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Nepotism

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My boss is someone that is cocky and arrogant when he was, in fact, just put in his position by his father, the owner of the entire franchise.

Not that I hate him for that, but all the girls get special treatment as long as they show some boobs or tease him and he looks down on the rest of us men at work. I would like him to be turned into a gay power top, but a very short bodybuilder.

It will be funny and hot to see the dynamic at work with him from that point of view.

Alpha Patron Request by @welan
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Environmentally Friendly

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At first I thought my new physical trainer roommate was one of those quirky environmentalist health freaks. Shortly after he moved in, he threw out half my food and started meal prepping for the two of us. I did need to improve my diet, and it did save me money on eating out everyday at work so I went along with it.

A little later, he somehow got my gym membership cancelled, and signed us up for a dual membership at this specialist gym that has two sets of equipment at each station. We are able to workout at the same time, while allowing him to keep an eye on my form during the workout. It was cheaper than my old membership, and I wasn’t going as frequently as I should have, so I didn’t complain.

It wasn’t long after that, I came home to find him walking around the apartment naked. He claimed it saved water by reducing the amount of laundry. He got me to take my shirt off, and it was more comfortable. Now I can’t imagine not stripping down to my boxers first thing when I get home. I’m still too modest to go full buck, but recently he suggested I switch to a jock strap as it uses less fabric.

A couple weeks after that, I was shocked when he jumped in with me during my morning shower. Not only did he bring up conserving water again, but also cited it would easier for us to scrub each others backs and it was no different than showering together at the gym. His firm strokes felt more like a massage, and I was flattered when he praised my fitness progress so it quickly became the norm of our morning routine to shower together. He genuinely seemed to be concerned with my well being when he demonstrated how to do a monthly testicle self exam during one of our showers.

At this point I was thinking I had been too cynical and misjudged him when he first moved in. He really is so conscientious and really knows how to be efficient. So when he suggested we could get more bang for our rent money if we shared a bed in his bedroom, I trusted him and didn’t immediately balk. It makes so much sense that an office/webcam studio would be a much better use of the space. We’ll be making the transition Friday after work.

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Loosen Him Up

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Hey Pink Fairy! My roommate and I have started to have some problems.

He’s actually a great roommate — he’s kind, considerate, clean, and always pays his share of the bills. He’s straight, but is pretty gay friendly.

He’s also one of the most attractive men I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life. He works as a personal trainer at a gym down the street so his body is in spectacular shape — muscular and bulging in all the right places. Even in gym clothes his ass is a work of art. As if that weren’t enough he is seriously good looking with chiseled features, perfect dark hair, and piercing blue eyes.

Unfortunately, every time he walks in the room I get totally flustered and completely distracted. I can’t do anything but stare and stammer. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of his beautiful body.

I guess I stared too much because lately my roommate has started spending less time at home and covering up almost completely when I’m around. Before he would be relatively nonchalant about walking around without a shirt, or strolling from the bathroom in a towel. Now, he rushes to throw on a robe or a hoodie and track pants whenever I get home.

I’m bummed that I’ve caused him to feel uncomfortable. I know I kinda perved on him a bit, but it was almost impossible for me not to. Can you do something to help my roommate really enjoy living with me?

Alpha Patron Request by @masqulinity
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Frathouse Fucktoy

“So it’s decided, then?” said the president of the Delta Sigma Nu fraternity, peering out the window of their frathouse office at the twerp standing on their manicured lawn, pissing on their grass. The rest of the officers were sitting in a semicircle around his desk, faces impassive, but clearly irritated.

“Well, he’s been evaluated,” said the secretary, waving around a sheaf of papers that had arrived from their biggest sponsor, Hierarch Industries, just this morning. “We know what he is. It’s just a matter of whether we want to teach him his place.”

“If you ask me,” said the treasurer, “for the sake of the Cause, we shouldn’t just pluck any random omega from the streets and educate them.” He rose from his seat and walked to the window. He stopped just behind the president and clenched his jaw. “But that little fucker is really getting on my nerves.”

The president turned around and winked at his partner, copping a feel of his treasurer’s Alpha ass. “You look cute when you’re angry, babe,” he said. The treasurer rolled his eyes. “But you know where my vote lies. So… How do we want to do this?”

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Empty Mind

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A hand rested on my ass, the rough, calloused palm hot against my skin. I couldn’t help but shiver as it slowly caressed and kneaded my butt cheek. A soft moan came up unbidden, bubbling up my throat and slipping between my lips before I could stop it.

My mind was hazy. There was a static buzz in the back of my head. It was like my skull was stuffed full with cotton. I tried to think, but it was like trying to wade through waist-deep molasses. It was hard. Almost too hard.

There was a thought there, flitting at the edges of my consciousness. I tried to grab at it, but it slipped out of my grasp. I tried again. And again. But each time it flitted further away. It was so hard to think. So hard.

My hole twitched as a finger dipped into the crack of my ass. It sent another shiver up my spine, a tingle of electric pleasure that traveled down my taint and up to the tip of my cock. I felt so empty all of a sudden. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t filled up.

Only later did it occur to me to ask where I was. Or how I got there. The rough fabric under my knees and stomach told me that I was on a couch. Probably. I wasn’t sure. I was lying on my stomach, though.

My chest was resting on someone else’s lap. It was a man. He was wearing pants, but he’d pulled them down a bit. His cock was out, hard and dripping pre-cum. My mouth watered as soon as I saw it.

“Oh,” said the man. His deep baritone voice filled me with an inexplicable sense of giddiness, one that manifested itself in a strange noise that sounded almost like a bark. “That’s good. That’s good. That makes this easier…” he said, stroking my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp and sending a tingle of pleasure up my spine.

I moaned, instincts taking over. I nuzzled his crotch. His cock bobbed up and down, dripping pre-cum onto my face. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, tapping my nose. “Not yet.”

I couldn’t remember what I was doing before I was here on this couch. I couldn’t even remember if there had been a before. I sort of remembered a party, but it almost felt like a lifetime ago. I tried to muster the words, but my mouth-parts didn’t quite work the way that I wanted them to.

Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t even really think of the right words to say. “Where me?” I asked. I felt something cold settle into the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what. My head was so fuzzy, so foggy, so cottony. I needed to think but it was so hard to think. It was so much easier to just let go, to just not think, to not worry.

“Why me here?” I asked. Again, I felt dread. I figured that it had something to do with the way that I was speaking. I was confused. “Why me speak like this?” I said.

I didn’t know what had happened to me. I was supposed to be smart. But my voice was low, my words were slow, and all in all I sounded… dumb. That word. That one word. It sent an echo through my head, making my cock twitch, filling me with a strange euphoria.

I reached out for a memory. Any memory. It was hard, but I thought I was getting somewhere. The memory was something about a thesis, but then the man’s finger grazed my hole and as I moaned the memory slipped out of my fingers. It faded into the fog, even as I scrambled after it.

I faintly remembered being the top student at my university. Whatever that meant. I knew that I should have known what student meant. I knew I should have known what university meant. My hole twitched again, and the thought was lost, sinking into that thickening fog in my consciousness.

I struggled through it. I was researching D… DN… I couldn’t grasp the concept, even though something in the pit of my being told me that I should have been able to. Then it occurred to me. It was the stuff in cum. Or at least I was pretty sure that was what it was.

I looked up at the man. “Me was smart, right?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just teased my hole again, and my train of thought was derailed. It was just so hard to think through the fog. Through the cotton. My ass felt so empty…

“You, smart?” said the man, as he patted my head. “Once, maybe,” he said. “You had so much potential. You were going to change the world, you said. Funny how things change, right?”

I couldn’t figure out what potential meant. I kept getting close, but every time I felt like I was about to touch it, the man’s finger would brush against my hole and I would get lost in the pleasure. “Me smart once?” I asked, frowning. I at least knew that meant that I should have definitely been smarter. “Make smart again, sir,” I begged.

“No,” said the man. “I don’t think so. You were such a massive douchebag. You always felt like you were better than everyone else, but that was okay. You weren’t rude about it. Stress made you so much worse, though. I think you’re much better this way.”

“But me need smart!” I protested. There was a small part of me still left. A small part that understood the stakes. “Me need change world!”

“Yeah?” said the man, patting me on the head again. “What’s two plus two?”

I tried to think about it, but I just couldn’t. It was like I didn’t even know how to add anymore. I brought my hands up to my face and I used my fingers, but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I held up three fingers. “Five!” I said.

That small part of me recognized that it was the wrong answer, that it was a stupid answer, but instead of feeling terrified at how much I had lost, I just felt giddy. A giggle escaped me. My cock twitched. I was dumb. I had become so dumb. My mind was so foggy. My hole was so empty.

“Good boy,” said the man. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll go deep into trance, and you’ll know then that I can change your body according to my will.” I didn’t understand anything that he said, but the small part of the smart me did. And that was enough, apparently.

He snapped his fingers. It was hard to think before. Now, it was impossible. He ran his fingers all over my back and my ass. I couldn’t help but moan. “So,” said the man, “Now I’m going to take your mind and I’m going to put it in your ass.”

I nodded. I felt drool dribbling down the side of my face. He placed my fingers on my head and he pulled them away. “I’m taking your brain from here,” he said, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I felt his fingers around my brainy bits. Then, he placed his fingers on my ass cheeks. “And now I’m putting your brain here. You’re going to get a lot more sensitive here because you’re brains are in your butt now.”

Immediately, my ass became more sensitive, just as he had said. My hole tingled. I moaned when he swatted my ass cheeks.

“There we go,” he said. “How does your ass feel?”

“Tingly,” I giggled.

“How about inside?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but groan into his lap. I wiggled my butt, squirming. “Empty,” I breathed.

“And your mind is in your ass, right?” he said, stroking my head, making me calm and pliable.

He had put my mind in my ass. “Yeah…” I said.

“And your ass is empty, right?” he said.

“Yeah…” I repeated, my voice slipping into a monotone drone as drool trickled down the corner of my lips. I felt like I was swimming in pleasure. I couldn’t think. Nor did I try to. It was just so much easier letting go. Letting him do the thinking for me. Listening to his voice as he told me the truth.

“How does your mind feel inside, then?” he said, stroking across my twitching hole with his finger, making me arch my back from how good it felt.

“Empty…” I said, without even thinking. As soon as I did, I felt all my memories leave me.

“Yeah?” said the man, slapping my ass. My mind. It sent waves of pleasure through me. “How does your mind feel?”

“Empty,” I said again. As I did, I could feel my brains melting away. All traces of my free will, all traces of my identity just dribbling away in my pre-cum. Leaking out of my cock.

“But you want to be smart again, right?” said the man. The Master.

“Yes” I answered. But it wasn’t an I anymore. It didn’t have an identity anymore. Its mind was empty, leaking out of its cock.

“Can you feel it leaking out?” the Master said. “Your brains?” It nodded and whimpered. Its cock pulsed. More brains leaked out the tip. It felt even dumber. It felt its smarts going away even more.

“If your mind is empty, how will you become smart again?” said the Master, his finger rubbing around its hole, pressing into it now, opening him up.

“Fill mind. Be smart again,” it said, panting. Its hole twitched. It drooled into the Master’s lap.

“But your mind is your ass,” said the Master, pushing his finger into it. Wriggling it around. Making it pant and moan.

“Fill ass. Smart come back,” it said. It crawled off the Master’s lap. It placed its chest and cheek on the carpeted floor. It reached back and spread its legs, pulling its ass cheeks apart with its fingers. “Master fill ass. Master make smart come back.”

“That’s right,” said the Master, as he slowly pushed his cock into its ass. “But it keeps leaking out. It’s never going to be enough. You can feel your IQ going up a little while you’re getting fucked, while you’re filled, but you’ll always leak, you’re always going to be dumber than a rock.”

“Never going to be enough…” It repeated mindlessly as it bucked its hips on its master’s cock, some clarity creeping into its mind but leaking away almost as soon as it got there. “Dumber than a rock…” it whispered.

“But you’re going to be desperate to get your smarts back, aren’t you?” said the Master. “You’re going to look for as many cocks to fill your ass. To try and get those smarts back. So that you can change the world. But you’ll always leak it out. You’ll always shoot it out. It will never be enough.”

“Never enough…” it moaned, monotonously.

“You’re going to be a dumb cock slut forever, aren’t you?” said the Master. “Always trying to take those smarts back. Always failing. Desperately riding and sucking cock.”

“Dumb cock slut forever,” it whimpered as its hole clamped around its Master’s cock. It came, shooting its brains out all over the carpet, sealing its fate forever.

The Best Boy

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Snap.

I blinked. One moment, I was floating in this vast, endless void, and the next, it was like waking up from a dream. My mind was fuzzy. Unfocused. It was a bit unsettling. Normally my head would be clear, ideas whizzing past at a hundred miles an hour. And yet, none of that was there. I felt slow. Sluggish. And as hard as I tried to clear my head, there was just this faint thread of euphoria that kept me right where I was.

“Hey,” said a soft voice. It was familiar. Almost painfully so. But I couldn’t figure out why. Nor could I put a name to it. “Hey,” it said again, “come back.”

It was too bright. I had to squint. Why was it so bright? I turned my head in the direction of the voice, and although I could barely make him out through the light, I recognized who it was that I was talking to. “M-Mike?” I stammered. The word came out clumsily, tumbling out of my mouth instead of rolling off my tongue, almost like I hadn’t spoken in a while. Language felt… foreign, weird as that was.

“Yeah, Will,” he said, as he reached down and rubbed my cheek. I looked up at him, feeling a strange and unconditional love and adoration as his fingers brushed against my skin. He was so handsome, too. I was so lucky to—

And all of a sudden, I couldn’t quite remember why I was so lucky. Nor did I recall why looking at him made my heart flutter. He was my best friend, but that was it. I wasn’t in love with him… right?

It was then that it hit me, like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. Why was I looking up at him? Why was I on my hands and knees? Why was I naked? “What the fuck!?” I exclaimed.

I almost jumped up, but something kept me on the floor. The first time, it was weird. The second time, it sparked this weird pain between my eyes. I tried a third time, but my head just throbbed from the effort. “Where am I, Mike?” I asked him. My mouth once again fumbled around the words, which was extremely unsettling since I was used to speaking in public. It was like I was relearning how to talk. “Why am I naked? What day is it? Ugh… My head… Did I pass out like this?”

“Heh,” said Mike, sheepishly. “I guess I should help you with all that, eh?” he said. I still didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know it then, but the truth was that I didn’t understand much of anything anymore. He placed his fingers on by head, his thumbs on my forehead, his other fingers framing my face. He pushed my head back and whispered “Remember…”

It all came back to me like running face-first into a brick wall. I was a business executive. Had been? I was making obscene amounts of money every month despite how young I was. I had been up for a promotion, but I had been so stressed about it. Every ounce of the wits that I had used to get up to where I was had suddenly switched gears to focus on every possible way that I could fuck it all up.

I had been so stressed that I blew Mike off for our regular weekly get-together for a month. The last time that I saw him, I remember that he had looked so worried. But I still couldn’t get a handle on how long ago that had been, by now.

The memories got hazy… I remembered finally getting my shit together for a couple of hours… I invited Mike over… Then, the next thing that I remembered, I was on all fours, barking at Mike, begging with my eyes for his bone. That instant, a year’s worth of memories slammed into me.

Having to get toilet-trained in the backyard of my own house… Getting led around on a leash… Eating food happily from a dog bowl… Curling up at Mike’s feet while he watched Netflix… Curling up on his lap when he felt like letting me up on my own furniture… Following him around wherever he went… Wagging my tail with excitement when he got back from work…

And I even gave him access to my life savings… All the money I’d worked so hard for. What the fuck had I been thinking? Then, other memories bombarded me. Sniffing Mike’s ass. Sniffing his crotch. Mouthing at the head of his cock as it was obscenely outline din his pants. Begging sweetly for his bone, moaning, mewling, and whining for it, sucking on his cock like my life depended on it, fucking my ass on his finger while he watched television.

My cock was getting hard. I fought it. But I knew that I couldn’t do so for very long. I fell to the floor as more memories came, one after the other. Spreading my legs for master. Wagging my tail for master. Spreading my cheeks for master. Presenting my rump for Master to fuck. Begging for Master to bury his bone in my butt.

And then there was the humping, the endless, frustrating humping. Whatever he had used to pup me out, he had used to make it impossible for me to cum on my own. I remembered pawing at my puppy dick, rubbing it on the bed, on the furniture, on Master’s leg. No matter how hard I tried, the only thing that could make me cum was Master’s command.

“What… What did you do to me…” I grunted. I was hard. So hard. My cock was dripping. It all felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.

“I made your life better,” said Mike. “You were so stressed, doing all that thinking. You hadn’t been sleeping… You know, I wanted to be with you for years, Will, but you were always too busy making money and being brilliant to notice me.”

He looked down at me, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the light. “And why should you have paid attention to me. I was the college dropout. The friend you kept around and helped because it made you feel good. I was the charity case, wasn’t I? And you felt that by being my friend you would be giving back to society.”

“So, what?” I said, through gritted teeth. “You turned me into your pet, Mas—!” I bit down on my lip as hard as I could. No way. No way was I going to say that word. No way was I going to call him that.

But it was so deeply ingrained. I felt I wouldn’t be able to resist it for long. “That’s sick…” I whispered, whimpering as I felt the phantom sensation of Master’s cock sliding into my puppy hole. “You should have just asked me out. I liked you, too, Mast—!”

“Well… I guess… Bit too late for that now, though, isn’t it?” said Mike. “Though… That’s why I was feeling guilty. I told myself that after a year, I’d give you a chance to get away… This is your chance.”

A chance. A goddamn chance. I had one. I intended to take it. “Oh, you’re going to regret this, you motherfucker…” I hissed. But fuck… My hole was tingling. There was an itch deep inside. Instead of getting up, all I could do was reach behind me to scratch at my hole. Oh damn… That felt so good… “What did you do with my money?”

“It’s all still there,” said Master. “Really… With all the extra time I had in my hands, I went ahead and learned how to play the market. Turns out I’m actually pretty good at it… You’re richer now than you were before.” Master shrugged and patted me on the shoulder before walking away. I was tempted to follow, but I stayed put.

A stray memory made itself known. “Jesus fuck… Oh god…” I moaned quietly. I remembered being fucked for hours in both ends by two fucking machines. I got hard. So hard. I leaked all over the carpet that I hadn’t even noticed until now. I almost reached down to stroke my puppy prick, but I knew that good puppies didn’t do that. In the back of my head, I knew it was fucked up, it was wrong, and yet it felt so right.

“Oh god…” I whimpered, clawing at my thigh with my free hand while frantically fucking my puppy hole with the other. I remembered riding a dildo in the bathroom, my puppy prick flinging pre-cum all over the place. “Turn me back!” I demanded, afraid that the pleasure was going to make me succumb, was going to make me waste my chance. “Turn me back now!”

And yet a small part of me screamed, “No! Don’t!”

“I’m afraid enchantments can’t just be undone like that,” said Master. “You have to really want to reverse them, even in the depths of your soul, before anything can happen.” He turned around and a small smile was playing on his lips. “In your case… All you really have to do is get your fingers out of your ass, get up on your own two feet, and walk out the door.”

“This is my house!” I said. “I’m done playing your sick games!” But even as I said the words, I slipped my fingers deeper, bucked my hips onto them, fucked my dignity away on my own hand.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t come back in after… You just have to get up and walk out the front door. Then you’ll be a free man,” said Master. “To be honest, though, I want you to stay. I love you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, through gritted teeth. “You lost the right to say that when you turned me into… into this…” The anger drove out the submissive thoughts, sure, but the horniness, the intense, burning, eager arousal, it remained. My poor cock was so neglected. I wanted to stroke it. But I couldn’t. Not just because it would be inappropriate for a puppy like me, but because I also wanted my old life back.

Or at least I think I did. But then another memory came to me. “Oh fuck…” I whispered. “Oh fuck, that happened… Oh god…” My cheeks and ears burned. My boss, Jason… The guy I had had the hots for. He had come to my place looking for me. He had been a douchebag… And he had royally pissed off Master…

My hand crept up my thigh toward my dick.

I had been watching from the corner. I had been hiding behind the couch when all of this happened. Jason had demanded to come in, calling Master a loser nobody. Then, all hell had broken loose. Jason was up one moment, and on his hands and knees the next, frantically panicking, trying to stand back up but failing, turning around to run away only for Master to grab him by the back of the collar to wrench him back into the house.

I remembered. That day I had gotten a new puppy friend. We had played with a double dildo. Oh shit… I remember how it had felt. That was one of the few days that Master had let me cum. All over Jason’s face.

“I’m glad you decided to stay, Will,” said Master. I glanced at him. He was grinning. At first I didn’t know why he was grinning. I felt good. So good. So hazy. So happy. My brain felt like it was shutting down. And then I realized that I was jerking off. I knew I had to stop, but it felt so good. That small part of me that didn’t want this to end was taking over. And I realized that Master liked this. And that it was always nice to show off for Master.

No. I tried to convince myself that I needed my old life back. But did I really? People at work had always been assholes.

No. That wasn’t right. My colleagues had been great. They had never been mean to me. I couldn’t just turn my back on them. But why couldn’t I? And why did thinking about doing it feel so right?

Mike wasn’t my Master… But why shouldn’t he be? He loved me. He fed me. He gave me treats. He trained me. He disciplined me. He kept me dumb, horny, and happy, like a good pup. And not to mention, he had a really yummy bone in his pants.

I started to giggle, pumping my cock up and down, the thoughts slipping away from me faster than I could try to catch them. It was like the pre-cum dripping down my cock was draining the resistance right out of me. I started to pant, drooling. Soon I was back on all fours, stroking my puppy dick furiously, stroking it while I was on my hands and knees.

I wagged my butt and whined. Why was it empty? Where was my tail? I whined again, louder. I looked at master, eyes wide and pleading. I needed my tail back. It was so cute. He said it was so cute. It was my favorite part of me, because Master said it was his favorite part of me. Other than my collar, I guess. And my puppy prick. And my puppy hole.

I pawed at my face. Where was Master again? I hadn’t seen him all day. And why was I in the soft-floor room? I wasn’t supposed to be in here. My heart sank. Oh no. Master might get mad… I whined at myself and looked around. I could maybe get out before Master got home. But I was so horny I couldn’t help but paw off. “Here, boy!” said Master.

I looked up. Master? Master! I was so happy I was practically bouncing. “Come here,” he said, patting me on the head. “Silly pup. Did you forget I was just here? Come on. Let’s collar you up.”

I presented my neck to Master, puffing my chest out proudly as he closed the buckle around my neck. “Who’s a good boy?” Master asked. “Who’s a good boy?”

I turned around and presented my butt to him, wiggling it from side to side so that my cute puppy tail would wag for him. Woof! I was a good boy!

I was the best boy!

Ruff!

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