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yes, paris 👍 thou dost deserve only the best!!!

I think I shall run off to a flower field to stew, and perhaps then I shall realize that mine worries are in fact only worries!! I am NOT setting thyself up for a loveless marriage, oh no!💞

Request from @needofcuddles

I see Max in the hallway, flirting with his girlfriend, surrounded by his friends. In the past, when I was a sophomore, I would try to hide my presence and make sure that they wouldn't notice me walking in the hallway. But now, I walk with confidence as Max catches a glimpse of me and dismisses his girlfriend. He stares at me before going inside the bathroom. As I approached the door, a few men walked out hurriedly, afraid to infuriate Max since he's well-known for his temper. I let out a sigh as I smiled and pushed the door to the bathroom. There I see Max sitting on the sink, waiting for me to come in.

"Hurry up, Maxine wants to go to that new coffee shop. I don't want to keep her waiting." Max demands as he looks at me with a smug look.

"Hmm, I don't think that's a proper way to ask someone if they can let you suck their dick." I grin at him, much to Max's annoyance.

"Look, faggot, will you let me suck your dick or should I have my friends beat you up again?" Max threatens me as he stands in front of me, towering my height.

"And what will your homophobic friends will think of you when they learn that you're so fucking obsessed with my dick." I reply as I wipe out my already throbbing dick in front of Max.

Max looks down and stares hungrily at my dick. His eyes widen as his mouth starts to water. He gulps his saliva as his body starts heating up. I can see him so fixated on my dick so I put it back inside my pants.

"Now that's the look that I also want you to wear when greeting me like this." I insulted Max as he snaps back to reality and realizes how depraved and horny he got.

Max tries to say something in response but he's so horny right now that all he can think about is my dick. I love watching him like this. Scared, confused, horny. It reminds me of how he and his friends used to make me feel when they ganged up on me.

"Now, Max, if you want to suck my dick, you need to beg for it. You know, like how you make me beg you guys to stop beating me up." I said, with poison in my words.

Max looks at me with mixed emotions. Disgust, anger, frustration, defeat. He then reluctantly kneels on the tiled bathroom floor and looks up at me with pleading eyes.

"Please, Harry, I need your dick inside my mouth. It's all I can think about. I want to wrap my tongue around it and feel your veiny dick. I want to taste your cum and smear it all over my face so I can smell your scent all day." Max says, making me grin from ear to ear.

"Puppet Bro."

Max's eyes dilated as his body slackened. I look at him as he stares at me with a stoic face and an open mouth. I kneel in front of him and touch his face. I can't believe my luck when I got a chance to put this asshole in a trance. I never thought that a chance like this would come to me after being bullied and humiliated by Max and his friends for two whole years just for being gay.

"Can you hear me, Max?"

"Yes, Master Harry."

"Good, can you remember the things you said earlier when you were begging me to let you suck my dick?"

"Yes, Master Harry. I said that all I can think about is your dick. I love feeling it in my mouth and tasting your cum." Max responds.

"Where did that come from? I didn't tell you to think like that?" I ask.

"You told me last night to be obsessed with your dick. After that, it was all in my mind. Even when I saw my girlfriend earlier, all I could think about was how hot it would be if she also had your dick." Max explains.

I almost burst out laughing at what Max said. I guess giving him vague orders like being obsessed with my dick can produce unexpected results like this.

"Awesome, I want you to continue doing that. You just can't help it. You will think of my dick in whatever you do or see. Also, whenever you think of my dick, you will get a clear picture of it in your head. It will look so real like you're actually staring at my dick. You will feel your body heating, your dick hardening, your anus twitching, your mouth salivating, and your throat relaxing. When you're alone, you can pleasure yourself and picture sucking my dick or being fucked by it. You can only cum when you can see or feel my dick. Even if you're fucking your girlfriend or she's blowing you, you can only cum if you imagine that it's you who are sucking my dick or being fucked by it." I say to Max as I rub his hard-on through his pants.

"Yes, Master Harry. I am incapable of cumming without picturing your dick in my head. Your dick is the only thing in my mind." Max replies.

"Great, but you still need to maintain your status as the campus' rich, straight jock. No one can know that deep down, you're nothing but a slut for my gay dick. Even in front of me, you will try to assert your dominance like you used to by deep down, you know you want nothing but to stuff my dick in your mouth or ass and go bananas all over it." I say to Max as he lets out a moan from me rubbing his rock-hard dick.

"Y-Yes, Master Harry. I-I'm your fucking slut. Nothing makes me harder than being your s-slut, Master Harry." Max moans as I feel his crotch getting wet.

I pull my hand away from him and stand in front of him. I pull out my dick and slap it on Max's stupefied face.

"Awaken"

Max snaps out of the trance as he looks at my dick with hunger and lust. His mouth is left open and his drool starts flowing drip down from the corner of his mouth.

"C'mon, Maxxy. You've earned it." I said with a playful tone.

Max starts sucking my dick with fervor and enthusiasm. Honestly, he looks like a whore in a porn that I recently watched. I can't help but grin at how much the mighty has fallen. This asshole, who tormented me for being attracted to someone with a dick, is now on his knees and sucking my dick like a professional cock sucker. His eyes are even rolled at the back of his head as he fucks his throat with my dick. Max starts to thrust his hips as he continues to suck me, indicating that he's about to bust his nut.

"Oh, Maxxy~, no cumming for you yet," I said as his hips froze in place and he looked up at me with an annoyed face while my dick was still inside his mouth.

I snap a picture of him down on his knees, looking at me annoyed, with my dick resting inside his mouth before I pull out my dick. Max tried to lean forward to stop me from pulling out but I did it anyway. He grits his teeth as his face reddens with shame and anger.

"Stand up and take off your clothes," I demanded.

"Fuck you, Harry. I'm not doing that." Max replies as he wipes his mouth and stands up.

"I said, take off your goddamn clothes, slut." I said with a more demanding tone, waving my hard dick.

Max looks at it for a second and his arms immediately take off his shirt and pants, leaving his underwear to cover his insanely huge dick. It's such a shame that Max won't be using his sizable tool anymore since I will take his cherry and make him addicted to it. I walk up to him and pull him into an embrace which he weakly resists.

"You know that you're mine now, right?" I ask Max as I kiss his neck.

"I-I'm not a fag." Max moans in reply.

"You don't have to be a fag like me to be mine, Max. You simply have to surrender yourself to me and you can suck my dick as much as you want. No biggie." I whisper into his ear as I thrust my dick on his thigh while my hand wraps around his dick and starts jerking him off.

"As much as I want." Max dreamily gasps as he closes his eyes and lets me play with him.

"Say you're mine and my dick is yours, Max. Surrender yourself to me and be my slut." I whisper as I lick his ear and jerk his dick faster.

"Fuck, Harry! I'm your slut! Fucking take me!" Max exclaims as I feel his body heating and his dick starts leaking out pre cum.

I turn Max around and push him on the wall. He turns his head as he looks at me like a bitch in heat. I wet my finger with his pre cum before I plug it into his asshole. Max howls in pleasure as his sphincter instinctively tightens around my finger. I start loosening up his hole while Max starts trembling and stomping his legs from the pain. I marvel at how Max squirm and tremble as I fuck his hole with my finger. He starts crying from the sudden invasion of his asshole so I thought I might give him a little boost.

"Puppet Bro"

Max becomes limp as he leans to the wall.

"You will experience an immense pleasure when I play with your asshole. You will not feel any pain and will become extremely ecstatic when you feel me inside your ass." I said before waking Max from his trance.

Like clockwork, Max starts to thrust his ass towards me to meet my finger. I don't even have to move it as Max is now fucking himself on my finger. I look over to see his face and he's in pure bliss. Tongue sticking out, mouth widely open, and eyes crossed as he humps my finger faster and faster. When I feel like he's been loosening enough, I pull out my finger and immediately replace it with my dick.

Max howls like a dog as he starts fucking himself on my dick. All I have to do is to stand behind him and let him do the work. I put my hands on his shoulder as Max humps me even faster. His dick is now spilling his pre cum on the bathroom floor as I felt myself getting close to orgasm. I lean forward over Max and whisper into his ear.

"I'm about to cum, Max. Once you feel my cum coating your insides, you will cum yourself. You will shoot every ounce of sperm inside your balls, along with your independent thoughts and your ability to decide. From now on, you will solely rely on me to make decisions for you. You will follow whatever I say and do it to the best of your ability. Obeying me will come naturally to you and disobedience of any kind to my orders and commands is non-existent in your head. You are just an extension of my will and a puppet to my words. This is what it means to be owned by me, Max." I said as he faced me with fear in his eyes.

Max tries to talk back but he can't stop himself from fucking his asshole on my dick. All he can do is to shed tears as he can feel my dick throbbing inside his ass. After a few more minutes, I bust my load inside Max, letting out a moan. In response, Max tightens around my dick and shoots his cum all over the bathroom floor and wall. It felt like time had stopped as we both got high on orgasmic bliss. I can feel Max slowly recovering from his mind-shattering orgasm as I slowly pull out from his asshole with a loud pop. I open my bag and fetch a pack of wet wipes as I clean my dick from Max's dirt and wipe it all off and out my dick back inside my pants. Max remains in his position as I remember that he can't think for himself now.

"Maxxy, I have some wet wipes here. Clean yourself and put on your clothes. We already missed our class." I said as I tossed the pack of wet wipes on his back.

Max reaches for the wipes and starts cleaning himself. I observe him as he looks at his reflection in the mirror and wipes any sweat or dirt off his body. He still looks like his old self but for some reason, there's a noticeable change in his actions. When he's done cleaning his body, he reaches out to his clothes on the sink and starts putting them on. I watch him fix himself and make himself presentable in the mirror before turning to face me.

"What now, Harry?" Max asks.

I got a little scared as the memories of him tormenting me flashed in my mind. I compose and remind myself that Max can't hurt me anymore, not unless I want him to. He will be my puppet and he will help me turn his friends like him. I smile as I walk up to him and kiss his lips. Max returns the kiss with passion as he gropes my ass. I pull away and look into his dead eyes. I know what I have to do.

"Max, behave like how you used to. You will still follow my orders and rely on me with decisions but you need to act like your past self to avoid attracting unwanted attention. You must not let anyone know that you're nothing but my puppet and make them believe that you're still "Max"." I said to him as I saw something flicker in his eyes.

Max smiles at me and puts his arms over my shoulder.

"Fuck yeah, Harry. Can't help but miss the old me, I see? Maybe let me fuck your sexy ass too since you fucking own me now." Max proposes with a grin.

"Dial it back, asshole. Remember your place. I just want you to fool your friends and help me control them. I'm going to do the fucking between us and you will take it like a slut." I grin back at him.

"Awesome! Sure I'll help you turn those fucktards into your puppets. They have it coming anyway. If only they know how much they're missing out by not being able to suck and ride your dick." Max purrs as he looks at his reflection and fixes his hair.

"That's more I like it. Now, go to your next class. If someone asks, make up some believable lies about where you were. Invite Tony to your house later. Since he's your best friend and your sidekick in tormenting me, he's next on my list." I said as I also fix myself.

"Should I knock him out? Tie him up? Beat the crap out of him?" Max asks.

"No need. Once you get him alone, call me and make him drink this. Once you notice that he's getting sleepy, make him listen to his recording and it will do the rest. Once I get there, I will start fucking up his mind." I said as I pulled out a Gatorade bottle and a recorder with earphones and handed it to Max.

"Sounds like a plan, Harry." Max replies as he goes out of the bathroom.

This will be fun. For me, at least.

For God sake, not only the passenger seated next to me big as fuck, he is also reeked! Did he just workout or something before this flight? And to think I should last 6 hours by his side, God please give me strength. I let him know about my repulsion through my expression, but he just scoffed at me and minded his own business. How convenient of a buffoon to act that way, unaware of their own stench! I tried to negotiate my way out from this cursed seat but the flight attendant said the flight is full so they cannot move me. Hhhhh......I can't imagine my perfume might last against his stench!! Imagine walking out of this plane to meet my wife while I smelled of body odor!??? What a disgrace. This is possiby the worst flight ever!

I must have fallen asleep in the process of holding my breath and tried to focus on my reading despite this wafting smell coming out of this disgusting muscle pig. Some low, guttural noises earlier woke me up, and imagine my surprise to see the guy next to this muscle pig already soaked with God knows what, his hand gripped the biceps of this muscle pig. Is he----

"Oh well, you mirin' dude? He can't help himself cornered in the window seat like that being squished with my muscle. Maybe you can use some fix too like him?"

And just like that, he flexed his biceps out of nowhere and I cannot move my eyes away! Look at that bicep peak! And those intricate tattoos that adorned his beautiful tan skin! Fuck, this guy is gorgeous, and hot damn.......how on Earth I didn't realize how great he smelled throughout this flight. Maybe because he just get his pits out now? I literally let my mouth gaped a bit too long until this stream of drool just coming out of my mouth, but is this guy for real just giving me a private gun show?

"You can cop a feel, you know?"

And when he flexed harder as my hand traced his biceps and protruding veins, I soaked my pants with this free-flowing cum that I just cannot contain. This is erotica at its finest, not even my wife's supple body and big breast ever make me feel this insane. I tried to come up with sentence trying to rationalize and vocalize whatever the fuck happened here, but when he smirked at me after seeing my crotch, I think he knows how well I fall down bad for him so he just grabbed my head and let me huff his sweatpants right at his crotch while he rested my neck on the armrest, his left triceps keeping me in place as his right hand fished out his 7 inchers beer can beast out for me to swallow. This is the best flight ever!

"Next, go lower that shorts, bro, we need to see that cock getting hard,"

A jockstrap covered Walter's raging penis, and Lukas just smiled to the stoic jock. This dumb jock is going to be fucking confused when he found himself later in the middle of the night with no clothes on and his ass sore and sticky in the middle of the gym. But he'll probably keep it a secret as he feared the rumours that might come out of it, and that will make him even easier to be manipulated further by Lukas, who clearly harbored some intense hatred/jealousy to the dumb jock/bully.

Birthday Boy

It had been a very complicated period. I had spent the whole of the last quarter studying for my final exams without taking my eyes off the books, aided by the fact that life around me was definitely not going great. I had been dumped by my girlfriend, had a complicated situation with my family, and often took refuge in alcohol or drugs. If Ben had not been there, I don't know what would have become of me.

I didn't know him for very long, about a year or so, but we had become inseparable. He was a regular guy, Ben, diligent in his studies and full of tricks up his sleeve, also a sports lover, quite athletic even if skinny. He was always ready to lend a hand, whether it was a shoulder to cry on or friendly advice. I had a high opinion of him, and I could see that was the same for him; he was really fond of me. When I had to be strong in the last few months and try to graduate despite the fact that my world was collapsing, I knew I could count on him. After everytime we saw each other, I felt lighter and happier, I was really lucky to have met him. Sadly, although I imagined he might be gay -- he had never told me about his sexual orientation -- I was 100 percent straight; if he had been a girl, I would definitely have fallen in love with him, but the conditions were just not there.

My birthday came, just a few days before finals. Obviously I was not in the mood to celebrate, but Ben with an excuse had a surprise party prepared in my apartment. It was special, really: he, my closest friends and I spent an evening drinking and dancing, with no worries or bad thoughts. I found myself eventually stretched out on the couch, drunk and happy; as I watched all my friends say goodbye and go, I smiled carefree. Only Ben remained, intent on helping me clean up the mess left by the party. I told him I would take care of it the next day, but he wouldn't listen to any reason, so I made him stay. After a few seconds I fell asleep, collapsed. I didn't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, everything was perfectly in order. A voice was calling me and I opened my eyes. Ben was standing in front of me.

- "Hey, you're awake then. I just finished cleaning up this whole mess."

He looked at me with kind, gentle eyes. He had really been a sweetheart, I had slept like a drunken jerk without helping him. - "Oh, Ben, thank you really, you've been so precious, you did all this while I was asleep. I don't know how to thank you." - "You don't have to worry about that, you'll know it soon."

Something changed in his gaze. His face, which had seemed innocent and gentle until a few seconds before, was streaked with a malicious smile. - "Wake up, stud."

I felt something at the pit of my stomach, as if someone had punched me. Then from my belly a sensation of heat began to spread throughout my body, reaching my face, arms and legs. Slowly I was awakened from the hangover, weakness and fatigue passing second by second. I was sitting up, my back straight, my gaze fixed on Ben, as I felt my muscles vibrate and, inside my underwear, my cock swell. I was a guy who worked out, although I wasn't very thick; at this moment, however, I could feel my pecs pumping. Without my noticing, my arms were already flexed, my biceps put on show. - "Way to go, big boy. Are you awake now?"

Two words came spontaneously out of my mouth, without me being able to do anything else. - "Yes, master."

Ben smiled smugly. Then he opened his legs and straddled me. I could feel his hard penis beyond his jeans rubbing my pecs. With his hands he began to touch my biceps, satisfied. He reached up with his nose to one of my armpits, pulled out his tongue and licked it for a few seconds, emitting moans of pleasure. I kept looking ahead of me, my gaze fixed in emptiness, my body motionless like a statue. - "You were so good at following my instructions. More gym, less showers…less razors, you finally let yourself grow some fur on your massive chest. Good boy."

He grabbed my pecs with his hands, squeezing them, then moved his lips to one of my nipples. The moment the tip of his tongue touched my chest, an electric shock ran down my spine and I remembered everything.

Ben is not just my best friend. Ben is actually my Master. A few months earlier he had told me for the first time that this was the case. It had happened one night on this very same couch. He told me that he wanted to hypnotize me to make me feel better. I was very skeptical, but I agreed. From that moment, I don't know why, he is my Master and I have the duty,…nay, the pleasure of serving him. When I think about it, it is the most natural and right thing. He is so kind, so loving. I couldn't do anything else. My Master frequently gives me tasks and then tells me to forget about them, but then he compliments me every time I complete them anyway. Every time he makes me remember all about it. He has made me a better person, my Master. Since I have the honor of being his slave, I am happy and relieved. I don't have to think, I only need to obey. Moreover, when I am good, I receive rewards. The best one is when he does me the honor of making him come, using my body. He says my cock is his favorite, that he loves when I put it inside him. I am so excited when he says that, I feel special. We have fucked so many times in the past few months, he tells me I get better after each time. His pussy is different from women's one, it's so warm and tight and cozy and wonderful --- it's the most beautiful thing in the world, because it's my Master's, because it's Ben's. - "It all came back to you, huh? Licking your nipple to make you remember the last few months was an apt trigger, it usually takes you longer." - "Yes, Master, now I remember everything." - "Very good, then you know what to do next."

He lifted one of his armpits toward me and put it on my face. I smelled the best smell ever, it was his scent, It was a musky, masculine essence. With each sniff I felt a growing satisfaction inside me. My cock in my underpants was as hard as stone. I eagerly licked his sweaty armpit, feeling the hairs friction on my tongue as I ran over it. Ben let out moans of ecstasy. - "Bravo, bravo! You're getting better every time!"

The more he gave me compliments, the more my dedication grew, the more passionately I licked. He got to the point where he had to pull away from me, his face was flushed and his breath short. I remained with my tongue out filled with his sweat, like a good little dog, panting. - "Wow, you've really become insatiable. That's why you deserve a birthday present, my stud. Get undressed."

I nodded and took off my clothes in seconds. I stood naked, my body muscled and manly, my throbbing cock straight as a rod between my legs. Ben looked at me satisfied and horny. - "My birthday present will be something that will last forever. From this moment on, in fact, you will never forget what we do together. You seem to me to be ready now to be my full-fledged boyfriend. You know, it's fair for you to know that now. It was from the first moment I met you that I knew I had to make you mine. All these last months, the closeness I showed you, were nothing but mere brainwashing, slow and gradual. Even the end of your relationship with that slut … well, you're looking at the culprit. It only took a few hours with her to convince her to ditch you; she was really a stupid girl. And now here we are, you and me."

He grabbed my nuts with one hand, squeezing and massaging my cock. The words he had just said should have sparked anger inside me, I knew…but it had been just the opposite. I was glad to be the object of his attention for so long. How could it have been otherwise? Ben had helped me find my place in the world, and it was the one by his side. My eyes relaxed, my mouth widened into a blissful smile. - "You are happy, huh, in spite of everything? You will be even more after this."

Ben knelt down and took my cock in his mouth, still looking me in the eye. I felt his lips move up and down on my penis, each movement a thrill of pleasure. I began to moan, grabbed his head and in a rush of instincts began to lead him up and down my dick. He would pull away now and then, letting go a mischievous moan, showing me the threads of saliva and presperm that connected his lips to my cock. Ecstasy was now in control of me, taking every fiber of my body. I held his head pressed to the base of my crotch as my cock burst into his mouth. I could feel him greedily swallowing all the semen I had shot into him, each jet in perfect synchrony with his throat swallowing it. He broke off to catch his breath. - "It's impossible to get tired of your taste, man."

He stood up and kissed me with his tongue, letting me taste my own cum. He encircled my neck with his arms as I even more excitedly lifted him up and carried him to my bed. When I threw him on the mattress, he looked at me in an excited way. - "Fuck me, stud."

Then he got on all fours and turned his back to me, showing me his pussy. When I saw it, as if it were an ancient primal call, something in me awakened. It was Ben's special pussy, the most beautiful hole in the universe. My cock became marble-like again and I rushed to penetrate him. Ben cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as my hands gripped his hips and my 8-inch massive cock entered him wildly. I let out feral moans and grunts. I just wanted to impregnate him, even though something inside me knew it would not be possible. I felt like a stud bull, an animal made only to breed. I erupted inside him again within minutes, just as he too was wetting the sheets with his white jets. As my seed dripped from his male pussy, I lay down beside him on the bed exhausted. He did the same, devastated, then looked into my eyes, smiling. - "Now, this is going to be forever. Me and my studly boyfriend ready to fuck me like an absolute animal."

I smiled back, already thinking about when I could plunge my cock back into Ben. I couldn't have been happier.

Rites: St Patrick's Day

It's a day celebrated by many people, especially Irish community. And in such a blessed festivities, several Irish-descent gained some kind of magical development blessed only on the time window of St. Patrick Day.

I've been hella distracted all day long, and it's all because of my roommate Patrick. He's always been a rather sporty guy from the get go, and I'm pretty much used to the fact that we're not necessarily that close as a roommate since we have totally different interest anyway. But, ever since he walked back in to the dorm after his shower this morning only rocking that towel, I simply couldn't take my eyes off him.

He's pale as fuck, yes, and not like that muscular or anything, but it's just super enchanting to see him glide around our dorm and dress himself up for the day. Since we have separate bedroom and only connected by this study-common section, we have our privacy and moments to ourselves rather easily. He decided to be a bit loud with all the oohs and aahs as he probably checked himself out. I was sure I heard him say something about his "slightly tanned skin" or "veinous muscular arms that make people feral" or even "my fat and girthy uncut cock" but well.....I think I would be a bit proud too over my body development if I have a studly physique like his

I remembered some of our final convo before we left for our respective schedule as he exited his bedroom and ready to leave earlier than me

"Clean the bathroom before you leave for your class, okay?"

"Can you take care of my laundry first? You don't have class till 2 PM, right? You can sniff it if you want HAHAH! Nevermind, just do my laundry, okay?"

"Come and watch me play with my buds after your class, okay? We'll play in the outdoor field, then we can head back to the dorm together, sounds nice, right?"

And I simply said yes to all of that. On top of that, even when he left, the obsession remain for me. I bet I spent most of my day daydreaming about him rather than putting on any substantial work whatsoever to my classes.

I found myself scrolling through IG and rewatching his stories upload about his workout session before I eventually dashed to the basketball court to watch him play as my classes wrapped for the day.

I followed all Patrick's movement on the court and practically ignored the other players, it's like as if he's my world and I need to focus all my attention to him. Eventually, when the sweating, post-basketball-reek Patrick brought me to his car, he simply put me in my place as he said

"Now be a good faggot and start huffing. This is the shit that keeps you going, this gives you satisfaction when you can prove that you served me well, right?"

And just like that, I accepted that as my truth