Kinkyfreakytwink - Filthy Freak

In the Gutter...Punk

I've always wanted to give up my white collar life. To become a gutter punk freak. See what life is like on the other side. Covered in piercings and tattoos. But, you know, I only want it to be temporary so I can ultimately return to my life.

once your wish is initiated you suddenly feel strange, your body begins to feel as if it's on fire, your fancy clothing disappears from your body until your mind begins to alter as well, all the knowledge, years of college education fade away. You feel yourself becoming dumber. You stumble around until you make it to the mirror in your small, clutter apartment. You're shocked by the image staring back at you.

A total stranger looks back huge piercings in your ears, tats everywhere, even on your face which makes it difficult for you to find and hold down a job now, From the horns in your head, temporarily small till you can get the bigger ones implanted, you loved the freak you were creating, so damn carefree and not giving a damn what anyone thought of you. Fuck yeah, your bud at the tat shop promised to take you under his wing and teach you the ropes, the least he could do since he was practically using you as his canvas for advertising.

Fuck your boyfriend was waiting for you outside, you guys were going to hang out tonight and get totally stoned before fucking each other all night. You have a week or so in this body, that is if you remember to return to my mansion by midnight of next Saturday. A week passes, you're laid out next to your boy friend smoking the best god damn weed you ever had, thank fuck he works at that new weed shop, your alarm goes off at 11:30Pm. Fuck I know that was for something important you tell your boy, but whatever, fuck it can't be that important you say, rolling over kissing your boy, sealing your fate as your new persona becomes permanent. Enjoy your new life Jagger the Gutter Punk Freak.

Scent of a Man

*4K Follower Special*

Hey everybody, long time no see! I wanted to thank all of you for your patience on this story. Over the last month, I reached 4,000 followers which is bewildering to me. I can’t believe so many of you have stuck around through this journey, I appreciate it tremendously. This story is in honor of my humble, jockification beginnings. Please enjoy ;)

“The drug…it isn’t…it’s his…”

And those were the last words ever heard from Hector, the rookie cop we had sent in to act as an undercover spy. His task was rather simple, but apparently it was more dangerous than the precinct had expected. A new drug ring had been popping up around the local university campus, filling college students’ pockets with some new marijuana product. Although the state had now legalized the drug, the college still had a strong anti-narcotic policy, and this assumed form of weed was especially frightening to the board of regents. Over the first month of the semester, there had been an increasing amount of raves and partying incidents. These rising numbers also had a strong correlation with the decrease in overall course attendance, causing the university’s academic average to slip.

This was when the college began to take action. First, they tried passively implementing new programs to resist the urge to use drugs, but the absolute lack of attendance to any sessions closed the programs within the first week. Secondly, they began to tighten the rules and regulations, threatening stricter punishments to students who disobeyed. The students’ nonchalant response however made the punishments worthless, leading the college to their third option: bringing in the local precinct. They wanted us to not only identify what exactly this new product was, but eventually find the leader of the expanding drug ring and shut the entire operation down. 

Hector, who had just recently graduated from an academy, was fresh to our district. A scrawny little lad at barely 5’9, he was the perfect candidate to send into campus. His bright blue eyes, wispy tenor voice, and hairless body (which I had seen in the locker room numerous times) gave him the appearance of a college freshman; something he wasn’t exactly happy to admit was true. Although the students were almost at midterms, we were luckily able to squeeze him into the battle. As I had stated before, his task was rather simple: gather gossip, learn information, and report back. It only took him two days to give us a name: Casey Lopez. Hector told us he would be sending more information later than night, but before he could he’d been caught. The static quality of his last memo made it impossible to translate, meaning another man would have to be sent in.

“You think you can do this, Nolan?”

“I’m a little more well-versed than Hector is,” I chuckled in response to the chief’s question. “But I’ll do my best.”

“And don’t go beyond your duty.”

“Identify the drug and Casey as the suspect. Leads on Hector follow,” I affirmed.

“Good, report back to me tomorrow when possible.”

“Sounds good, Chief.”

Since the conversation this morning, I had gone over some files to read up on Casey’s background. As a junior in college, he had a fairly interesting background. He was a popular figure due to his position as a defensive back for the university’s football team and as an out-and-proud bisexual. Born to Mexican immigrants in the United States, he was bilingual in both English and Spanish. I was surprised to find he had failed both his freshman and sophomore years of college, meaning he was soon turning 23 in his (possibly first) junior year. When asked for adjectives to describe him, staff and faculty had stated that Casey was “careless”, “lackadaisical”, “dull”, “persuasive”, and specifically, “odoriferous”.

Once I had developed a basic background of the subject in question, I donned my uniform and hopped on a bus to the campus. My outfit wasn’t made of the usual navy fabric I was used to, but instead a gray, starchy variety that the university’s electrical staff wore. With my keys and warrant folded up in one pocket and my phone in the other, my job was straightforward. I was going to enter Casey’s room to perform a routine checkup on the fire alarm. Really, I was going to be installing a miniature camera and routing it through the alarm. The entire process itself would take five minutes tops, and once I was finished I could begin monitoring from afar.

Once the bus had dropped me off at my stop, I confidently hiked across the grounds to Casey’s dorm. It was an older building with character: small hallways, tight bathroom spaces, and every room had its own, unique shape. When I made it to Casey’s floor, a sudden urge to use the restroom guided me to a pitstop. I quickly swung into the dormitory’s bathroom. Accidentally, my keys and folded warrant flung out of my pocket as I lowered my trousers. I cursed to myself and after finishing I zipped back up, flushed, and bent over to pick up my belongings. I heard the door fling open from in front of me as I reached down to grab them.

“Oh sorry bro!” 

The baritone voice from above had an immeasurable amount of vocal fry. I peered up at the young man, who had approached the sink in front of me. He was clad only in a pair of plaid boxers. I assumed he was about to take a shower after spying the towel he had dropped in surprise. A gigantic foot swung into my view before dragging the towel back to the young man. Once I stood up, I realized he stood rather tall. A few inches higher than my own 5’11, he appeared to be a fairly hirsute jock. He was bulky, but it was strictly formed by muscle, and by the amount of hair I assumed he had to be a junior or senior. His dull blue eyes were as lifeless as his voice, and he had a peculiar smell surrounding him like a pungent aura. It took me a moment to pick up on the reminiscent, skunky scent of marijuana laced in odor, but I could not pinpoint the other flavor.

“I had no idea someone was cleaning out the bathroom right now,” he guffawed sluggishly.

“I’m not working here,” I replied earnestly, shoving my keys in my pocket. “Just doing my own personal business.”

“Oh…” He smacked his forehead with a palm and laughed deep and heartily once again. Once he was finished, he looked over me with a dumb smile. Even though I was at least 10 years his senior, I couldn’t help but admit I was a little flattered. I was straight, but it felt nice to be physically appreciated every now and then. I didn’t have the most beautiful build, but my chocolatey eyes and runner’s figure put me at least at a B grade. 

“If you don’t mind…” I motioned to the sink.

“Not at all, little bro.” My initial liking evaporated with that comment as I swiftly washed my hands. Right before I could leave however, he asked for my name.

“Jon.”

“Hunter,” he responded back. “Hopefully I see you around campus, bruh.” With that, he shut the door to his shower stall and I followed suit with the restroom’s. Rolling my eyes and focusing back on my objective, I strolled down the hall way until I reached Casey’s door. I took a short breath and gave three sturdy knocks to his door.

“Just a minute, broski!” I heard a hollow reply come back. The voice was as deep and empty as Hunter’s. After about a minute of waiting, the door opened to reveal Hector’s suspect. Standing at 6’4 with a caramel, muscular body, Casey was wearing only a pair of flat-front blue shorts (which I could unfortunately tell he was going commando underneath). Thanks to his outfit however, I was able to subtly observe every part of Casey’s body. I immediately understood why Casey was such a popular figure on this campus after noticing the prominent bulges from both ends of his only adornment.

“Whazzup?”

“I’m here for some routine fire alarm maintenance,” I started casually. “I received a call from the floor advisor about some potential issues, so I’m going around and making sure all are up to code.”

I could practically see the gears turning as Casey took a moment to process everything I had said. “Oh, yeah alright. C’mon in brah.”

I felt like throwing up as soon as I entered his dorm. First, the place was beyond messy. There were heaps of crusty, sweaty clothes scattered around the place, old food boxes rotting outside of the trash bin, and numerous colored stains of different shapes and sizes scattered around that I didn’t want to identify. I’m not a clean freak by any means, but the amount of grime and grunge in this room was sickening. Not only that, but there was an intense flavor to the room. It reeked of something similar to marijuana, but there was a second factor I just couldn’t pick out. I rationalized that no body odor could be so peppery or nutty.

Borrowing one of his chairs, I climbed my way up and began installing the camera. Casey dragged his way over to the sole clean item in the dorm just barely out of my view: a white leather couch. Lying back and stretching out, he got comfortable as he played around on his phone. The entire process was rather quiet. I would take out a screw and he’d swipe away on some app. I’d connect two wires and he’d chuckle at something on TikTok. When I was wrapping up, his ringer started going off rapidly. Apparently something urgent was coming in through the other end. With a grunt, I heard Casey slowly get up from behind me.

FFFPPPHHSSHHH!

“Oh…sorry bro,” Casey muttered as he passed in front of me. I could tell by his voice that he wasn’t sorry, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for the fumes that hit my face. They were eye-watering; so sharp it felt as if my higher brain functions were suddenly cut off. Still standing in front of me, Casey shoved a few fingers up his crack as he let out another.

BRRMMPH!

I staggered momentarily on top of the chair, losing my balance. I just had realign the cover and tighten the final screws before I could leave this torturous, odorous dungeon. After seeing his room and experiencing him in person, I now understood why the staff and faculty had chosen the adjectives they had.

“Brah, you’re not looking too good.”

Unfortunately, he was right. My shaking body was barely holding up. The pungent smells were becoming too much.

“Here, let me help you down.”

Casey grabbed my arm and pulled me down. Too weak to oppose, I complied as he let me fall into his arms. Swiftly, he covered my mouth with his hand, shoving his fingers right beneath my nose. The same fingers that had been shoved in his crack just moments before.

“Just breathe, bro. Breathe.”

I did as he commanded, letting the sweet, spicy scent overtake me. Seconds later, I was out.

— —

“Mornin’ dude, glad to see your waking up.”

I rubbed my head groggily as I lifted myself up from the floor. Casey was looming above me on the white couch, still donning the same outfit as before. 

“I…I can’t believe that happened,” I stuttered, stunned as I got up.

“Yeah,” Casey replied snarkily. “Guess you can’t handle the smell of a real man.” I groaned internally, trying to desperately still play the character as I began to stand up.

All I had to do was apologize. I had failed my mission and there was no use trying to save it now. However, as I rose up, I noticed a lurking figure at the door. Hunter’s dumb, cocky grin didn’t greet me with the same friendliness as before.

“How long was I out?”

“Only half an hour,” Casey grunted. “But a little over since you dropped this.”

Casey then shoved his right hand into his shorts, digging out a small piece of folded paper. I took a step over to the couch and grabbed it, noticing a yellow-orangish tint to one side of the paper. Looking past the paper, I was surprised to see I was now completely naked. I was not alarmed however; I strangely felt safe in Casey’s presence.

“Pretty lousy cop if I do say so myself,” Casey muttered nonchalantly. “Flashing your warrant around? Doesn’t seem professional, Nolan.”

The way his mouth phrased my name felt dirty. In fact, it made me feel dirty. Dirty that I’d disappointed him in some way, but I couldn’t tell why.

“Doesn’t matter, I already showed Hunter which side to be loyal to, and now I can do the same for you.”

Casey noticed my bewildered look before snickering.

“Oh, you don’t recognize your good friend Hector?”

Once again, the tone of Casey’s voice caused another wave of embarrassment to crash over me. I couldn’t believe that I had disappointed Casey once again. But looking back at Hunter, I wasn’t surprised I hadn’t. The only part of him that looked reminiscent of the bare, scrawny kid who had shown up at the station weeks before were his striking blue eyes, yet they had lost the sparkle they once gleamed with.

“Nolan,” Casey accented my name with contempt once more. “Now that I let you in on Hunter and I’s little secret, I’m going to need something back from you.”

Casey was right, he did deserve something back in return.

“What do…you wa…nt?” I slurred.

“Your will,” he stated flatly.

“My…”

“Will,” Casey repeated. “It’s that simple.”

Something in the back of my mind told me it was not, urged me that something here was majorly off, but I couldn’t listen. I had already disappointed Casey twice in just the past few minutes–if I kept slipping up I was sure something bad would happen. 

“You see, my parents come from an ancient sector of México. Their village held a sacred prophecy, one that was engraved into a cave wall before the village even existed. It read: ‘El muchacho de la esencia hará caer a los reyes a sus perfumados pies’.”

I stood there blankly, letting Casey’s beautiful Spanish wash over me.

“It literally translates to, ‘The boy of essence will make kings fall at his perfumed feet’. Of course, for thousands of years no one ever knew what it had meant until I came along. You see, when I began producing, my parents recognized that my musk gave off the same flavor as achiote paste, a cherished spice from their homeland. The other boys at school picked up on it too, letting me do anything to them I desired.”

My eyes glazed over as my focus became entirely dedicated to Casey.

“At first, I hid away my power through deodorants and scented sprays, but recently I realized who I was born to be.”

I heard Hunter step away from the door and step up behind me. His smell was just as powerful, but not as delicious as Casey’s.

“Nolan.”

I immediately straightened up at the sound of Casey saying my name.

“If you want to leave, go right ahead. The door’s unlocked and you can finish the job you had originally come here to do.”

I felt Hunter firmly place his hands on my arms.

“If you want to stay however, then I will make you into the man you were meant to be. You can discover the ‘drug’ that this college is becoming addicted to.”

Casey casually raised his left arm and placed it behind his head, exposing a furry pit. I stood there silently, licking my lips while my lack of movement was taken as an answer. 

“Then let’s begin.”

My body shook with excitement and glee from having made Casey so happy. He gave Hunter a quick nod and before I knew it, I was being guided to a heavenly destination. Hunter softly helped me to my knees before bringing my head into his armpit. Bliss shot through my body as I was brought closer and closer. Once I was placed firmly inside the scented abyss, I felt Casey’s arm clamp down like a latch. It wasn’t tight however as we both knew I wasn’t planning on escaping.

“The process will be over in minutes, Nolan,” Casey’s voice cooed from the outside world. I was so deep in that it felt like my voice was in my head overpowering any other thoughts. “All you have to do is sniff away at my glorious scent and I will give you what you deserve.”

Eagerly, I began to do as he commanded. The striking sweetness and the pungent peppery flavor shot through my nose into my body. The odor was so strong and rancid it should have overpowered me once again, but somehow I held on strong.

“First, we have to address the age issue,” Casey hummed. “Hunter was already accepted as a student here thanks to your precinct, but unfortunately you’re a little too old.”

I felt a depressed frown pass over my face.

“However, I want you to be more than just one of my enhanced boytoys. Unlike Hunter, you’re a much more valuable piece to play with.”

I beamed with joy at Casey’s compliment. I sniffed away while he continued.

“See, I’ve only been able to capture college students in my campaign so far. Now that I’ve got an adult however, I can begin expanding my reach outwards. The university’s currently looking for a new assistant hockey coach. Thankfully you’re of the right age, so all I have to do is give you the body and background.

I grinned inside of Casey’s armpit, ecstatic for my new role in society under his rule.

“As you’ve probably noticed, my body’s pretty smooth. Ladies prefer a cleaner-looking man, so I have to shave twice a day to keep up. Because of this, I tend to like my men hairy, so I want you to have the pelt I should have. This will also be important for staying warm in the rink, since that will basically become your second home.”

Instantly, I felt my body spark with energy as tiny hairs began sprouting around my body. I’d been hairless for all my life, so much so I barely used a razor more than once a week. Although I couldn’t see it, my chest was the first to spring forth. Hundreds of hairs covered my pectorals, stomach, shoulders, and back. The new layer felt warm and itchy, but for some reason it didn’t feel new. The waves spread down my arms and legs before softening at the hands and feet. I even felt a new wispy sensation across my buttocks. After tufts emerged from my neck, pits, and crotch, I realized proudly that I’d never be able to hide this new coat.

I kept inhaling Casey’s scent obediently, never once leaving his pit as the changes happened. Even though I’d preferred having a bare body before, my own interests twisted under Casey’s presence. Being covered in my own fur became not only exciting to me, but arousing. The forests of sandy hair gave me a more masculine appearance. They kept me warm and pleasantly sweaty.

“I like men with darker coats. It makes their fur stand out more.”

I can’t explain it, but I perceived the difference as the hairs took on a color darker than the brownish hue of my eyes.

“You’re gonna be buff too. I’m thinking you started playing hockey at age 10, won the state championship twice for your high school, got a full ride scholarship to this college to play, and then went on to coach back in your hometown for the last ten years.”

I listened faithfully, his words bulking me up with every syllable. My thinner frame instantly filled out, growing stronger as my skin grew tight. Biceps plumped, thighs thickened. Luckily, Casey’s immaculate scent distracted me from any pain I should’ve felt. Abs became more prominent, and I soon felt my own pectorals begin pushing me away from Casey. Legs elongated to bring me to a proper 6′2. My feet stretched against the ground, toes lingering further away from me as my soles reached an impossible Size 16. I felt my buttocks inflate behind me as well, the famous “hockey butt” problem now becoming a major issue for me. 

“Now that’s the proper body! You look like an off-season NHL player.”

A wave of pride rushed over me.

“Next, just a few tweaks and we’ll be all set. First, let’s fix that nose.”

My sniffing stopped for a split second. A painful crunch echoed inside Casey’s pit, but I didn’t feel a thing. I did feel the new weight to my nose however, for it had now swollen a little larger.

“Every hockey player breaks a bone at some point,” Casey remarked. “Let’s get some more hair on that face too–it’s looking a little bare.”

Instantly, my eyebrows thickened and I felt the familiar tickling sensation cover my jaw. A respectable beard and mustache grew in, itching against Casey’s pit while I took in his scent.

“Now Nolan, I’ve given you a lot of things, but unfortunately you were a bad boy.”

I felt the disappointment from earlier wash over me again.

“You were a bad boy, so now you have to accept the punishment.”

Casey was right, I had been a bad boy before he showed me the right way. I deserved this.

“That’s an impressive cock you have here, I’m guessing it’s almost 8 inches hard.”

Over the course of this whole ideal, I’d been subconsciously humping the couch. My throbbing dick was aching for release, waiting for Casey to say the words. Sure, I was straight, but loving Casey was beyond simple human sexuality.

“Bad boys must learn obedience, submission is key.”

As he uttered each syllable, I felt the head of my dick lower. It grew thinner and shorter with every vowel that passed through Casey’s lips. My balls also shriveled down, becoming little grapes rubbing softly against the edge of the couch. Still hard as ever, I continued to passionately sniff and grind. The cock that had just been named “impressive” by my idol was now nothing more than a pecker. I guessed it was now under 4 inches hard.

“Much better, wouldn’t you agree, Nolan? Can’t have you going around with that long tin can you had previously.”

I should’ve been angry, furious even that he’d stripped me of my manhood. But instead I was completely content; delighted even. Whatever pleased Casey pleased me.

“Before we finish off with the personality rewrite, we gotta fix that name: Nolan Langlin.” Casey phrased my name again in that crude way. His tongue coating it in mud and grime.

“I’m thinking something a little more common, a little dumber, and something to always remind you of your punishment.”

Even with my head shoved in his armpit, I’m confident Casey knew I agreed with him. 

— —

“Thank you once again for your participation, any information truly does help.”

It had been almost three weeks since Casey had led me to my new role in society, his society. After my physical reincarnation, Casey had given me a new history and purpose in life. He informed me of my new roles, both in the real world and under his rule. After we had finished, I had immediately applied and received the position as the university’s new assistant hockey coach. Nobody questioned my spontaneous appearance as people were too distracted by the sudden disappearances of two officers on campus. 

Since my enlightenment, I’d bought a new home on the other side of town. An older home, I decorated it with all the proper materials for my new life. Covered in musty furniture, the blandest color schemes, and random masculine signage (like the classic “Man Cave”), my house was now the perfect bachelor pad. And, as one of the few adults under the new domain so far, a frequent visiting place for Casey to plan his next moves. As planned, the chief of the local precinct got word of Casey’s recurrent appearances and decided to investigate.

“No problem,” I guffawed, absorbed by the emptiness of my own fried baritone. “Please, take a seat.”

We both sat down on my porch. He pulled out a small notepad as I made myself comfortable. We wouldn’t be getting too far in this conversation.

“Mind if I record our conversation?” The chief asked, pulling out a phone.

“Not at all.”

“Perfect,” the chief muttered. “Nathan Longtin.”

“Nate’s just fine,” I corrected.

“Alright, Nate, I want to ask you a few questions about Casey Lopez.”

As if on cue, I raised my right arm up and flexed. My bicep and tricep popped out proudly from my orange tee, but it was the jungle of armpit hairs that spilled out that caught the chief’s attention.

“Excuse me…Mr. Longtin?”

“Can you smell that?”

At the end of my metamorphosis, Casey had gifted me with a fragment of his own powerful scent. It did not contain the same miraculous powers he had, but it would be enough to crash a full-grown man’s system in under a minute.

“Smell…what?”

I could tell he was taking it in. The fresh air of the outside world didn’t stand a chance against the sweet, peppery scent Casey had gifted me with. Acting innocently, I threw my other arm up behind my head and pretended to stretch. I kissed my bicep while doing so, getting a whiff for myself.

“What you’re looking for.”

And just like that, I watched as the chief’s eyes dulled over. In seconds, he would pass out on the chair just like I had in Casey’s welcoming arms. I turned off the recording on the other man’s phone before grabbing my own. I texted Casey to come pick up his prize, hoping he would be pleased with me.