Feel your body exploding with muscle…. tightening up…. your face changing….
Realize that even your clothes are transforming. Your nerdy skinny jeans are turning into a high-end pair of athletic sweatpants… A tight fitted cap appears on your head…
No need for a shirt any more… not with a body like that…
As the transformation finishes, allow your old self to melt completely away, becoming the perfect gym bro you have always wanted to be….
Put the phone away now. Flip that baseball cap around. Go lift some weights with your bros. Get pumped up.
Its funny, people who are enlightened often seem to wish they were ignorant, while the ignorant seem to be content with themselves how they are…
Forget graduate school, you hardly managed to scrape by your senior year of high school. Between helping out on the farm, drinking beers with your buddies and having a good ol’ country boy time you don’t have much time for any sort of education or self improvement.
I’ve left your memories of your old life in tact to try and motivate you to maybe find a balance between your two lives; however, i suspect that every time you try to sit down and enjoy something from your old life, you’ll get bored, frustrated and just go muddin’ or something to that tune instead.
One of your favorite things to do when you and the guys get together is your own version of mud wrestling. Everyone strips down and starts trying to take one another down. Whoever goes down first is the pig for that match and has to take a load from every other guy before a new match can start.
You’re pretty strong but for some reason you find yourself losing way more than you win,. Maybe it’s because your other country boy friends are stronger than you, or maybe its because you never feel more at peace then when you’re face down, ass in the air , snorting and taking dick like the dumb redneck you are.
You feel a forceful tap on your shoulder. You look up and find yourself facing some huge meathead in tight workout gear.
“Hey brah, I’m with a cause that changes lives. Wanna be part of it?” “Sorry, I’ve been waiting all week for a chance to see my professor—” “Huh huh, no biggie. All I’m asking is that you put on this free bracelet to show you’re with us.” The meathead produces a yellow rubber bracelet.
“Fine,” you say, extending your hand. You hope to get rid of this dumbass quickly; you need a few more minutes to figure out how to ask your professor for extra credit. The meathead snaps the bracelet around your wrist, and you feel a jolt something like electricity course throughout your body. Soon afterwards, your professor calls you in. You sit down and try to make your case for extra credit, but somehow, it’s hard for you to come up with the words. It’s like every thought has to wade through molasses. You excuse yourself and leave, finding the meathead still in the hallway.
“What do you want?” you ask. “Come lift with me, brah.” “I’m not your ‘brah.’” “Then why are you wearing that bracelet?” “Because you wanted me to support your stupid cause!” “But you are a part of it now, brah!” “No I’m not! I don’t give a damn about… MINDLESS MEATHEAD? What the fuck? Why does this bracelet say ‘MINDLESS MEATHEAD?’“ “Because that’s what you are now. A mindless meathead. So come lift with me, brah.” “Sure, bro.”
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4th of July special
Jacob was out on a walk, it was the 4th of July and his family was throwing some big BBQ, but he was neither overly patriotic nor social so the event stressed him out more then it was fun. He decided to go for a walk to get away from the noise and the commotion for a little while. He could also lose a few extra pounds anyway.
While on the path however he saw a preppy looking frat boy who was shirtless and wearing just sandals and a pair of American flag shorts. Jacob himself was dressed in a t-shirt, some basketball shorts, sneakers and socks, and a hat to shade himself from the bright sun.
“Nice we match bro!” The frat boy shouted as they passed. Jacob was confused by what the guy meant, he wasn’t like him at all, but when he looked down he noticed his shorts were now American flag shorts that matched the bro’s. He felt strange as a tan spread through his legs and crotch. As his legs got leaner and more muscular, his shoes morphed into a pair of Nikes and his socks grew longer up his legs and turned red and blue. He moaned as the changes spread up, his dick growing longer and thicker, his ass firming up. The tan spread up his chest as his gut sucked in forming a nice flat lean stomach. His arms got nice and lean with small biceps that he couldn’t help but flex as he looked at his bro wondering why he was wearing a shirt when his bro wasn’t. Jacob caught himself in this foreign train of thought. He shook his head as the tan spread up and his face changed, his light brown hair grew longer under his hat and he caught his hands moving on their own pulling his shirt off.
“Yeah brah why the hell did you have that shit on?” The bro asked as he grabbed Jacob’s hat and twisted it backwards. As he did that Jacob felt dizzy and in his mind sports, sex, working out and partying shifted to the front of his mind, academics and video games switched to the back as his brain physically shrunk. He was getting dumber and turning into a himbo show off. He felt his stress and fear calm down as he chilled out.
“Hey bro wanna go to the BBQ at my house?” Jake asked.
“Hell yeah bro maybe there are some hot babes there!” His bro shouted as the two jumped up and high fived. Jake forgetting why he was avoiding the event. Food, babes, and showing off his bod in the pool, what was there to hate? Please he was celebrating this fucking awesome country!
“God bless Murica bro!” Jake shouted as he ran off with his bro to his new life.
Sam didn’t really want to go to the
BBQ. For some reason he’d felt obligated though. It was just another stupid Fourth
of July party. And the only person he knew was the host. It was one of his ‘friends’
from work. Really he’d just chatted with him around the coffee pot a few times
just nodding and telling him how interesting his life was. Well apparently he
took that as a true bond and felt like Sam really wanted to come to his party.
“There’ll be all kinds of fireworks
man!” his coworker said.
“Sounds awesome,” Sam replied
taking a long sip of his coffee.
His coworker had paused. “You
should come over man. It’ll be great! Like, you can meet some new people and
maybe a girl…?”
Sam had gotten used to these kinds
of comments from people. Even if he was in his late twenties he wasn’t that
into a dating scene. Apart from his low self-esteem and horrible body image he
didn’t know how to socialize with others. He’d usually just let them do the
talking and then they’d complain that he was too boring. It was something he
hated. But somehow he still ended up finding himself at the party.
‘I’m just going to stay 30 minutes
and make a quiet exit,’ he told himself. ‘Oops… Sorry I couldn’t find you to
say goodbye… It was a nice show though,’ he was already thinking of excuses explain his disappearance. It’s not like his coworker would have
noticed anyway. He had like 70 other guests to keep happy. It was insane.
But Sam was more impressed with how
big his home was. He couldn’t believe that his coworker was making so much more
than him. Sure Sam was a lot younger than him but this place was huge! Two
stories, finished basement, pool. The only thing Sam could think about was how
he deserved a raise.
“Enjoying the party?” a female
voice had found Sam’s hiding corner.
“Uhh…” he took a sip of his soda
trying to figure out what to say, “Yeah.” He smiled stupidly at his lie. It was
way too simple of an answer for the amount of time it took him to think of
something.
She just smiled at him anyways,
completely unfazed. “Clara,” she stuck out her hand to greet him.
“Sam,” he forced a smile.
“Yeah dad loves his parties. Always
has to invite everyone who spends more than a couple of sentences talking to
him. It’s like he can’t control himself sometimes. He’s so impulsive,” she
tried to suppress her giggle. Obviously she cared about her dad but Sam couldn’t
help but agree. He was always like that in the office. Outgoing and friendly to
everyone there. It seemed like his daughter was exactly the same.
“But he’s nice,” Sam smiled back. “Never
starts any drama and gets his work done on time. He’s a good guy to work with.”
“I know. I shouldn’t be talking bad
about him,” she paused for a second. It was the first time it seemed like she
was trying to think of something to say. She spoke with such confidence that it
actually caught Sam off guard. This didn’t seem like someone who was very bashful. Even though they’d just met it felt
like they were friends who hadn’t seen each other for years. She took a drink
to offset the length of the pause. However it seemed like she was looking at
him with more intent. “I really like you swim trunks. Real festive.”
“Huh?” he looked down at his red, white and blue trunks. He must have forgotten he’d brought them. Sure he knew
there was a pool here but he didn’t know why he thought he’d go swimming. “Oh
yeah,” he laughed. “I guess I thought I might go swimming.”
“Then maybe you should try taking
your shirt off,” Clara poked at him.
Sam suddenly felt really self-conscious.
He didn’t like taking his shirt off in front of others. There were too
many places his extra weight hung off him weirdly. “Uhhh… I-I- I don’t know. I
don’t really like not…”
“Oh c’mon you’ll look fine. No one
will care,” her smile seemed a little devious. It was like she really wanted to
see him shirtless. “What’s point of working out if you don’t show it off.” She
gave him a bit of a wink.
He blushed furiously, “I don’t
really…”
“Are you one of those guys who
complains about rest days? C’mon dude. That’s when you’re body grows. I know
you like working out but come on… Learn to relax a bit,” she took another
drink. “Five intense workouts a week is enough.”
“I mean… Won’t the other guys be a
bit intimidated?” He rubbed the back of his head. It flexed his huge bicep almost as a reflex. He didn’t realize just how much his veins were bulging out. Sure he’d just come from a workout but he had a bigger pump than he thought.
She laughed. “Like you’ve ever
cared what other guys think. I bet you’re more of a leader. They’ll
probably end up following you like a puppy if you wanted them to. Just go throw them a Frisbee or something. Guys like that, right?” Sam thought back to how much he did throw the Frisbee around quad at his college. Guys really did like that short of thing. Clara must have wondered if he was still listening to her. She reached
for his thick muscular chest. “C’mon it’ll be weirder if you keep your shirt
on.”
“Well if you’re really ok with it,”
he gave her a sly smile. He was only keeping it on to be polite. He was at a ‘company friend’s party’ after all. He didn’t want to make things
awkward. But if his daughter was telling Sam to take off his shirt it had to be
okay. Sam was about to rip it off right there but realized he didn’t have anything else to wear
home.
“There ya go. Bet that feels great.
You were probably going to rip through that by the end of the night anyway.” She totally called him on it.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he threw
up a flex and admired it. She tried to hide her laugh behind her drink again. “Wouldn’t
be the first time I had a girl ask me to take it off either.” She practically
spit out her drink laughing. It made him feel really good. He did work
out a lot didn’t he? Clara was right. He deserved to enjoy his muscular body
from time to time. It had more uses than just working out.
“You dating anyone?” She asked.
“Uhhhh… No. Kind of in between
relationships right now.” He lied. His look was obviously concern. But Clara didn’t
care.
“I’ve got just the person for you
to meet. CATHERINE!” she shouted across the party. A couple of the girls looked
up. Their mouths slowly fell agape staring at the man next to Clara. ‘Wouldn’t
be the first time that happened either…’ he thought. “She’s just the girl for you. I
know you don’t need me to help break the ice but I’m worried about Margery over
there. She’s a bit… ‘handsy…’ And I don’t want Catherine to get intimidated.”
“Are you sure it’ll be okay?” Sam
didn’t know where this nervous feeling was coming from. He’d always been really
good when talking to girls. It shouldn’t have been weird. He took off his
sunglasses and looked away. Clara brought him back in.
“Course it is! You’ll do great. I’ll
keep Margery from getting in between you two. And then you talk to Catherine
about… Whatever,” Clara leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “She’s really
got a thing for cute guys with beards.”
‘Don’t they all…’ Sam thought as they walked over to Clara’s friends.
Matthew hesitantly put on the clothes that were put on his bed for him by his new boyfriend. He insisted to take control over Matthew and be the master in this relationship. Matthew wasn’t used to wearing briefs so the tight fabric around his genitals felt strange. He pulled his new socks up to his knees and send a pic to his boyfriend. He immedeately got a reply text saying: ‘Good boy, I like the cap you added to your new uniform, you can keep it. This will be all you wear while you’re inside the house. There’s a list of chores in the kitchen. Get to work and I may reward you when I get home.’ With his dick rock hard Matthew went to the kitchen and got to work, accepting his role as houseboy.
Jason was your typical American jock. Being white and straight he had nothing to fear. He loved to work out and thus spent many hours in the gym toning his abs to become stronger and, in his opinion, more perfect. Jason was very popular among the girls, and a lot of the gay guys too. There was this one guy in class named Cole, kinda ik hot, who was always staring at Jason. Jason however was kind of homophobic so he tried his best not to get to close to him.
One day when Jason got home all sweaty from a big workout he found a small package in his mailbox. There were no notes attached to it and Jason didn’t know who it was from. He took the package inside and went straight to the bathroom. He put down the package and looked at himself in the mirror. He flexed his sixpack and admired his hot body. Jason was proud of his achievement. He had worked pretty hard to maintain this physique. Quickly he snapped a few pictures in the mirror to send to some girls later. He knew they would melt for him. Then Jason noticed the strange package again. It clearly had his name and adress on it. Jason decided to open it. Inside the package there were two small black objects. At first Jason didn’t know what they were but he quickly figured they were clip on studs for his ears. It must’ve been be a funny present from Matt, one of his friends, he thought. He figured he needed to take a pic with them in to send to him.
He picked up the studs and tried to put them on his ears. After trying a few times they snapped on. Jason looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. He looked gay with those, he thought. Jason grabbed his phone to take a quick pic when he felt and incredible pain in both of his ears. It felt like something was piercing through his skin. He dropped his phone and screamed while trying to take off the studs but was unable to do so. Jason was surprised to notice that the studs had indeed pierced through his skin and were now real studs stuck in his ears. And just like that the pain faded away and it was like nothing had happened, except for the black studs now stuck in his ears.
Just when Jason was about to grab a pair of scissors to cut out the ridiculous studs the pain returned. Yet this time it was in his arm. Jason screamed and looked at his arm. He screamed again when he saw that a tattoo had appeared on his arm, right where his impressive bicep was. He could make out a few words on it. The tattoo had the word boyfriend, a little heart shape, and a name. The name was Cole. Jason desperately tried to wash off the ink but was unable to. He had to accept that this was a permanent tattoo.
While Jason was scrubbing his arm a tan started to spread from the tattoo across his body. Withing seconds he had gone from white to a latino look. Jason wasn’t a huge fan of tanning so he was quite pale, but now it looked like he had spent ages in the sun. He watching his new body in amazement totally forgetting about the strange tattoo. With this new tan his muscles looked even bigger and more defined. He almost got a little horny from his own looks. He quickly snapped a pic.
Jason was unaware of what exactly had happened to him, but he loved it. Even the studs looked great on him now. Then his eyes fell on the tattoo again. It was more visible than before. The heart and the two words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘cole’ were clearly visible. Suddenly Jason remembered. Cole was that hot gay guy who was in love with him. Did he really have a tattoo like that? While Jason was thinking about this something shifted in his mind. That name. Cole. It planted itself in James’ memory like had always been there. Cole. Jason’s hot boyfriend. The one with the big abs and the beautiful face. Yes Jason remembered now! How could he forget his own boyfriend? He also remembered that he was taking a pick of his body to send to him. Cole promised to fill his boyhole this evening. WHAT? Jason thought. No that’s not true. he didn’t even know this Cole guy. He was taking pics for the girls. He wasn’t gay. Or was he? And with that all memory of his straight life left him. He knew nothing more than that he was Jason the gay latino. His boyfriend was Cole. He was the bottom in the relationship. He loved Cole more than anything, even if that meant his parents would hate him.
Suddenly his phone started to ring. It was Cole. Jason’s heart jumped when he heard his voice. ‘Hi honey, it’s Cole here. How are you?’ Jason wanted to reply but all he could say was ‘Ola, Jason it is. Me is going good.’ Jason was shocked. His voice sounded foreign. A heavy accent clouded his words. It was as if he had forgotten how to speak. That was exactly what happened to Jason. Being all latino English wasn’t his first language. He just moved here and had just started to learn the language. This information replaced the old in Jason’s brain as he listened to Cole again. ‘I saw you got the studs! Nice! I love them on you. You should wear them from now on. I’m so looking forward to dominate your skinny body tonight.’ He said.
Something in those words didn’t make sense to Jason. And that was not due to his language. It was the word skinny. He wasn’t skinny right? That’s when Jason started to change again. His hair became longer and more stylish, as if he had spent hours to style it. Jason’s fine eybrows became somewhat thicker and more visible while his lips grew in size aswell. And with no other place to go they started to bulge outwards, creating perfect kissable lips. His well defined manly jawline became softer and more boyish. His face looked a lot younger now.
Then in a matter of seconds his height dropped drastically. Jason used to be quite tall but now he was quite shorter than average. His big broad shoulders shrunk down to an smaller size. Meanwhile his chest abs deflated leaving him with some abs but not much to really flex anynmore. Jason tried to flex his sicpack but not much happened since they had disappeared too. He still had some visible abs when he really tried his best to flex them but his upper body had become really skinny all of a sudden. in the meantime all hair he had on his chest and belly shrunk down until nothing was visible anymore. Still holding his phone his giant biceps, which he was so proud of, completely vanished leaving him with thin arms He looked like a small twink now. Then his pants got tighter and tighter. Jason’s leg muscles shurnk down with the size of his pants until he was left with skinny legs in extremely skinny jeans. The waistband of a pair of briefs stuck out above his pants. He felt his legs tingle when all leghairs receded back into his skin. Before Jason could comprehend what had happened new memories again entered his mind and replaced his old ones. Jason was a small twink without any big muscles to show off. He had always been a bottom in every relationship he had. His body and mind just weren’t made for topping other guys. Jason never knew better than to get fucked and please or serve hot guys.
Then Cole started to talk again. ‘Honey, why don’t you come over now. We’re both free so why not let me fuck you now?’ Jason’s cock started to stir in it’s tight jeans when he heard those words. He told Cole that he was on his way. Forgetting to out on his shirt Jason put away his phone. checked if he had put in his studs and if his hair was properly styled, and headed out to visit Cole. His boyhole was already eager to take Cole’s cock.
When you can choose from a whole team of hypnotised football jocks why not take them all? They will obey your every command since they’re properly trained by coach. You get to have them for 2 days and you can do whatever you want with them. How does that sound?
You took the team home and then it was time for the fun to begin. While you let one eat your ass, and one suck your cock, the rest began cleaning your house. They were still naked apart from wearing their helmets and chest armour. On the second day you lined them all up on all fours and fucked each and every one of them in their boyholes and finally cummed inside the team’s captain.
Feeling satisfied you left the football slaves in the room while you went away to take a shower. After returning to the room naked you noticed they got up and were staring at you. Your cum meanwhile was leaking out of the captain’s ass. He didn’t seem to notice it. He started to talk in a robotic voice. ‘time is up. 48 hours are over. Payment is needed.’ Not knowing that he meant you asked what kind of payment. Coach hadn’t said anything about payment.
Then the whole team suddenly started to move towards you. Before you could make a move or try to run 3 of the guys grabbed you and pinned you down on the ground. They were too strong for you so trying to run away was impossible. They rest of the team started to slowly stroke their soft dicks. Within minutes they were all hard and stroking their cocks while standing around your pinned down body. You wanted to scream but one of the guys holding you put his hand over your mouth.
After what felt like ages they all simultaniously cummed over your body. A dozen of warm loads of cum covered your body from head to to. Some even got in your mouth and you nearly threw up from the salty taste. The 3 guys let you go and you quickly stood up. Cum started to drip on the ground. Then suddenly you felt the cum drying up quickly. It felt like it was being absorbed by your body. You stumbled to the bathroom nearly tripping over your own legs. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you noticed that all of the cum had vanished.
Then something strange happened. Your face began to shift shape. Out of nowhere your lips grew in size and a noticable jawline appeared where previously there was a boyish face. Your hair grew somewhat longer styling itself into a perfect cut. In a matter of seconds your face became handsome and hot. Your slowly raised a hand to your face when you noticed a blue glove was covering it. You had one around your other hand too. What was happening?
When you looked at both hands you noticed your skin started to change colour starting where the gloves ended and spreading all over your body. It was a slightly darker more bronze like colour than your normal skin colour. It was as if your skin was tanning extremely quickly. After a few seconds it looked like you had spent days in the sun. when the tan reached your chest something moved under your skin. It felt strange. As if something was growing there. You had the same feeling in your arms and belly. Then suddenly to giand muscled appeared under your nipples and a giant sixpack plumped up under your skin. Even without flexing these rock hard abs were clearly visible. You started touching the giant pecs on your chest when you noticed big biceps had appeared on you arms. You arms had nearly trippled in size since you were never that muscular.
Under your sixpack the black pubic hairs receded back into your skin. You look down in amazement as you notice that your now smooth dick is growing. A giant wave of pleasure travels through your body as your dick doubles in size. You feel that your ass gained more volume too, your butt sticking out backwards now. As your dick is slowly starting to stiffen you suddenly feel something tight around your cock and ass. You look down again and see that your new enormous junk is covered in a tight blue jockstrap, leaving your bubblebut to stick out. Further down your tighs had grown and had developed a lot of muscle, giving you an impressive look.
While you were admiring your new hot body in the mirror, still not understanding what was happening, the football team had entered the bathroom. The captain was holding a piece of chest armour similar to the ones they were wearing. Once again 3 guys grabbed you. While you had become much stronger when those muscles had appeared on your body, three jocks were still too much for you. Unable to free yourself the captain placed the armour over your head and on your broadened shoulders.
The guys let go of you and you fell onto your knees. Your thoughts were beginning to become fuzzy. You tried to remember what you were doing but something made you forget it. Then suddenly all of your memories left your mind. You forgot who you were, what your name was, where you lived. All of the memories of your live just vanished. Then the entire team started to talk. ‘One of us. No. 14. One of us. No. 14.’ They kept repeating. Slowly but surely new memories entered your mind. You were number 14 of the team. Your were one of the hottest. You had the biggest cock of the team. You were to obey coach. You were to obey anyone who was given permission to command you by coach. Serving was your purpose and that was the only thing you did. You had no limits. You existed to serve coach.
You stood up. While your cock desperately tried to get hard in the tight jockstrap, while your hole was itching, while your nipples were erect and sensitive, you said: ‘I am slave no. 14, I am ready to serve. I am one of the team.’
This is Tim, although cute and small, he was arrogant and troublesome. His muscly roommate, Charlie, was his victim – always making fun of him for seeming braindead. It wasn’t specifically a nice thing to do, and the Doctor had no tolerance towards bullies, so one night, muttering incantations, the Doctor implanted dreams of Charlie’s naked body. Tim awoke with a jolt and covered in sweat. ‘Why the hell would I dream of that?’ he questioned himself. Looking at the clock to see it was 1am, he remembered Charlie was at the all night gym – on his way home now, most likely.
Tim stood in the kitchen, sipping on some water, not knowing the Doctor was just in the other room, watching from the shadows with one of Charlies underwear in his hands. He walked through the lounge room at the perfect time – the Doctor finished a spell on one of Chris’ underwear that he took and jumped at Tim, covering his face with the underwear. Tim put up a struggle but gave in only seconds after being jumped, his mind going foggy before passing out. The Doctor dashed off as he heard the front door open.
Tim woke up to the sound of the kettle, finding himself in the lounge room. He looked up to see Charlie making a cup of tea. Tim remembered having water and then it all going black. As he went to get up, Charlie turned around – making Tim sit back down. Charlie was only in his underwear, fresh out of the shower. ‘So you want to tell me what you were doing with my jocks?’ Charlie asked. ‘Why the hell would I touch your crap?’ Tim spat back. ‘It was in your lap when I found you asleep in the middle of the room.’
Flex, boy, a voice whispered into Charlies ear. ‘What did you say?’ Charlie asked Tim. ‘I never spoke, idiot,’ Tim answered. Flex and you’ll enjoy what’s next. With a strong desire pulsing into Charlie, he lifted his arms and flexed.
‘What the hell are…..’ Tim started before his nostrils inhaled a strong smell – his dick going hard. Tim got up without another word and walked over to Charlie – Charlie keeping silent as he dropped one arm but kept flexing the other. ‘I.. I,’ Tim stuttered. The Doctors voice filled his head with chants of sniff him, worship him, obey him. ‘I need you,’ he finally said, diving his nose into Charlies armpit – taking a deep whiff.
He eagerly rubbed Charlies muscled body, groaning at how big he was, humping into Charlies leg as he continued to take in the smell. His independence dropped as his mind went hazy, forgetting all of the knowledge he learned in life. Charlie moaned as he gripped at Tims ass, enjoying this positive change for the once arrogant nerd. Charlie wasn’t surprised as Tim dropped to his knees and dropped Charlies underwear, slowly taking it into his mouth. Charlie gripped the back of Tims head and started to face fuck the small boy.
‘Take it, fag,’ he demanded. ‘Take it all!’
Picking Tim up after a while, Charlie took him to the bedroom and threw him down, allowing Tim to come back to him and worship his hard muscles. This is your life now, the Doctors voice filled Tims head. Tim accepted it as he found his ass up and a thick cock pounding into him as all he could do was continue to worship his new masters ballooning pecs. Charlie shoved his underwear in Tims face, Tim taking it and taking deep sniffs of it, moaning as his virgin ass tingled with mindblowing sensations.
‘You’re going to be my personal slut now,’ Charlie whispered in his ear. ‘This is your place, bitch.’
‘Yes sir,’ Tim groaned as Charlie slapped his smooth ass. ‘Always for you sir!’
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