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Breaking the Vow of Celibacy and Forced into Gluttony
[This one is for you @specktrainer. Thanks for the idea. I hope you enjoy]
I lie in bed awake. It's barely 4:58 am. My mind has become accustomed to waking up early. But my new bigger body still needs time to get energized.
It's now 5:00 am. The church bells start to ring, letting my brothers know its time to start getting ready for the day.
(Its been years since I first joined the catholic monastery. I was young and bisexual. Although, I loved women, there was always apart of me that wanted to be with men. But, I grew up in the church. I was taught loving men was wrong. So, to prevent myself from giving into the sin of homosexuality, I decided to devote my life to god. I decided to become a catholic monk and take a vow of celibacy.)
The mornings were never easy for me. But, now with this new added weight, it became a lot harder.
It's 5:30 am. And I am finally able to roll myself out of bed. My fat breast sit on top of my pot belly, I lean against the night stand to help my chubby legs to get me standing on my feet. I waddle to my towel and head to the shower room. My chest feels the sting of cold morning air. The only thing I'm wearing are my oversize boxers.
By the time, I get to the showers nobody is in there. The other guys tend to take a shower as soon as they wake up. Knowing this, I usually wait until the shower room is empty. It wasn't a problem for me before, but once I gained this weight I have become a little embarrassed of my body. I turn on the water and scrub my large body. I make sure to get under the folds of my flabby skin. I lift up my breast. I get under my stomach. I wash my love handles. I push back my fatpad to wash my penis. I note, that the shower process has become a lot longer with my new size. I'm even a little out of breath.
I start making my way to my room. Some of the other men are starting to leave their rooms. They are always shocked to see my fat body. They don't say anything about it. They just look at my beach ball stomach and big breast. Then they finally look up at me and smile "Good morning Brother." I respond back "And to you, brother." I know in there minds they are laughing at me.
It's 5:50 and I quickly put on a skin tight under shirt and my monk robe, which is equally tight. It's part of my punishment. It revealed how big my breast were and strained heavily against my ballooning stomach.
(I wasn't always fat. In fact when I first came to the monastery I was stick thin. Us monks work as a community, thus we have a range of different jobs. Before last year my duties were set in construction. I helped build in the small neighboring town and monastery. Us monks in construction tend to be more fit. Through the hard manual labor my body had become ripped. This made my sexual urges hard to control. I had the type body I lusted for.
It started with masturbation. Then I started having sex with women and men in the town. I was becoming arrogant and cocky. Two years ago, another catholic monk around my age was transferred over. He was hot and, we both shared the same sin. Our chemistry was instant and we fell in love. We would sneak off and have sex. Our powerful bodies grinding against each other. It wasn't long until we were found out. And, all my past actions were brought to light.
We knew we did wrong, so we didn't fight the punishment. He was transferred again. I however remained. My punishment was to learn humility and lessen my sexual urges. So, the head monk declared I should be forced to gain weight. The first few months I fought back. So, they had to force feed me. But, I came to an understanding. I had to be punished. I was a sinful man. So, I started willingly fed myself. I'm not supposed to stop until I weigh 350lbs.)
It 6:00 am. Breakfast time. I walked in, the last one to arrive. Everyone always stares. I sit next to some of the guys, I know from the construction group. I know under their robes hide strong bodies. Most look at me with pity. Others mockingly say "Good morning, brother." Breakfast is always something simple. This time it was a vegetable soup with a small loaf of bread and water.
It 7:00 am. And it's the first prayer for the day. I squeeze by some older monks to get to an empty seat. They groan some in annoyance and others in disgust. Everyone knows about my punishment. But, most monks are still put off my seeing me, an obese monk.
(You see as a monk. We are fairly active and what we eat is heavily regulated. We have the buff construction monks . Other monks who are more active usually stay slim. Then lastly the less active monks mostly just develop dad bods, with small bellies. Living the life of a catholic monk, it would be hard to become overweight, yet alone obese.)
It is 8:00 am. Now is when my fellow brothers go back to their room and solo study, the word of god, taking in his daily message, through the scriptures. However, for this past year; it has been part of my punishment. Instead of going back to my room, I go to the kitchen. There I see plates of food waiting for me. Fruits, meats, breads, and sweets. At least 10 full size servings are waiting for me.
But, first I step on the scale. It read 303.4lbs. So, I finally broke through the 300lbs barrier, I think to myself. I make a note of it, in a nearby note book that has been used to record my progress. And a start eating. With the soup and bread in my stomach from breakfast, the first six plates are easy to go through. I feel my stomach becoming heavier and getting full. I start feeling a tingling sensation on my nipples.
In a slower pace, I get the 7th plate down, then the 8th and the 9th. There is no more room in my stomach. My robe is even more stretched. One wrong move and I feel like the stitches could rip. With pure will power, I quickly eat the last plate. I place my hands on the table, bracing myself against the urges of wanting to throw up. Those sensations pass, as I slowly and softly rub my stomach.
It's 9:00 am: The second prayer service. I use all my strength to lift me off the table. My legs shake, as they gain balance to make up for the weight of the food in my stomach. As I stand up straight, I feel two small holes form on the side of my robe. They reveal my white under shirt. I get on the scale. It reads 315.2 lbs. 12 pounds of food is slowly being digested in my stomach. I slowly make my way to the chapel room.
It's 10:00 am. Now is when my brothers would head off to do their jobs. However, I usually stayed in my room and read scriptures. I was ready to do just that, when an elder monk stopped me.
"Aw brother James. Seeing as your punishment is going well. Father Ezekiel wants to slowly give you back privileges. So, today you will go to work in town, making house prayers."
I was shocked. I was happy to get to go back into town. But, I was nervous of people seeing me, after a year of getting fat. " Thanks Father. Before I go, can I request a bigger robe." I motion to the holes.
He laughs a little. "Aw brother, at this rate your punishment will be over in no time. I have seen your growing gut and made an order for a new one. I just didn't think you would out grow this one so soon. Unfortunately, your new robe won't be finished until tomorrow." I sigh and thank him, as he gives me a list of people to visit.
I start making my way to the town. My other brothers got a head start, so I walked alone. In the first 5 minutes, I knew I was going to be in trouble. Normally, I could now feel my body jiggle with every step. But, walking on the uneven path to town caused even more motioned on my body. The warmth of the sun adds to the heat of my fat body. Walking for 10 minutes, my legs start to hurt. This has been the most exercise I've done in a year, let alone with all this new weight.
My life for the past year only consisted of walking to my room, the shower, the dining hall and the chapel, all of these locations being very close to each other. Luckily along the path were benches and other natural sitting spots. A walk that should have took 40 minutes ended up taking me about an 1 hour and 15 minutes.
When, I finally got to town, I stop at the local coffee shop, to catch my breath and relax my feet. At this point, I'm super sweaty and out of breath.
"Hello Brother, Can I offer you a drink and a muffin." I hear from the counter. Still exhausted from my walk, I blindly answer "Yes please, if it won't be any trouble." A short while later the serve comes and my heart stop. It was a woman I slept with before. "Here you go enjoy." She says with a smile. "God bless you." I nervously respond. She about to leave, but stops herself. "Are you new to the monastery ... I mean ... I don't want to over step, but your pretty big compared to the other catholic monks."
Those last words stung. My face grew red. But, part of me was happy she didn't recognize me. "Yes ... yeah I'm new." I lied. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious." She said apologetically. "It's okay. I know I would be curious too." I smiled back. She walks away and I finish my drink and muffin. Feeling better, I wave, as I leave to do my job.
I see a lot of familiar face, but no body seems to recognize me. I guess it makes sense. I was gone for a year. I put on a lot of weight. The fat on my face change/hide some details of my face. I have a beard to hide my double chin and smaller neck. Unless you knew better, I guess I do look like a completely different person.
It is now 5:00 pm. I should be walking back to the monastery, but I still had work to do. I already took to long getting to town. it was a workout walking to different houses throughout town. I also took extra time on my lunch break. So, it took me longer to finish. It was about 5:45 when I was done. I had 15 minutes to get back. So, I tried walking my fastest, with my feet aching. But, I felt the exhaustion in my body. So, I just excepted I was going to be late.
The 6:00 pm bells rang. It was time for the third prayer service. But, I am still barely near the beginning of the path back.
The 7:00 pm bells ring. It was dinner time. My stomach is growling. I must have been a little more than half way now. Suddenly, I see a car coming from the monastery. It was one of my brothers from construction.
"Damn someone looks like they got there exercise in." He laughs. "We didn't know you were in town or we would have waited for you and walk back together." He said, as he opened the passenger door."
"Yeah, I guess I should've checked in with you guys, at some point."
"Yeah, but the elders could have told us you were going to be in town. I guess they also didn't realize how out of shape you would be in. And, that you wouldn't be able to make the walk like the rest of us." He said.
"Yeah ... I guess I didn't realize how out of shape I was either." I sighed.
"Well luckily for you, and with what happened to day. They told me to tell you the next time you go into town you are gonna be driven there and back." He smiled as he rubbed my shoulder.
"Thank god." I laughed, as I patted my stomach. We arrived in a quick 5 minutes, now that we were in a car. We entered the dining hall. The other guys stared, seeing me tried, sweaty, and my robe ripped more on the sides, form all the movement my belly did today. It must of been a sight, because the hall erupted in laughter. It was a mix of mockery and support, with some brothers clapping. Some were worried, some were sympathetic, but most just laughed at me or the situation I got myself in. “Alright. Alright that enough ... leave the poor man alone and eat." The elder monk let out. Embarrassed, I walked to my seat and ate, as some still glanced in my direction.
It's 8:00 pm and the 4th a last service starts. At the end of it, I head to the kitchen for the continuation of my punishment.
It's 9:00 pm and while my brothers get read for bed. I begin eat 10 more plates of food. This time an other brother is in there, still cooking for me and preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. With the last plate my stomach is pushed beyond its limits and rips the rest of my robe. I walk out robe-less with my boxers and undershirt unable to go past my belly.
It's 10:00 pm. I head to the shower room. Inside are a bunch of my brothers, waiting for me.
(You see there are many catholic monks who break the vow of celibacy. You only get in trouble when you get caught)
They turn on the water for me and bring a chair for me to sit in the shower. Ever since I got found out, this became a regular occurrence. And the more weight I gain the more brothers joined. The brothers take turns keeping watch. While inside other brothers use me as their sex toy. Some take turns pushing down my fatpad and sucking my cock. Others take turns fucking my jiggling ass. Others like jacking off, while rubbing and sucking my breast. Others just liked rubbing my extended belly and masturbating to everything that was happening.
By 11:00 pm, I'm back in my room. Full from all the food and exhausted from all the walking and sex, I Instantly fall asleep to do it all over tomorrow.
The Weight of Brotherhood
Andreas was the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. Born and raised in Greece, with sun-kissed skin, dark curly hair, and a perfectly sculpted body, he had built a successful career as a fitness trainer after moving to Miami. His clients adored him, not just for his expertise but also for his charm and easygoing nature.
One of his newer clients, Matt, was part of a local fraternity. Matt had been working with Andreas for a few months and had made noticeable progress. One day, after a workout session, Matt mentioned an idea.
“Hey, Andreas, my fraternity brothers were asking about you,” Matt said casually as they wiped down their equipment. “They’ve been struggling to get in shape and thought maybe you could come by the house one weekend. Help us all out with some training?”
Andreas smiled, flattered. “Sure, man. I’ve got some time this weekend. It’ll be fun to whip them into shape.”
What Andreas didn’t know was that Matt’s fraternity wasn’t just any fraternity. The house was known for its love of excess—partying, eating, and indulging in the finer things in life. It wasn’t about fitness. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
On Saturday afternoon, Andreas arrived at the massive frat house on the edge of campus, expecting a group of eager young men ready to learn how to live healthier. As he stepped through the door, he was greeted by Matt and a few of his “brothers,” all of whom looked far from fit. Beer bellies hung over their shorts, and the smell of greasy food wafted from the kitchen.
“Welcome to the house, man!” Matt grinned, slapping Andreas on the back. “The guys are excited to meet you.”
Andreas hesitated. “This isn’t what I was expecting, Matt.”
Matt shrugged. “Come on, you’ll love it. We’re all about brotherhood here. Why don’t you have a drink? Relax a bit before we get started.”
Reluctantly, Andreas accepted the beer. He figured one drink wouldn’t hurt. But as the night went on, the frat brothers kept offering him more—beer, pizza, burgers, and desserts he normally wouldn’t touch. At first, Andreas politely declined, but they insisted, urging him to join in.
“We do things differently here,” Matt said, leaning in. “We embrace indulgence. All that fitness stuff can wait.”
Andreas laughed it off, thinking it was just part of their laid-back attitude. But after a few more drinks, his head felt fuzzy, and his normally strict discipline began to waver. He was surrounded by guys who seemed to genuinely enjoy their carefree lifestyle, and part of him thought—why not? Just for tonight.
Hours passed, and the more Andreas ate and drank, the more he felt his resolve slipping away. Before long, the group had moved to the living room, where Andreas found himself reclining on a plush couch, shirtless and stuffed from all the food they had pushed on him. His abs were starting to blur under the bloat of the evening’s feast.
It was then that Matt dropped the bomb.
“You’re going to make a perfect new member,” he said, his tone shifting from playful to serious.
Andreas blinked, confused. “New member? Of what?”
“The fraternity, of course,” Matt said, his grin widening. “You’re not leaving, Andreas. We’ve got plans for you. You see, every guy who comes into this house ends up joining. And we’re going to make sure you embrace what we’re all about—size, indulgence, and brotherhood.”
Before Andreas could protest, two other frat brothers grabbed his arms, leading him toward a back room. They weren’t forceful, but the weight of his full stomach and the alcohol had made him sluggish.
“Wait, what is this? This isn’t what I signed up for!” Andreas tried to push back, but his body was too slow to react.
“Relax, Andreas,” Matt said, following behind. “You’ll learn to love it. We take care of our own. You’re already halfway there—look at how much you’ve eaten tonight. Imagine that, but every day. All the food you want, no more worrying about staying lean. Just imagine yourself as one of us.”
They led Andreas to a large room filled with oversized couches, huge plates of food, and beer taps lining the walls. Posters of past members—once muscular, now massive and grinning—adorned the walls. It was clear that this wasn’t just any frat. It was a fraternity dedicated to growth—the kind that came from indulgence.
Andreas’ heart raced. He wanted to fight back, to break free, but part of him was curious. The lifestyle they promised, the sense of belonging—they were tempting. He had always lived by strict rules, keeping his body in peak condition. But here, there were no rules. Only freedom to eat, drink, and live without restraint.
Over the next few days, Andreas found himself trapped in the house, unable to leave. The brothers made sure he was always surrounded by food, encouraging him to embrace their ways. At first, he resisted, trying to maintain some control. But each day, the temptation grew stronger.
Weeks passed, and Andreas’ body began to change. His once-defined muscles softened as he packed on pounds, his abs giving way to a growing belly. His clothes no longer fit, and the sight of his reflection shocked him at first. But the frat brothers were always there, reassuring him, telling him how great he looked, how he was finally becoming one of them.
And eventually, Andreas stopped fighting. He accepted his new life, indulging in the endless food and drink, letting go of his former identity as a fitness trainer. The frat had broken him down, but in its place, they had built someone new—someone bigger, softer, and more content than he ever thought possible.
By the time Andreas reached his full size, he was unrecognizable from the sleek, muscular trainer he had once been. But the brothers welcomed him with open arms, making him feel like he belonged for the first time in his life.
And in the end, Andreas didn’t just join the fraternity. He embraced it, becoming the newest—and largest—member of the Fat House Brotherhood.
A very cool story 🥰
The Weight of Brotherhood
Andreas was the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. Born and raised in Greece, with sun-kissed skin, dark curly hair, and a perfectly sculpted body, he had built a successful career as a fitness trainer after moving to Miami. His clients adored him, not just for his expertise but also for his charm and easygoing nature.
One of his newer clients, Matt, was part of a local fraternity. Matt had been working with Andreas for a few months and had made noticeable progress. One day, after a workout session, Matt mentioned an idea.
“Hey, Andreas, my fraternity brothers were asking about you,” Matt said casually as they wiped down their equipment. “They’ve been struggling to get in shape and thought maybe you could come by the house one weekend. Help us all out with some training?”
Andreas smiled, flattered. “Sure, man. I’ve got some time this weekend. It’ll be fun to whip them into shape.”
What Andreas didn’t know was that Matt’s fraternity wasn’t just any fraternity. The house was known for its love of excess—partying, eating, and indulging in the finer things in life. It wasn’t about fitness. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
On Saturday afternoon, Andreas arrived at the massive frat house on the edge of campus, expecting a group of eager young men ready to learn how to live healthier. As he stepped through the door, he was greeted by Matt and a few of his “brothers,” all of whom looked far from fit. Beer bellies hung over their shorts, and the smell of greasy food wafted from the kitchen.
“Welcome to the house, man!” Matt grinned, slapping Andreas on the back. “The guys are excited to meet you.”
Andreas hesitated. “This isn’t what I was expecting, Matt.”
Matt shrugged. “Come on, you’ll love it. We’re all about brotherhood here. Why don’t you have a drink? Relax a bit before we get started.”
Reluctantly, Andreas accepted the beer. He figured one drink wouldn’t hurt. But as the night went on, the frat brothers kept offering him more—beer, pizza, burgers, and desserts he normally wouldn’t touch. At first, Andreas politely declined, but they insisted, urging him to join in.
“We do things differently here,” Matt said, leaning in. “We embrace indulgence. All that fitness stuff can wait.”
Andreas laughed it off, thinking it was just part of their laid-back attitude. But after a few more drinks, his head felt fuzzy, and his normally strict discipline began to waver. He was surrounded by guys who seemed to genuinely enjoy their carefree lifestyle, and part of him thought—why not? Just for tonight.
Hours passed, and the more Andreas ate and drank, the more he felt his resolve slipping away. Before long, the group had moved to the living room, where Andreas found himself reclining on a plush couch, shirtless and stuffed from all the food they had pushed on him. His abs were starting to blur under the bloat of the evening’s feast.
It was then that Matt dropped the bomb.
“You’re going to make a perfect new member,” he said, his tone shifting from playful to serious.
Andreas blinked, confused. “New member? Of what?”
“The fraternity, of course,” Matt said, his grin widening. “You’re not leaving, Andreas. We’ve got plans for you. You see, every guy who comes into this house ends up joining. And we’re going to make sure you embrace what we’re all about—size, indulgence, and brotherhood.”
Before Andreas could protest, two other frat brothers grabbed his arms, leading him toward a back room. They weren’t forceful, but the weight of his full stomach and the alcohol had made him sluggish.
“Wait, what is this? This isn’t what I signed up for!” Andreas tried to push back, but his body was too slow to react.
“Relax, Andreas,” Matt said, following behind. “You’ll learn to love it. We take care of our own. You’re already halfway there—look at how much you’ve eaten tonight. Imagine that, but every day. All the food you want, no more worrying about staying lean. Just imagine yourself as one of us.”
They led Andreas to a large room filled with oversized couches, huge plates of food, and beer taps lining the walls. Posters of past members—once muscular, now massive and grinning—adorned the walls. It was clear that this wasn’t just any frat. It was a fraternity dedicated to growth—the kind that came from indulgence.
Andreas’ heart raced. He wanted to fight back, to break free, but part of him was curious. The lifestyle they promised, the sense of belonging—they were tempting. He had always lived by strict rules, keeping his body in peak condition. But here, there were no rules. Only freedom to eat, drink, and live without restraint.
Over the next few days, Andreas found himself trapped in the house, unable to leave. The brothers made sure he was always surrounded by food, encouraging him to embrace their ways. At first, he resisted, trying to maintain some control. But each day, the temptation grew stronger.
Weeks passed, and Andreas’ body began to change. His once-defined muscles softened as he packed on pounds, his abs giving way to a growing belly. His clothes no longer fit, and the sight of his reflection shocked him at first. But the frat brothers were always there, reassuring him, telling him how great he looked, how he was finally becoming one of them.
And eventually, Andreas stopped fighting. He accepted his new life, indulging in the endless food and drink, letting go of his former identity as a fitness trainer. The frat had broken him down, but in its place, they had built someone new—someone bigger, softer, and more content than he ever thought possible.
By the time Andreas reached his full size, he was unrecognizable from the sleek, muscular trainer he had once been. But the brothers welcomed him with open arms, making him feel like he belonged for the first time in his life.
And in the end, Andreas didn’t just join the fraternity. He embraced it, becoming the newest—and largest—member of the Fat House Brotherhood.
I woke up and all I knew was that I was tied up. I remember finishing my workout last night and heading at home. The parking lot was empty and dark. I just had the light of the full moon. I got in my car and when I turned the key a song came out of my radio. It was the first time I hear that song but sounded familiar. At the beginning was just instruments but then a voice sang… or talked, I don’t know. And then my eyes closed. But right before I pass out I saw that somebody was siting in the back sit of my car. Now I’m here. Tied up. Blind folding. Naked. And a hand touch my chest. Go down to my abs. Rub my arms and shoulders. Grab my cock with no respect. I feel like and object. The hand start jerking me off. I moan. “What is your name?” I manly voice ask me. “Fuck you!” I answer. The man go faster and harder. It feel so good. “What is your name?!” “Arturo” I answer trembling. “No. What is your name. Don’t think. Just feel and listen my voice. What is your name?” I don’t have idea what he is talking about. But that hand on my cock. That manly voice. It’s like… “My name is…” “What is your name?!!” The voice sound like a thunder in my head. I’m about to cum. My muscles are tight. I’m going crazy. To much pain and pleasure. “My name is…” With the other hand pinch my nipples and I lost it. My mind goes a way. My body surrender. “My name is Solider! I’m Soldier, Sir!!” I shout as my load of cum fall at my abs and chest. And I remember. I am Soldier and that voice is my Sir’s voice. He is training me to become a muscle beast. How did I forget that? Now I feel at home. “Good job. Now you are programmed again. Lest do this again in a month. When we have a full moon again.” “Sir, Yes, Sir!”
touch me, caress me and do it all by force but lovingly
i like being forced to do things i act like i dont like but really do
like being forced to pee myself while i say no…
Every poem I write has a story behind so does this
You can't force words that don't want to come freely.
Random short trapped jk scenario where he gets jealous then roughly fucks her noncon kissing n stuffs?💕👉👈
TRAPPED - JJK
drabble
“you’re- you’re crazy”
“you make me crazy”
there was always a weird kind of assertiveness in jungkooks voice whenever he voiced his love and craze for you. Almost as if this was normal, always as if he believes in his bones that you were meant to be his. Like there was nothing wrong with the way he keeps you to himself, like it was meant to be that way.
that’s why right now you’re paying. paying for talking to a guy, paying for laughing with him.
jungkook wanted to set the world on fire, he will set that boy on fire, but what was he to do to you? his naive pretty baby?
a lot.
he was gonna teach you a lesson. and you got the hint of that with him speeding through the streets of Seoul like he owned them. he did own them.
“slow down” you couldn't even figure out where you were. All you could see were blurry surroundings “please slow down” your breathing turned uneven.
and he only seemed to be speeding higher, you sank deeper into the leather seat closing your eyes.
-
you wanted to scream, but letting out choked sobs was all you could manage to do
in a minute you were thrown on his bed and filled with hurtful hickeys and aggressive touches
“why don’t you laugh now baby?” He asked in his deep voice, breathing low.
your tears only escaped more. He angrily kissed you, he kissed you with a need, like he would never get enough of you
you pushed his chest feeling the need to breathe, he only seemed to deepen the kiss. squeezing your neck as a warning, he finally let you go and removed his shirt
you crawled backwards towards the headboard in fear
what was he to do with you?
jungkook advanced towards you and you with the wish of the headboard swallowing your whole existence crawled even backwards.
a wolf and a lamb
ofcourse you were always the lamb.
"stop it" you let out breathlessly in your sweet voice and jungkook saw heaven in you, fuck that- you are his heaven.
but what a pity for you that he's the devil.
the insanity and pure wrath in his eyes scared you, you know what he can do to you and what he is capable of and he only neared you further
"I'll scream"
“sweetheart I’ll make you scream”
he roughly grabbed you by your neck, “I thought that you understood that you were mine”
“I’ll never-”
he tightened his deathly grip on your neck "fucking complete that sentence and ill have you repenting on your knees"
you knew that he meant those words but you felt the need to say it to feel sane that maybe your words did mean something that you were not nothing in front of him
"I'll never be yours"
and that was all it took to trigger him. he squeezed your neck and shred your clothes, you screamed but it soon got muffled when he took your lips in a hurtful kiss eating you whole
"big mistake baby" he whispered his lips hovering over your bleeding ones
he took your hands above your head and removed the remains of your clothes "n-no jungkook" you whimpered regret filling in you
"maybe, I've been too easy on you yeah?" he said as he slid his finger in you, not giving you time to adjust he added another one and started moving them
you could just shake your head with tears and arch your back when he added another one filling you up "t-too much please" you cried
he humourlessly chuckled "too much? ill show you what's too much baby"
and just like that he kept you up all night fucking you rough and dumb until you lost count of how many times he made you come. you begged him to stop or even slow down, that you can't take it anymore and just when you thought he was done he started again only going rougher and faster
he made you scream his name and cry out that you were his
"say it." he growled pinching and twisting your nipple "I-im yours" you cried out while being filled up by him. his rough touches and dominating way of dealing with you telling you who's in control.
not that you could ever fight that argument. Jeon jungook will always be in control whether it be in the economy, the business world or you
you were his woman and his alone
Random short trapped jk scenario where he gets jealous then roughly fucks her noncon kissing n stuffs?💕👉👈
TRAPPED - JJK
drabble
“you’re- you’re crazy”
“you make me crazy”
there was always a weird kind of assertiveness in jungkooks voice whenever he voiced his love and craze for you. Almost as if this was normal, always as if he believes in his bones that you were meant to be his. Like there was nothing wrong with the way he keeps you to himself, like it was meant to be that way.
that’s why right now you’re paying. paying for talking to a guy, paying for laughing with him.
jungkook wanted to set the world on fire, he will set that boy on fire, but what was he to do to you? his naive pretty baby?
a lot.
he was gonna teach you a lesson. and you got the hint of that with him speeding through the streets of Seoul like he owned them. he did own them.
“slow down” you couldn't even figure out where you were. All you could see were blurry surroundings “please slow down” your breathing turned uneven.
and he only seemed to be speeding higher, you sank deeper into the leather seat closing your eyes.
-
you wanted to scream, but letting out choked sobs was all you could manage to do
in a minute you were thrown on his bed and filled with hurtful hickeys and aggressive touches
“why don’t you laugh now baby?” He asked in his deep voice, breathing low.
your tears only escaped more. He angrily kissed you, he kissed you with a need, like he would never get enough of you
you pushed his chest feeling the need to breathe, he only seemed to deepen the kiss. squeezing your neck as a warning, he finally let you go and removed his shirt
you crawled backwards towards the headboard in fear
what was he to do with you?
jungkook advanced towards you and you with the wish of the headboard swallowing your whole existence crawled even backwards.
a wolf and a lamb
ofcourse you were always the lamb.
"stop it" you let out breathlessly in your sweet voice and jungkook saw heaven in you, fuck that- you are his heaven.
but what a pity for you that he's the devil.
the insanity and pure wrath in his eyes scared you, you know what he can do to you and what he is capable of and he only neared you further
"I'll scream"
“sweetheart I’ll make you scream”
he roughly grabbed you by your neck, “I thought that you understood that you were mine”
“I’ll never-”
he tightened his deathly grip on your neck "fucking complete that sentence and ill have you repenting on your knees"
you knew that he meant those words but you felt the need to say it to feel sane that maybe your words did mean something that you were not nothing in front of him
"I'll never be yours"
and that was all it took to trigger him. he squeezed your neck and shred your clothes, you screamed but it soon got muffled when he took your lips in a hurtful kiss eating you whole
"big mistake baby" he whispered his lips hovering over your bleeding ones
he took your hands above your head and removed the remains of your clothes "n-no jungkook" you whimpered regret filling in you
"maybe, I've been too easy on you yeah?" he said as he slid his finger in you, not giving you time to adjust he added another one and started moving them
you could just shake your head with tears and arch your back when he added another one filling you up "t-too much please" you cried
he humourlessly chuckled "too much? ill show you what's too much baby"
and just like that he kept you up all night fucking you rough and dumb until you lost count of how many times he made you come. you begged him to stop or even slow down, that you can't take it anymore and just when you thought he was done he started again only going rougher and faster
he made you scream his name and cry out that you were his
"say it." he growled pinching and twisting your nipple "I-im yours" you cried out while being filled up by him. his rough touches and dominating way of dealing with you telling you who's in control.
not that you could ever fight that argument. Jeon jungook will always be in control whether it be in the economy, the business world or you
you were his woman and his alone
After some posts by @realhankmccoy, @joshslater and @0ng0ingw0rk on forced changes into douche-dom without any mental changes, it got me thinking
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Becoming Instafamous #1
So I thought I should make a little diary about how my life took a different direction. I used to be pretty average, hardworking and humble. I had a pretty regular life and had my group of friends, I followed their lives on social media and also followed social other random “influencers” on Instagram - mainly for the eye candy, but some of their posts I often just found a bit douchey, unintelligent and clichéed. I, however, didn’t really post much other than the occasional landscape or building when travelling.
While on a work trip, I bumped into one of these guys I follow called Max. We were both sat on a bench at the train station, and I could see him to the right of me editing a selfie on his iPhone - I guess that must be that Lightroom app. I struck up a conversation with him and he told me about how it’s a lot of effort to keep up with his fans, “#community” he said aloud. Who even says those things? “It would be nice to actually have a break from it for a few days.” And with that, the gust of a high speed train passing through the station blew us both, hurling dust into the air and we both closed our eyes, hunkered down and waited for the train to pass. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed an iPhone in my hand and large holes in my ripped jeans.
“What the fuck?” I said aloud in a different voice. I looked to my left and could see my old body as equally confused as me. “What did you do?! I’m…. you now!” The new me was equally as surprised, but was speechless. “Oh man, I guess I really can take a break from social media for a few days!” He looked down at my body “Hmmm, not bad, guess I can also take a break from working out every day and eat what I like for a few days - this is gonna be awesome!” He seemed to be taking it quite well.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was now that muscular guy from Instagram. Damn, people are gonna look at me and just see some vein, self-absorbed douche. Look at me, who even wears this much jewelry? I examine my fingers and forearms. And these ripped jeans are so not my style. I look into the screen of my iPhone. With the screen off I see the mirrored image of my face. But fuck I do look hot - look at my perfect hair and those piercing eyes. I pout a little at the screen. I press the home button and it reads my finger and opens the phone - surprising, but logical when you think about it, this is my body’s phone after all. A new Instagram post is primed and ready to go. My old body says “Yeah I was just about to post that, add some hashtags and post it.” I add some tags like #community #fitfam #tattoos #ootd #malemodel. All the douchey things I can think of and post it. I chuckle to myself, feeling ironic. Then the likes start flooding in from my…. 130K followers. Nice! I start racking up the likes and feel myself getting hard. Seems people love me and who can blame them - I was one of them. I can’t help but smile. I then start looking through my other photos and and start replying to some comments, hooked on the feeling of love and attention from adoring fans. I never understood why you would want to post so much of your life online, but now that I am getting this attention, I am starting to get it - it feels nice!
Meanwhile, my old body is not sure what to do as we continue to wait for the train. He has no photos to post and no community to look after. He quickly checks my Instagram feed but gets quickly bored, leaving him to just sit there and watch the world go by, It’s a calming experience to just see people walking about and not worry about fans or where to shoot the next set of photos. After daydreaming for the first time in months, he looks over to me typing away on his old phone and thinks “Wow, was that me? Always in my phone and letting the real world pass me by?” He is equally shocked by the change in perspective and is glad to be starting on the digital detox.
I put my phone down and start examining myself. I look at the size of my new muscular arms and the intricacies of my sleeve. I start moving and flexing my arm to take in all the details. To my old body and to the passersby, I must look like such a self-absorbed douche as I check myself out - so narcissistic. I start getting hard again.
Grindr Swap #1
I was scrolling through Grindr when a guy caught my eye. He was what most people would call a chav: tracksuit, trainers, tattoos, cigarette in hand. The total opposite to me, but that just made him all the more attractive. I read Jay’s profile “lookin 4 hot successful guys with $$$”. Hmmmm, he seems like a bit of a gold digger, but I would fit the bill he’s looking for - he might find me a bit boring, since I mostly just working at my corporate job, but saying ‘hey’ can’t hurt.
We start exchanging messages, he asks about my life, my work, my salary, and I ask about his. Seems he lives on a nearby housing estate, works a manual job and is looking to better himself. Well you have to admire his ambition. After chatting for a few hours, I invite him over to my place for a drink.
He arrives to the door of my apartment and I let him in “You’re looking really hot!” I tell him. “Thanks, lookin good yourself Paul mate” he replies. We continue talking before the conversation turns to our differences. He tells me “You’re so lucky mate, you’ve got your life sorted. Wish I had all this.” I consider his comment and reply “Why thank you, it took a lot of hard work and my life can be stressful. I wish I could take a break from it all sometimes, if I’m honest…” Apparently that’s exactly what he wanted me to say. A sly grin appears on his face. “Well, looks like both our wishes might get granted tonight!” He takes a coin out of his pocket and puts his hand on my chest. A current of electricity pulses through our bodies and our bodies become malleable. I look down and see my body moving like jelly, before it begins to reform into a solid state, only this time, it doesn’t look like me. I look back up and see my own face “What the…” I say before covering my mouth. That’s not my voice!
“Don’t worry, I have just swapped our bodies. I get to enjoy your life and your money, and you can take a well earned break” His reply sounds just like me, the voice and the words. He must have been studying me this whole time. “Now, let’s swap clothes and no one will be able to tell the difference. You thought I was hot? Well now you are!” I strip off my Tommy Hilfiger shirt, the tailored trousers and the Hugo Boss underwear and replace them with non-descript underwear, Nike trainers and a black tracksuit. To anyone else, I was Jay and he was Paul.
In the pocket of my former trousers, the new Paul finds my wallet. He opens it and sees a good amount of cash “Fuck yeah” he exclaims “Let’s go grab a drink, I’m buying, Jay. Where is my favourite bar?” “Okay, sure we can go to Gerard’s”. I lead him out of my apartment, he makes sure to take the keys and lock the door, as I lead him to my favourite bar. As we go to enter, the doorman stops me Sorry sir, can’t come in dressed like that.” I look down and realise he doesn’t recognise me and thinks I am a full blown chav. His comment makes me feel angry, which is weird, because I never get angry. I clench my fists. Wow, this body doesn’t seem to be very good at handling its emotions. My former self steps in, smooth talks the doorman, and leads me away calmly to find somewhere else.
We decide on a restaurant nearby. It must look so weird for everyone else in the restaurant. And we must have confused the waiter too, as I order a glass of Pinot Noir and my former sophisticated self orders “the cheapest beer you have”. I order the lamb rump and my companion a burger with fries and ketchup. The drinks arrive and I take a sip of the wine. “Eurgh, that tastes revolting!” I exclaim “Rank!” Paul says as he sips the tall glass of lager. “Let’s swap” I suggest, and I take the glass of cold lager and take a gulp. “Ahhhh, much better!” I respond. “Tastes must be linked with the body and not the mind.”
“Sounds about right” my body replies, savouring the wine. “But if you are going to be me, you need to start thinking less and start calling everyone ‘mate’” “Oh, yeah, you’re right. Sorry mate” I reply to him. Saying those words in this voice with this body made me hard.
The food arrives and Paul decides to take the lamb, leaving me with the burger. It tasted fucking amazing. And I just wanted to put ketchup on everything, I felt like a kid but it tasted so good. “Mmmm, mate, this tastes awesome” Paul chuckled. As the meal ends, I feel myself getting agitated. Paul noticed. “Looks like you need to go for a smoke…” He hints at me. I feel inside the pockets of my tracksuit. In one I find my phone and in the other, a box of cigarettes. Having never smoked in my life, I realise it must just be what this body needs. I head outside, nervous that I will cough like a teenager trying for the first time, but I light up and take a drag and a wave of pleasure flows over me. Mmmmmm, that feels great, I say to myself. I was really getting into this body. I feel like I can do whatever I like. The smoking causes a build up of phlegm in my mouth, which I decide to spit out onto the floor. A couple leaving the restaurant look at me with disgust. Ha, I look like a proper chav now, and it feels so liberating. I walk back into the restaurant and sit back down. “Woah, you stink of smoke!” Paul tells me. “I didn’t realise I stank like that.” his face shows a faint look of disgust, which only makes me feel prouder. Fuck, I didn’t realise how stuck up I was. “Just what this body needed tho mate.” I say, settling into the life of Jay.
Amazing . hot hockey stud forced to worship his teammates smelly ice skates , socks and sweaty bare feet -
