nextgenboy:

Just an hour ago, he was casually walking the street and the next he was wearing these clothes, the mit and the hat. He felt himself disappearing now. He was rooting for his team. He tried to take control but couldn’t. His body and mouth betrayed him. He gives in. Fades away. Letting the dumb jock boy take over.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

Listen deeply as I take you down down down further and further. I’m your best mate Gaz and what I say is always right. You know that right mate?

Yeah when you’re with me you should always dress propa with your tracksuit, your bright shoes, your boxershorts and your hoodie. Always wear them for me.

Also turn off that nerd brain. I don’t like it, and turn on that horny one that makes you happy and makes me happy. When your with me, that nerd brain gets all fogged up and doesn’t work.

That’s it Ty, me best mate get that fuckin cock ready

itsflyinglikeadragon:

The boxing gloves looked amazing. I was staring at them in the gym changing rooms, waiting to see if anyone wanted them. It was late and the gym was about to close so I was waiting to see if anyone came in.

I saw a guy in shorts and t-shirt with the gym’s logo printed on walk in and told me to leave. I picked them up and stuffed them in my bag and apologised for taking so long.

Back at home I was amazed at them. I put them on and they felt massively too big. I looked at myself in the reflection of the glass as it was a summer’s evening this was still possible. I pretended I was someone who could actually box and did a punch but it didn’t look right or cool.

I kept them on for a little while and kept trying to make myself move like a boxer. I decided after my hands were getting really hot and sweaty that was enough and one more go would be enough.

I punched the air and it felt strong and powerful and even looked kinda cool in the reflection. I was amazed and got myself pretty worked up and bounced up and down.

I held up the gloves as if to block someone and I felt my muscles cramp in my arms, I must have overdone it. But I didn’t want to stop. I looked at myself seriously in my reflection and noticed the sweat off my head seemed to be pooling off, but also my head was reshaping.

I had a stern masculine face now, and my overgrown hair was thinning out, even almost disappearing on the sides and all of my muscles pulsated and stretched causing insane levels of pain. Pain which masked the pushing of thoughts into my head. I was a… tech…. boxer. I AM A BOXER.

Source: bodyshotlove

itsflyinglikeadragon:

It was a very unusual shop, given it’s relatively small size it seemed to sell all kinds of things. Although, it was one of those shops where they were just aiming to clear as much junk as possible.

Looking around the shop, there was something strange in the air. I was looking at the shoes and I saw a fiery orange pair in the corner. They looked amazing, exactly what I wanted.

I picked them up off the shelf, and paid for them. I could barely remember what happened, at the time I felt almost in a trance.

When I got home I realised that I had picked them up when I looked through the various shopping bags. They looked really not my kind of style, definitely too big for my feet and I really wondered why I had bought them.

I decided to try them on anyway, I mustn’t have bought something that blindly. I put one foot in, and it slid in nicely and I tied it up. The shoe was clearly too big yet it seemed to fit fine. I was going to put the other one on, when my arm moved the other way and placed it over my nose.

Smelling the shoe revealed a strong musky scent meaning these were definitely second hand. Why would I buy second-hand shoes? But they smelt so nice and strong. Yeah, it was even making my dick hard.

I lied down on my sofa to make this easier. The smell was getting even stronger, and seemed to sting a little up in my fucking nose. And sting in me fucking lungs as well. Tingling through my chest, and I felt a tingle as my muscles tensed up.

Something inside of me wanted to taste the shoe. Sticking out my fucking tongue, I did. I felt an electric shock, and then dark.

When I fucking came to, I got up and looked at me self in the mirror. Looking the part with my Adidas tracksuit. Keeping my hair nice and short too. Fuck yeah mate.