man without hesitation put them on. Then he put on his trousers, a striped Polo, and left the dressing room. 

The briefs felt so warm the whole time Caesar was walking home. But there was something strange. With each step, Caesar felt heavier and more massive and, as it seemed to him, he became a little taller. He ran home and immediately locked himself in his room. He felt so Horny. He took off all his clothes except his new briefs. He started massaging himself through them. Every second his biceps swelled and his deltas grew bigger. Caesar ran his hand through his hair. Immediately they darkened and took the form of fashionable hairstyles. His abs took the form of 6 convex cubes. The back widened, and the legs were like two huge logs. Then Caesar felt his cock getting bigger in his hand. It stretched and expanded as its balls swelled to the size of a chicken egg. Then Caesar cum. His briefs were now filled with a huge load of his sperm. 

The last transformation of Caesar would have been unable to understand. His brain was re-tuned to Jock's life. All unnecessary now for him school knowledge was replaced by knowledge about football and training programs. His IQ Dropped to an average of 80. Now he's just a stupid Jock. 

The next day, the updated Caesar passed by the locker room. "Why am I still not in training? We have a competition coming up, and my bro team can't do without the quarterback."

Now Caesar is a born athlete and a winner. It matches his name completely.

This is my first story on the request of another blogger. musclegrowthmaker123.tumblr.com thanks for a great idea.

Hey I am a small Mexican nerd and have always wanted to become a dumb jock with big muscles and only wears jock straps to show off my big dick and while I am rich and gay and have a boyfriend

Dumb Jock, you say? I think I can do something for you... I recently visited the Outland. There I came across a magic shaman well in the most dangerous forest. Water from it, according to local beliefs, is magical and fulfills desires. I dipped into this water stuff that I had on hand: several amulets, sheets of parchment, a ring, a cap and (I couldn't resist) a couple of my jockstraps. And now I want to give them to you. You can wear them right now. Oh, bro, are you okay? You lost your balance. Sit down until your transformation is over. I can already see your muscles starting to swell. More and more. Your mind is gradually erased... You're smelling your new scent: a mixture of sweat, unwashed hair and sperm. You smell awful. What are you waiting for? You just got off practice. You wanted to be a DUMB Jock. So now you're really stupid. Your Mexican roots are slowly fading away. Now you look like a standard American football player: blonde hair, powerful body, huge cock.

All the girls are yours. Oh sorry how could I forget! Now you don't care about girls... Ahhh, I don't think your current boyfriend would approve. You want to know who he is?

 You know him. You've been playing Midfielders on your lacrosse team for 3 years. Here he is. I think you guys need a good chat in the locker room.

The 4th of July... Congratulations. :)

Wish Stone

Harry looked up at the high tree trunks. He didn't recognize them. "I think I'm lost in this damn forest!"Said Harry with regret.

 He should have invited some of his friends to go camping, but he preferred to go alone. He needed to find what he once saw in an old book in a closed Department of the library. Wish Stone. In the book he took with him, told about the location of the stone and how to use it. At first Harry thought it was another urban legend, but curiosity was stronger than common sense. Harry gathered his things in a backpack and went to the forest to the old bridge. The locals called it the Troll Bridge. This is the place the book was about.And now, after a few hours of wandering through the forest when Harry thought he was lost, he saw a bridge.

Harry ran to the bridge and peeked under him. As the old book said, there lay a beautiful stone with many facets. He shimmered with all the colors. Harry checked the image in the book against the real stone. It was precisely the stone of desires! Now Harry can make a wish. But there was one condition. Magic doesn't just happen. The stone will suck a little of Harry's intelligence. He was a smart young man and he will not be difficult to share his brains. Harry took the stone in his hand and made a wish. "I want to be muscular, tall and handsome, so that everyone envies me"

The stone flashed several times with different colors and then evaporated into a cloud of fog to appear under the bridge a few years later. 

Harry sensed, that him feel hot, although in the forest was quite damp and cool... Harry could not tolerate this heat and began to undress until he was left alone in his green underwear. He could feel his muscles inflating, his veins pulsing under his skin. His lean body began to inflate with muscle. Now he could discern his slender abs and strong biceps. Harry could hear his bones breaking and spine stretching, causing him to be several inches taller, but he didn't feel any pain. Only heat and pleasure. His ass started to swell until it formed a beautiful butt. His face became more beautiful and refined. His hair was a shaggy hairstyle worn by all the school Hotties. His eyes turned bright green instead of his usual brown eyes. Their color became similar to the color of his underwear. The skin became darker, and all the pimples immediately left, leaving the skin surprisingly smooth. Harry felt a wave of arousal coming from his bulge. His cock started to lengthen to big 9 inches and his balls started to inflate. 

He lowered his underwear to his knees. He started stroking his new cock. With his other hand, he crumpled his balls. He was so pleased and did not want to think about anything. His thoughts and intellect accumulated in his balls, creating a new portion of sperm. After a few minutes Harry cum and the long tapes of ejaculate fell on The Troll Bridge.

Harry felt a lot dumber. His IQ wasn't much higher than 80. He put on his underwear back and felt as if an unknown force was pulling him somewhere. He succumbed and found himself on a hot beach. Harry saw many people on this beach met a hot handsome man that appeared out of nowhere. He knew they were all jealous of him.

This story was born from the idea of my colleague: musclegrowthmaker123. Thank you.